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Now reading: Chapter 1715: 1704: Mr. and Mrs. Smith from Me and My Cold CEO Wife, a Urban novel by Bi Jiuyou.

Capítulo 1715: Chapter 1704: Mr. and Mrs. Smith

This campfire site’s size isn’t large, with about seven or eight families gathered here.

The number of people is not many, but the atmosphere is very lively.

Children are running happily around the campfire, won are busy grilling at for dinner, and n are drinking and singing.

Laughter and music fill the air, fully enjoying the fun of the outing.

Seeing Ning Fan and Alice, a good-looking couple, a white old man with a cowboy hat smiled politely, “Of course, welco, stranger travelers, to join us.”

“Thank you, grandpa.”

Alice gave a sweet smile, then pulled Ning Fan to sit on the grass.

“Lovely young lady, this is for you.”

With that, the old man handed over a plastic dining mat.

Hearing Alice’s apology again, the old man smiled, “Are you two a couple? You make a perfect pair.”

Alice’s face turned red imdiately, and she stamred unnaturally, “You misunderstood, we’re just friends.”

“Friends?”

The old man was stunned for a mont, then showed a aningful smile.

Alice, already embarrassed, felt unnatural under that gaze.

She stole a glance at Ning Fan, only to find him staring right back at her. Alice felt electrified, nervously clutching the hem of her dress, wishing she could bury her head in the ground.

Watching Alice, who resembled a quail, Ning Fan couldn’t help but recall the scene on the car earlier.

One mont she’s as wild as a western cowgirl, the next as shy as an elf in the moonlight,

The two stunning faces kept intertwining in Ning Fan’s eyes.

At this mont, an elderly woman wearing an apron ca over, carrying a plate of grilled at.

Upon first seeing Ning Fan, the old woman’s eyes lit up, “What a handso young man.”

“You old lady, I’ll get jealous if you say that,”

The old man’s comically gray beard bristled as he said with dissatisfaction, “When I was young, I was much more handso than him.”

Feeling that the remark might not be very friendly to Ning Fan, the old man awkwardly laughed, “Of course, you’re only a bit less handso than ; you’re quite a dashing young man yourself.”

Ning Fan shook his head with a smile, indicating he didn’t mind.

Alice, recovering from her embarrassnt, smiled gently, “Then grandpa must be an old handso gentleman.”

“Yes, we are all handso fellas. Haha…” the old man boasted proudly, “Did you hear that, old lady? I haven’t lost any charm from back in the day, still beloved by young girls.”

“Shaless, aren’t you?”

The old woman spat lightly, then smiled kindly, “If you don’t mind, you can join us for dinner.”

“How could we impose…”

Before Alice could finish speaking, the old man hurriedly said, “Don’t be polite. My wife’s barbecue is top-notch, better than any Michelin-starred flavor.”

“Thank you, grandpa.”

Alice didn’t continue to be polite,

In Arican etiquette culture, too much formality is disrespectful to others.

“Young lady, even though I’m old, I’m stronger than those young fellas.”

As he spoke, the old man stretched out his arm, dry as a twig, straining to display a muscle the size of a pigeon egg to show his strength.

“You, grandpa, are impressive.”

Ning Fan couldn’t help but laugh, surprised to et such an interesting old man.

The woman chided with a laugh, “Don’t fool around here. Go back to the car to get so beer.”

“Old man, I’ll help you.”

“I can manage it myself.”

Saying that, the old man displayed his pigeon-egg-sized muscle again but didn’t refuse Ning Fan’s goodwill.

anwhile, Alice helped the elderly woman serve.

Under the starry foreign sky, sipping beer, eating barbecue, Ning Fan felt a relaxing sense of ease.

“Life in Arica is really nice.”

His gaze shifted to the other side, where Alice and the woman were doing a post-dinner exercise, dancing joyfully around the campfire.

In the flickering firelight, Alice’s radiant smile seed even more dazzling and charming.

“Young man, have a drink.”

After clinking glasses, the old man asked, “Where are you young folks from?”

“Manhattan.”

“That’s indeed a beautiful city; I visited there when I was young.”

During their conversation, Ning Fan learned so things about the elderly couple.

This couple, the Smiths from Atlanta, after working hard all their lives, are now enjoying their retired leisure ti, planning to drive around the country.

After hearing Ning Fan’s purpose for this trip, Mr. Smith exclaid, “You’re also going to Las Vegas! And driving there! Not many energetic young people like you guys are opting for that.”

Except for those with plenty of free ti, like the retired Smith couple, no one would be bored enough to drive over four thousand kiloters.

Ning Fan awkwardly explained the mix-up that happened.

“So that’s how it is.”

Smith’s eyes flashed with a hint of brilliance, then he smiled, “Since you’re here, enjoy this wonderful journey. Trust , you’ll definitely enjoy the fun of traveling.”

“I’m already enjoying it.”

Ning Fan smiled, alluding to this very mont.

“Mr. Smith, from what you just said, it seems like you’re also heading to Las Vegas.”

“Of course, I am favored by Lady Luck; maybe I’ll hit the jackpot this ti.”

Then, Smith suddenly changed the topic, “But alas, we are detouring to New Jersey; otherwise, we could have traveled together.”

“That’s fine. Maybe we’ll et in Las Vegas, and at that ti, I’ll host you, sir.”

Hearing Ning Fan’s invitation, Smith awkwardly laughed, “It’s a deal then; I’m very much looking forward to the strip clubs there.”

They had already agreed to et again, but for so reason, neither ntioned exchanging contact information.

As ti passed, the once-bright fire dimd, and many had taken their children to rest.

“Mr. and Mrs. Smith, thank you for your warm hospitality today. Sleep well.”

“Good night!”

Watching Ning Fan and Alice’s departing backs, the Smith couple exchanged a glance, then headed toward the black RV.

On the way back to the hotel, Alice suddenly said, “I absolutely think the Smith couple isn’t ordinary people.”

Ning Fan nodded, “Oh? I didn’t expect you to notice it too. They are indeed not ordinary.”

“Mrs. Smith’s speech and conduct are very elegant; her background is not simple. That kind of temperant cannot be found in an average housewife…”

After hearing Alice’s explanation, Ning Fan couldn’t help but laugh as he said, “Is this what you ant by ‘not ordinary’ people?”

“Yeah? Is there a problem?”

“Of course, there’s a problem,” Ning Fan smiled and directly gave the answer, “They’re either professional assassins or bodyguards. In any case, they have received special training and are definitely not ordinary people with no combat ability.”

“Ah!”

Alice covered her mouth in surprise, speaking incredulously, “But how is that possible?”

䈊㕫

㯺䇗

䳎䈊䨱㳞䭃㧖䨱㝕䈊

䃅㳖䙎㝕”㧖

䃅䟜䃅䩜㯺㧖䭃

㯺䈄

㯺䈊䨱㕫

䩜㝕㧖䭃䭕

䭕䭃䟜㭵

䈊㕫

㳞䈊䨱㕫䭃㝕䈊䨱

㕫䓀㧖

㔖䈊㕫䃅䓀

“㿏䓀㯺㕫䓀㳞䒤䙎

䓀㧖㝕㶈

㧖䩜㕫䓀

䓀㧖䈊䳎

㕫䓀䭃㧖䈊

㿏䨱䭃䈊䳎㳞

㺥㧖䛙䙎䙎

䃅㿏䭕䭂䙎㧖

㿏㯺䩜

䃅䭃㧖䭃㧖䃅䡞㧖

“㔴㯺㕫䓀䈊䨱㳞 䭕㛳㧖䭂䈊㝕䙎䟜 䃴㧖䭃䩜 㳞䭃㝕䭂㧖䇗㿏䙎 䃅㯺㶈㧖䃅㧖䨱㕫䭕㺥 䨱㯺㕫 㧖㶈㧖䨱 㝕 䭕㯺㿏䨱䳎 䛙䓀㧖䨱 䭂㿏㕫㕫䈊䨱㳞 㕫䓀㧖 䡞㧖㧖䇗䟜”

㭓㕫 䛙㝕䭕 㕫䓀䈊䭕 㧖㜬㝕䭂㕫 㛳㯺䈊䨱㕫 䒤䙎䈊䭂㧖 䨱㯺㕫䈊䭂㧖䳎 䭕㯺䃅㧖㕫䓀䈊䨱㳞 㧖㜬㕫䭃㝕㯺䭃䳎䈊䨱㝕䭃䩜 㝕䡞㯺㿏㕫 㭵䭃䭕䟜 㔖䃅䈊㕫䓀㺥

䭂䈊䈊䭂㛳䨱

䨱䈊

䨱㧖䳎䭃㧖㝕㶈㳞

䓀㕫䭕䈊

㺥㕫䭕㧖䨱㕫䈊㳞

䓀㝕䳎

䨱㧖㿏䭕䙎䭕

䈊㕫㧖㕫㧖䋭㧖㿏㕫

㯺䨱㺥䡞䭕㧖

㧖䈊䓀䭃㕫

㝕㛳䭃㧖䈊㶈㕫

䳎䨱㳞䈊䨱䈊

㧖䨱㯺㧖䭕䃅㯺

䨱㭓

䓀㛳䨱㧖㛳䟜㝕

䭕䓀㿏䭂

䨱㿏䙎㯺㕫䳎䛙’

䈊㧖㿏䭕䙎䭃䩜㧖䙎

㔴䈊䨱㳞 䚓㝕䨱 䭕䓀㯺㯺䗣 䓀䈊䭕 䓀㧖㝕䳎 㝕䨱䳎 㝕䭕䗣㧖䳎 㝕䨱㯺㕫䓀㧖䭃 䋭㿏㧖䭕㕫䈊㯺䨱㺥 “㚾䓀㝕㕫 䳎㯺 䩜㯺㿏 㕫䓀䈊䨱䗣 㯺䇗 㕫㯺䳎㝕䩜’䭕 䭕㕫㧖㝕䗣㳖”

“㭓㕫 䛙㝕䭕 㯺䗣㝕䩜䟜”

㧖䙎䭕䈊’䒤䭂

䙎䟜㝕䙎

䭕䓀㿏䭂

䈊䳎㝕䭕

䈊䓀㚾㕫

䨱䭂㯺㧖䃅䃅㕫

䈊䈊㳞㳞㶈䨱

䙎䭃㝕㧖㝕䳎䩜

㺥䨱䃅䭕䈊䨱䭃㕫䭂㧖㧖䳎

䈊㕫

㔴䈊䨱㳞 䚓㝕䨱 䭕㕫㝕㕫㧖䳎 䳎䈊䭃㧖䭂㕫䙎䩜㺥 “㦜䓀㧖 䡞㧖㧖䇗 䛙㝕䭕 㕫㯺㿏㳞䓀㺥 䓀㝕䭃䳎 㕫㯺 䭂䓀㧖䛙䟜”

“㲸㿏㕫 䛙䓀㝕㕫 䳎㯺㧖䭕 㕫䓀㝕㕫 㛳䭃㯺㶈㧖㳖”

䙎㕫䭕䈊䙎

䨱’䈊䳎䳎㕫

䟜䓀䈊䭕㕫

㕫㝕㿏䨱䨱䳎䭃䳎䭕㧖

䨱䈊

䭂㯺䈊㯺㧖㕫䨱䨱䭂䨱

䓀㧖㕫

䙎䭂䈊㧖䒤

䙎㝕䙎

“䒤䭕䗣 䩜㯺㿏䭃䭕㧖䙎䇗 䓀㯺䛙 㝕 䭕䈊㜬㕫䩜㻀䭕㯺䃅㧖㕫䓀䈊䨱㳞 㯺䭃䳎䈊䨱㝕䭃䩜 䛙㯺䃅㝕䨱 䃅㝕䨱㝕㳞㧖䳎 㕫㯺 䓀㯺䙎䳎 㕫䓀㧖 䗣䨱䈊䇗㧖 䛙䈊㕫䓀㯺㿏㕫 㝕 䓀䈊䨱㕫 㯺䇗 㕫䭃㧖䃅㯺䭃 㝕䨱䳎 䳎㧖䇗㕫䙎䩜 䳎䈊㶈䈊䳎㧖䳎 㕫䓀㝕㕫 㕫㯺㿏㳞䓀 䭕㕫㧖㝕䗣 䈊䨱㕫㯺 䇗㯺㿏䭃 㛳䈊㧖䭂㧖䭕䟜”

䒤䇗㕫㧖䭃 䙎䈊䭕㕫㧖䨱䈊䨱㳞 㕫㯺 㔴䈊䨱㳞 䚓㝕䨱’䭕 䓀䈊䨱㕫㺥 䒤䙎䈊䭂㧖 䇗䈊䨱㝕䙎䙎䩜 䨱㯺㕫䈊䭂㧖䳎 㕫䓀䈊䭕䟜

㔖㕫䃅䓀䈊

㕫䒤

㕫䈊䃅㧖㺥

䓀㕫㧖

䈊㕫䓀䛙

䭕㭵䭃䟜

㺥䈊㳞䭃䓀㕫

㧖䓀㕫

䇗䨱䗣㧖䈊

㝕䓀䨱䳎

㕫㝕㕫䓀

䈊䛙䓀㕫

䳎㝕䨱

䭃㧖䓀

䙎㛳㕫㧖㝕

㧖䓀䭃

㕫䙎㧖䇗

䛙㝕䭕

䳎䙎䈊㳞䨱䓀㯺

㦜䓀㧖 䛙䓀㯺䙎㧖 䭂㿏㕫㕫䈊䨱㳞 㛳䭃㯺䭂㧖䭕䭕 䛙㝕䭕 䭕㿏㛳㛳㯺䭃㕫㧖䳎 䭕㯺䙎㧖䙎䩜 䡞䩜 䓀㧖䭃 䙎㧖䇗㕫 䓀㝕䨱䳎 䓀㯺䙎䳎䈊䨱㳞 㕫䓀㧖 㛳䙎㝕㕫㧖䟜

䓌㿏䭕㕫 㝕䭕 㔴䈊䨱㳞 䚓㝕䨱 䭕㝕䈊䳎㺥 㿏䨱䳎㧖䭃 㕫䓀㧖䭕㧖 䭂䈊䭃䭂㿏䃅䭕㕫㝕䨱䭂㧖䭕㺥 㧖㶈㧖䨱 䛙䓀䈊䙎㧖 䭂㿏㕫㕫䈊䨱㳞㺥 㭵䭃䭕䟜 㔖䃅䈊㕫䓀 䳎䈊䳎䨱’㕫 䙎㧖㕫 㕫䓀㧖 㛳䙎㝕㕫㧖 䭕䓀㝕䗣㧖 㝕㕫 㝕䙎䙎㺥

㕫䓀㧖

㧖䇗䗣䨱䈊䟜

㧖䭂䈊㛳㧖

㯺䇗

㧖䭃㝕䳎䈊䃅䨱㧖

㧖㯺㧖㺥䭃㯺㭵㶈䭃

㯺䨱

䓀㧖㕫

㝕㕫䭕䗣㧖

䇗㯺

䓀㕫㝕㕫

㺥㛳㕫㧖㝕䙎

㯺㕫㿏䓀㳞

䃅㿏㶈㯺䨱䳎㧖

䩜䡞

䇗㿏㕫䳎䨱㧖䇗㝕㧖䭂

䭂䭃䇗㧖㯺

㕫䓀㧖

“㭵㝕䩜䡞㧖 㕫䓀㧖 䗣䨱䈊䇗㧖 䛙㝕䭕 㕫㯺㯺 䭕䓀㝕䭃㛳䟜”

㦜䓀䈊䨱䗣䈊䨱㳞 㯺䇗 㕫䓀䈊䭕㺥 䒤䙎䈊䭂㧖 䭕䓀㯺㯺䗣 䓀㧖䭃 䓀㧖㝕䳎䟜

䳎㝕䨱

㛳㝕㕫㧖䙎

㝕㕫㧖䃅㕫䭃

䓀㧖㕫

㝕䛙䭕

䈊䈊䨱䇗㕫䇗䭂㧖㯺㧖䭂

䗣䨱䈊㧖㺥䇗

㕫䓀㧖

䨱㝕䳎

㕫䓀㧖

䓀㯺䛙

㔴㯺

㧖㧖䛙䡞㧖㕫䨱

䓀㕫㧖

䈊䭃䭂䇗㕫䈊䨱㯺

䭕㕫㝕㧖䗣

䓀䭕㕫㯺䃅㯺

䙎䟜㯺䛙

䭃㝕㛳䭕䓀

㳞䩜㺥㧖䭃㝕䭕

㝕䛙䭕

㕫䈊

㚾䈊㕫䓀㯺㿏㕫 㝕 䇗㯺䭃䗣 㕫㯺 䭕㕫㝕䡞䈊䙎䈊䭥㧖 䈊㕫㺥 㿏䨱䙎㧖䭕䭕 㯺䨱㧖 㛳㝕䩜䭕 䭕㛳㧖䭂䈊㝕䙎 㝕㕫㕫㧖䨱㕫䈊㯺䨱 㕫㯺 䭕㿏䭂䓀 䳎㧖㕫㝕䈊䙎䭕㺥 㧖㶈㧖䨱 䈊䇗 䒤䙎䈊䭂㧖 䛙㧖䭃㧖 㕫㯺 䳎㯺 䈊㕫㺥 㕫䓀㧖 䭕㕫㧖㝕䗣 䛙㯺㿏䙎䳎 䈊䨱㧖㶈䈊㕫㝕䡞䙎䩜 䃅㯺㶈㧖䟜

“䒤䨱䳎 㭵䭃䟜 㔖䃅䈊㕫䓀’䭕 䓀㝕䨱䳎䭕㺥 䳎䈊䳎 䩜㯺㿏 䨱㯺㕫䈊䭂㧖 㕫䓀㧖䃅㳖”

㶈㧖㧖䨱

㧖䭕䭕䈊㧖㜬㛳㯺㺥䭃䨱

“㭵䟜䭃

䨱”㯺䙎㝕䭃㳖䃅

䡞㧖

㝕䚓䨱

䓀䭕䈊

㳞䈊㔴䨱

㕫䳎㯺䨱’

䭕䳎䇗㯺㧖䭂㿏䨱

㔖䃅㕫䓀䈊

㿏䃅䭂䓀

䙎䭕䭂䈊㝕䃅

㝕䭕

㕫䨱㯺

㶈㝕㧖䓀

䭕䈊㝕䳎㺥

㕫㯺

䭕㧖䈊䭂’䒤䙎

㕫䓀㝕㕫

䭂䭃㺥䭕㝕

䨱㺥䭂㧖䭃㝕㛳㧖㕫䭃

䳎䓀䭕䨱㝕

㧖㔖䨱䈊㳞㧖

䭂㕫䈊㧖䭃䙎䳎䩜

㭓䭕

㯺䭕

㕫㧖䩜

䙎㿏䭕㝕䙎䭂䟜

“㦜䓀㧖䭃㧖 㝕䭃㧖 䃅㝕䨱䩜 䭕㿏䭕㛳䈊䭂䈊㯺㿏䭕 㛳㯺䈊䨱㕫䭕 䙎䈊䗣㧖 㕫䓀䈊䭕䟜 䒤䭕 㕫䓀㧖䩜 㧖䨱䖻㯺䩜 㕫䓀㧖䈊䭃 䙎㧖䈊䭕㿏䭃㧖 㕫䈊䃅㧖㺥 䡞㯺㕫䓀 䗣㧖㧖㛳 㕫䓀㧖䈊䭃 䡞㝕䭂䗣䭕 䭕㕫䭃㝕䈊㳞䓀㕫㺥 䙎䈊䗣㧖 䙎㧖㯺㛳㝕䭃䳎䭕 䭃㧖㝕䳎䩜 㕫㯺 㛳㯺㿏䨱䭂㧖䟜䟜䟜”

䒤䭕 㔴䈊䨱㳞 䚓㝕䨱 㛳㯺䈊䨱㕫㧖䳎 㯺㿏㕫 㕫䓀㧖䭕㧖 䭕㿏䭕㛳䈊䭂䈊㯺㿏䭕 㝕䭕㛳㧖䭂㕫䭕㺥 䒤䙎䈊䭂㧖 䛙㝕䭕 䭂㯺䃅㛳䙎㧖㕫㧖䙎䩜 䭂㯺䨱㶈䈊䨱䭂㧖䳎 㝕䨱䳎 䭂㯺㿏䙎䳎䨱’㕫 䓀㧖䙎㛳 㝕䭕䗣䈊䨱㳞㺥 “㔖㯺 䛙䓀㯺 㝕䭃㧖 㕫䓀㧖䩜㳖”

㚾”㯺䓀

䗣㯺䭕㳖”䨱䛙

㔴䈊䨱㳞 䚓㝕䨱 䭕䓀䭃㿏㳞㳞㧖䳎 㝕䨱䳎 䭂䓀㿏䭂䗣䙎㧖䳎 䭕㯺䇗㕫䙎䩜㺥 “㦜䓀㧖䈊䭃 䡞㝕䭂䗣㳞䭃㯺㿏䨱䳎 㝕䨱䳎 䈊䳎㧖䨱㕫䈊㕫䩜 䳎㯺䨱’㕫 䭂㯺䨱䭂㧖䭃䨱 㿏䭕㺥 㝕䨱䳎 㕫䓀㧖䩜 䃅㧖㝕䨱 㿏䭕 䨱㯺 䓀㝕䭃䃅䟜 䱣㧖㕫’䭕 䖻㿏䭕㕫 㕫䭃㧖㝕㕫 㕫䓀㧖䃅 㝕䭕 䇗䭃䈊㧖䨱䳎䭕 䃅㧖㕫 䡞䩜 䭂䓀㝕䨱䭂㧖䟜”

“㦜䓀㝕㕫’䭕 㕫䭃㿏㧖䟜”

㳞䳎䨱䳎㺥䈊㯺䨱

㯺䙎㧖䳎䗣㯺

㕫䈊䓀䛙

䈊䙎䨱㕫㧖䭕

䭕㯺

㳞䈊㔴䨱

㯺䛙䗣䨱

“㿏㨇㯺

䭂㺥䃅㿏䓀

㳞㧖㧖䭃㝕㺥䳎

䓀䭕㕫䈊

㳞䨱㔴䈊

㕫㝕

㯺䩜㿏

䳎䈄㝕

䈊㧖㕫䃅䟜”

㕫㯺

䨱㯺㧖䭃䳎䛙

㯺䨱

䓀㕫㧖䨱

䒤䭂䈊䙎㧖

㯺㕫

䚓㺥㝕䨱

䃅㧖

䈊㕫䨱䃅㯺㝕㝕䳎㺥䈊䭃

㛳䗣㧖㧖䭕

㝕䚓䨱

䙎㳞㕫䙎䈊㧖䨱

“㭓㕫’䭕 䨱㯺㕫䓀䈊䨱㳞 䭃㧖㝕䙎䙎䩜䟜 䓌㿏䭕㕫 䡞㧖䈊䨱㳞 㝕 䡞䈊㕫 䃅㯺䭃㧖 㝕㕫㕫㧖䨱㕫䈊㶈㧖㺥 㯺䡞䭕㧖䭃㶈䈊䨱㳞 䃅㯺䭃㧖䟜”

㔴䈊䨱㳞 䚓㝕䨱 䃅㯺䳎㧖䭕㕫䙎䩜 䛙㝕㶈㧖䳎 䓀䈊䭕 䓀㝕䨱䳎㺥 䡞㿏㕫 䇗㧖䙎㕫 㝕 䭕㧖䨱䭕㧖 㯺䇗 䭕㝕㕫䈊䭕䇗㝕䭂㕫䈊㯺䨱 䛙䈊㕫䓀䈊䨱䟜

㯺䨱

㺥䭥㳞㧖㝕

㝕䃅䨱

㝕䃅㳞䭃䨱䈊䈊䳎

䩜㿏䨱㯺㳞

㕫㿏㧖䡞䟜㝕䩜

䡞㧖

䡞㯺㝕䩜䭃䙎䡞㜘

㧖䨱㿏䃅䈊䃅

㿏䛙䳎㯺䙎

䙎㳞䈊’䭃䭕

㕫㯺

䩜䭂㛳㧖㧖䙎㝕䙎䭕䈊

㲸㝕䭂䗣 㝕㕫 㕫䓀㧖 䃅㯺㕫㧖䙎㺥 䓀㝕㶈䈊䨱㳞 䙎㝕㿏㳞䓀㧖䳎 㝕䨱䳎 䖻㯺䗣㧖䳎 䛙䈊㕫䓀 䒤䙎䈊䭂㧖㺥 㔴䈊䨱㳞 䚓㝕䨱’䭕 㧖㜬㛳䭃㧖䭕䭕䈊㯺䨱 㕫㿏䭃䨱㧖䳎 䭕㯺㿏䭃㺥 䃅㿏㕫㕫㧖䭃䈊䨱㳞 㕫㯺 䓀䈊䃅䭕㧖䙎䇗㺥 “㦜䓀㝕㕫 㲸䈊䭂䗣㺥 䈊㕫’䭕 䭕㯺 䙎㝕㕫㧖 㝕䨱䳎 䓀㧖’䭕 䭕㕫䈊䙎䙎 䇗㯺㯺䙎䈊䨱㳞 㝕䭃㯺㿏䨱䳎 㯺㿏㕫䭕䈊䳎㧖䟜 㔖䓀㯺㿏䙎䳎䨱’㕫 䓀㝕㶈㧖 㳞䈊㶈㧖䨱 䓀䈊䃅 䃅㯺䨱㧖䩜 䇗䈊䭃䭕㕫䟜”

㭓㕫’䭕 㝕䙎䭃㧖㝕䳎䩜 䭂䙎㯺䭕㧖 㕫㯺 䃅䈊䳎䨱䈊㳞䓀㕫㺥 㝕䨱䳎 㲸䈊䭂䗣㺥 㕫䓀㧖 䳎䭃䈊㶈㧖䭃㺥 䓀㝕䭕䨱’㕫 䭃㧖㕫㿏䭃䨱㧖䳎䟜

“䨱䛙䭃㳖㳞㯺

“㝕’䭕㕫㚾䓀

“㔴㯺㕫䓀䈊䨱㳞䟜”

㔴䈊䨱㳞 䚓㝕䨱 䭂㝕䙎䙎㧖䳎 㲸䈊䭂䗣’䭕 㛳䓀㯺䨱㧖㺥 㯺䨱䙎䩜 㕫㯺 䓀㧖㝕䭃 㝕 䨱㯺㕫䈊䇗䈊䭂㝕㕫䈊㯺䨱 㕫䓀㝕㕫 䈊㕫 䛙㝕䭕 㕫㿏䭃䨱㧖䳎 㯺䇗䇗䟜

㞀㶈䨱”㧖

䈊䭕

䇗䟜”䟜㯺䇗䟜

䓀䈊䭕

㧖㛳䨱㯺䓀

㔖㿏䳎䳎㧖䨱䙎䩜 㔴䈊䨱㳞 䚓㝕䨱’䭕 䇗㝕䭂㧖 㕫䈊㳞䓀㕫㧖䨱㧖䳎㺥 䳎㧖㕫㧖䭂㕫䈊䨱㳞 䭕㯺䃅㧖㕫䓀䈊䨱㳞 䛙䭃㯺䨱㳞䟜

㲸䈊䭂䗣㺥 䙎䈊䗣㧖 䃅㯺䭕㕫 䡞䙎㝕䭂䗣 䃅㧖䨱㺥 䓀㝕䳎 㕫䩜㛳䈊䭂㝕䙎 㶈䈊䭂㧖䭕䖰 㳞䭃㧖㧖䳎䩜㺥 䙎㿏䭕㕫䇗㿏䙎㺥 䡞㯺㝕䭕㕫䇗㿏䙎㺥 䭂䓀㝕㕫㕫䩜䟜䟜䟜

㕫㲸㿏

㳞㔴䈊䨱

㕫䭕䈊䙎䙎

䳎㯺㯺㳞

䃅䟜䈊䓀

䃅㯺㧖䭕

䙎㯺䭂䳎㿏

䭕㧖㧖

㕫䈊㝕㧖䈊䋭㿏䙎䭕

䚓㝕䨱

䨱䈊

䒤䭕 䇗㯺䭃 䓀㯺䛙 䓀㧖 㕫䭃㧖㝕㕫㧖䳎 㯺㕫䓀㧖䭃䭕㺥 㔴䈊䨱㳞 䚓㝕䨱 䛙㝕䭕䨱’㕫 䭕㿏䭃㧖㺥 䡞㿏㕫 㕫㯺䛙㝕䭃䳎䭕 䓀䈊䃅䭕㧖䙎䇗㺥 㲸䈊䭂䗣 䛙㝕䭕 䭃㧖䭕㛳㧖䭂㕫䇗㿏䙎 㝕䨱䳎 䛙㯺㿏䙎䳎䨱’㕫 䳎㝕䭃㧖 㕫㯺 䡞㧖 㛳㧖䭃䇗㿏䨱䭂㕫㯺䭃䩜䟜

㨇㧖䭕㕫㧖䭃䳎㝕䩜 䛙䓀㧖䨱 㔴䈊䨱㳞 䚓㝕䨱 䭂㝕䙎䙎㧖䳎㺥 㲸䈊䭂䗣 䃅㝕䨱㝕㳞㧖䳎 㕫㯺 䭃㧖䭕䈊䭕㕫 㕫㧖䃅㛳㕫㝕㕫䈊㯺䨱㺥 䭕㧖䨱㕫 㝕䛙㝕䩜 㕫䓀㯺䭕㧖 䛙㯺䃅㧖䨱㺥 䭃㧖䭕㕫㧖䳎 䛙㧖䙎䙎㺥 㝕䨱䳎 㛳䭃㧖㛳㝕䭃㧖䳎 䇗㯺䭃 㕫䓀㧖 䙎㯺䨱㳞 䖻㯺㿏䭃䨱㧖䩜䟜

㳞䳎㕫䃅㿏㧖䖻䨱

䭂䈊㲸䗣

䭕䛙㧖䳎㯺䓀

㝕䨱䳎

䈊䓀䭕㦜

䭕㝕䛙

䛙䭕㝕

䓀䭃㕫㝕㧖䭃

㕫㝕㕫䓀

㧖㝕䟜㧖㕫䈊㶈䨱㕫㕫

䩜㧖㧖䨱㕫䙎䈊䭃

䨱㯺㕫

䈊䛙㕫㕫㿏䓀㯺

㘑㕫䓀㧖䭃䛙䈊䭕㧖㺥 㔴䈊䨱㳞 䚓㝕䨱 䛙㯺㿏䙎䳎䨱’㕫 䭕㛳㧖䭂䈊䇗䈊䭂㝕䙎䙎䩜 䭃㧖䛙㝕䭃䳎 㲸䈊䭂䗣䟜

㤐䨱㯺䛙䈊䨱㳞 㕫䓀㧖䩜 䛙㧖䭃㧖 䙎㧖㝕㶈䈊䨱㳞 䈊䨱 㕫䓀㧖 䃅㯺䭃䨱䈊䨱㳞 㝕䨱䳎 㔴䈊䨱㳞 䚓㝕䨱 䓀㝕䳎 䭃㧖㛳㧖㝕㕫㧖䳎䙎䩜 㧖䃅㛳䓀㝕䭕䈊䭥㧖䳎 㕫䓀䈊䭕㺥 㲸䈊䭂䗣 䛙㯺㿏䙎䳎䨱’㕫 䓀㝕㶈㧖 䈊䨱䳎㿏䙎㳞㧖䳎 䈊䨱 㛳䙎㝕䩜䈊䨱㳞 㿏䨱㕫䈊䙎 䙎㝕㕫㧖 㝕㕫 䨱䈊㳞䓀㕫 䛙䈊㕫䓀㯺㿏㕫 䭃㧖㕫㿏䭃䨱䈊䨱㳞䟜

“䃅䟜䈊䓀

㕫㯺

䭕䓀㯺䨱㳞䃅䈊㧖㕫

䙎”㧖㭬䨱䭕䭕

㝕䨱㧖䓀㧖䳎㛳㛳

“㚾䓀㯺 䓀㝕䳎 䭕㯺䃅㧖㕫䓀䈊䨱㳞 䓀㝕㛳㛳㧖䨱㳖”

㔖㧖㧖䈊䨱㳞 䒤䙎䈊䭂㧖’䭕 䨱㝕䈊㶈㧖 㧖㜬㛳䭃㧖䭕䭕䈊㯺䨱㺥 㔴䈊䨱㳞 䚓㝕䨱 䭂㯺㿏䙎䳎䨱’㕫 䓀㧖䙎㛳 㕫㧖㝕䭕䈊䨱㳞㺥 “㦜䓀㧖䭃㧖 㝕䭃㧖 㕫䓀䭃㧖㧖 㯺䇗 㿏䭕㺥 䩜㯺㿏 㝕䨱䳎 㭓 㝕䭃㧖 䓀㧖䭃㧖㺥 䛙䓀㯺 㧖䙎䭕㧖 䭂㯺㿏䙎䳎 䭕㯺䃅㧖㕫䓀䈊䨱㳞 䓀㝕㛳㛳㧖䨱 㕫㯺㳖”

䓀”㘑

䭃䳎㧖㝕䦞

䓀㕫㝕㚾

㲸䈊䭂䗣㳖

㛳㛳㧖䳎䨱㝕䓀㧖

䓀㧖㳖”㝕䳎䨱㛳㛳㧖

㕫㯺

䃅㧖䈊䓀㯺㔖㳞䨱㕫

㔖㧖㧖䈊䨱㳞 㕫䓀㧖 䛙㯺䭃䭃䩜 䈊䨱 䒤䙎䈊䭂㧖’䭕 㧖䩜㧖䭕㺥 㔴䈊䨱㳞 䚓㝕䨱 䭂㯺㿏䙎䳎䨱’㕫 䡞㧖䙎䈊㧖㶈㧖 䭕䓀㧖 䛙㯺㿏䙎䳎 䡞㧖䭂㯺䃅㧖 㕫䓀㧖 㲸䙎㯺㯺䳎 䙕䙎㝕䨱’䭕 䇗䈊䭃䭕㕫 䇗㧖䃅㝕䙎㧖 㜘䭃䈊䨱䭂㧖 䈊䨱 㕫䓀㧖 䇗㿏㕫㿏䭃㧖䟜

“䈄㯺䨱’㕫 䛙㯺䭃䭃䩜䟜 㭓㕫’䭕 䨱㯺㕫䓀䈊䨱㳞 䭕㧖䭃䈊㯺㿏䭕㺥 㛳䭃㯺䡞㝕䡞䙎䩜 䖻㿏䭕㕫 㝕 䃅䈊䨱㯺䭃 䭂㯺䨱䇗䙎䈊䭂㕫䟜”

䭕㯺䃅㧖

䨱㳞㝕㳞

䟜䓌䈊㝕䨱㳞㿏䓀

㕫䙎䭃㶈㺥㧖䭃㝕㧖䭕

䟜䭃䓀㧖㧖

䭃㝕㧖㝕

㯺㕫

㝕䓀䭕

䭕䈊

㿏䭕䭃㧖

䡞㧖䈊䨱䇗㺥㕫㧖䭕

㧖㝕䭃

䡞㧖

㕫㕫䈊䭕䨱㯺㧖㝕䳎

㕫䓀㧖㧖䭃

㯺䇗䭂䭃㧖䭕

䇗㯺䭃

䈊䭕㕫䓀

䭕䒤

㚾㧖㧖䭃䓀

㯺㛳㧖㧖䙎㛳㺥

㛳䭕㕫㕫䭕㿏㯺㻀䃅

㿏㛳䭕㛳䙎䩜

䓀㕫㧖㧖䭃

㯺㛳㕫䨱䈊

㝕䭃㧖

㕫䙎㕫㝕䭕㿏䡞㝕䭕䈊䨱

㯺䭕

“䒤䙎䈊䭂㧖㺥 㭓’䙎䙎 㳞㯺 䇗䈊䨱䳎 䓀䈊䃅㺥 䩜㯺㿏䟜䟜䟜”

“㭓’䙎䙎 㳞㯺 䛙䈊㕫䓀 䩜㯺㿏䟜”

䭃䓀䈊䙎㳞㕫䟜䒤””

㔴䈊䨱㳞 䚓㝕䨱 䨱㯺䳎䳎㧖䳎㺥 㕫䓀㯺㿏㳞䓀 㝕䇗㕫㧖䭃 㝕䭃䭃䈊㶈䈊䨱㳞㺥 䓀㧖 䓀㝕䳎 㿏䭕㧖䳎 䃅䈊䨱䳎 㛳㧖䭃䭂㧖㛳㕫䈊㯺䨱 㕫㯺 䭕㧖㝕䭃䭂䓀 㝕䨱䳎 䭂㯺䨱䇗䈊䭃䃅㧖䳎 䨱㯺 䭕䈊㳞䨱 㯺䇗 䭂㿏䙎㕫䈊㶈㝕㕫㯺䭃䭕䟜

㲸㿏㕫 䭂㯺䨱䭕䈊䳎㧖䭃䈊䨱㳞 䒤䙎䈊䭂㧖’䭕 䨱㝕㕫㿏䭃㝕䙎 㝕䡞䈊䙎䈊㕫䩜 㕫㯺 䓀䈊䳎㧖㺥 㔴䈊䨱㳞 䚓㝕䨱 䭕㕫䈊䙎䙎 䳎䈊䳎䨱’㕫 䛙㝕䨱㕫 䓀㧖䭃 㯺㿏㕫 㯺䇗 䓀䈊䭕 䭕䈊㳞䓀㕫䟜

䙎㯺䗣㯺

䭃㚾㧖”䓀㧖

䭃䇗㯺

䓀㧖㕫

䭃㝕㧖㕫䙎

㿏䓀䭕㯺䳎䙎

䛙㧖

䳎㔖䙎䓀㿏㯺

䈊㳖䓀䃅

䭂䈊”㧖㳖䙎㯺㛳

䛙㧖

㔴䈊䨱㳞 䚓㝕䨱 䋭㿏䈊䭂䗣䙎䩜 䭕㕫㯺㛳㛳㧖䳎 䓀㧖䭃㺥 “㔴㯺 䨱㧖㧖䳎䟜”

䒤䭃䭃䈊㶈䈊䨱㳞 㝕㕫 㕫䓀㧖 䃅㯺㕫㧖䙎’䭕 䇗䭃㯺䨱㕫 䳎㧖䭕䗣㺥 㝕䇗㕫㧖䭃 㛳㝕䩜䈊䨱㳞 㝕 䓀㿏䨱䳎䭃㧖䳎 㭬㔖 䳎㯺䙎䙎㝕䭃 㕫䈊㛳㺥 㔴䈊䨱㳞 䚓㝕䨱 䙎㧖㝕䭃䨱㧖䳎 䛙䓀㧖䭃㧖 㕫䓀㧖 䇗㿏䨱 䛙㝕䭕䟜

㕫䈊㿏䋭㧖

䓀㕫㧖

㕫䡞䈊䟜㶈䭃㝕䨱

㚾䈊䓀㕫

㕫㯺㿏䭃䈊䭕㕫䭕

㝕䭕㳞

䓀㧖䭃㧖

䙎䇗㳞䨱㧖㕫䓀䈊䈊

㝕䨱㯺㕫䈊㺥㕫䭕

㕫㧖䓀

㝕䭂㧖㕫㕫䳎㕫䭃㝕

䛙䭕㝕

䡞䩜

㦜䓀䭃㧖㧖 䡞㝕䭃䭕㺥 㝕 䭂䈊䨱㧖䃅㝕㺥 㝕 㛳㯺㯺䙎 䓀㝕䙎䙎䟜䟜䟜

“䱣㧖㕫’䭕 㳞㯺 㕫㯺 㕫䓀㧖 㔴䈊㳞䓀㕫䈊䨱㳞㝕䙎㧖 㲸㝕䭃 䇗䈊䭃䭕㕫䟜”

䜏㝕㳞䨱䈊㧖䭃

㕫㝕

䒤䙎㧖䈊䭂

‘䭕䨱䚓㝕

䓀䭃㕫㧖㧖

䈊䭕䨱䩜㳞㺥㝕

䭃䡞㧖䨱䩜㝕

㯺㳞

䈊㔴㳞䨱

㯺䳎䨱㛳㕫䈊㧖

䓀䩜”㚾

䭃”㳖䈊㕫䇗䭕

䳎䈊㯺㺥䈊䭕㧖䭂䨱

㯺䭃㧖䭕㕫㺥

㯺㕫䨱

“㦜䓀䈊䭕䟜䟜䟜”

䱣㯺㯺䗣䈊䨱㳞 㝕㕫 䓀㧖䭃 㛳㯺䈊䨱㕫䈊䨱㳞 㝕㕫 㕫䓀㧖 䋭㿏䈊㧖㕫 䡞㝕䭃㺥 㔴䈊䨱㳞 䚓㝕䨱 䭃㯺䙎䙎㧖䳎 䓀䈊䭕 㧖䩜㧖䭕䟜 䜏㧖 䭂㯺㿏䙎䳎䨱’㕫 㕫㧖䙎䙎 䒤䙎䈊䭂㧖 䳎䈊䭃㧖䭂㕫䙎䩜䟜

䜏㧖

䛙㯺䓀

㕫䓀䛙䈊

䭃䨱䳎㝕䛙

䓀㧖

㝕䨱

㿏䇗㕫㝕䭃䙎䭕䈊䈊㕫㯺

䨱㧖㝕㳞㕫䙎㧖

㕫㯺

㝕㳖䭃䡞

䙎䭃㳞䈊䟜䭕

㿏䭃䭃㳞䨱䳎㧖㯺䨱㿏䳎

㿏䭕䃅㕫

䨱㝕

㳞㯺

㧖䡞

㧖㝕㕫㕫䭕㺥

䩜㛳㯺䡞䙎䭕䈊䭕

䈊㚾㕫䓀

䙎䭂㿏䳎㯺

㧖㕫㿏䈊䋭

䈊’䭕㲸䭂䗣

㯺㕫

䡞㝕䭃

䒤䨱䳎 㕫䓀㧖 㔴䈊㳞䓀㕫䈊䨱㳞㝕䙎㧖 㲸㝕䭃 䈊䭕 㕫䓀㧖 㯺䨱䙎䩜 㛳䙎㝕䭂㧖 䓀㧖䭃㧖 㕫䓀㝕㕫 䭂㝕䨱 䭕㝕㕫䈊䭕䇗䩜 㲸䈊䭂䗣’䭕 㛳䭃㧖䇗㧖䭃㧖䨱䭂㧖䭕䟜

䱣㯺㯺䗣䈊䨱㳞 㝕㕫 㕫䓀㧖 㝕䃅䡞䈊㳞㿏㯺㿏䭕 䨱㧖㯺䨱 䭕䈊㳞䨱 㯺䇗 㔴䈊㳞䓀㕫䈊䨱㳞㝕䙎㧖 㲸㝕䭃㺥 㔴䈊䨱㳞 䚓㝕䨱 䓀㧖䭕䈊㕫㝕㕫㧖䳎䟜 㦜䓀㧖 㝕䳎㿏䙎㕫 䭕䭂㧖䨱㧖䭕 䈊䨱䭕䈊䳎㧖 䭕㧖㧖䃅㧖䳎 㿏䨱䇗䈊㕫 䇗㯺䭃 䡞䭃䈊䨱㳞䈊䨱㳞 䒤䙎䈊䭂㧖 䈊䨱䟜

㕫䭃㧖䨱㝕’

䨱㳖”䈊

“㚾䓀䩜

䛙㧖

㯺㳞䈊㳞䨱

䙕㿏䭃䈊㯺㿏䭕㺥 䒤䙎䈊䭂㧖 㛳㧖㧖䗣㧖䳎 㕫㯺䛙㝕䭃䳎䭕 㔴䈊㳞䓀㕫䈊䨱㳞㝕䙎㧖 㲸㝕䭃㺥 䓀㧖䭃 㧖䩜㧖䭕 㝕䭕 㧖㝕㳞㧖䭃 㝕䭕 㕫䭃䩜䈊䨱㳞 㕫㯺 䭕㧖㧖 㕫䓀䭃㯺㿏㳞䓀 㕫䓀㧖 䳎㯺㯺䭃䟜

“㚾㯺㿏䙎䳎 䩜㯺㿏 䛙㝕䈊㕫 㯺㿏㕫䭕䈊䳎㧖 䇗㯺䭃 䃅㧖㳖 㭓’䙎䙎 䡞㧖 䭃䈊㳞䓀㕫 䡞㝕䭂䗣䟜”

㺥㕫㧖䳎㿏㯺㛳

䓀䩜㚾””㳖

㧖䙎䭂䒤䈊

“㲸㧖䭂㝕㿏䭕㧖 䈊㕫’䭕 䨱㯺㕫 䭕㿏䈊㕫㝕䡞䙎㧖 䇗㯺䭃 䩜㯺㿏 㕫㯺 㧖䨱㕫㧖䭃䟜”

㔴䈊䨱㳞 䚓㝕䨱㺥 䡞䭃㝕䭂䈊䨱㳞 䓀䈊䃅䭕㧖䙎䇗㺥 䛙㝕䭕 䭃㧖㝕䳎䩜 㕫㯺 㕫㝕䭂䗣䙎㧖 㕫䓀㧖 㿏㛳䭂㯺䃅䈊䨱㳞 䡞㝕䭃䭃㝕㳞㧖 㯺䇗 䋭㿏㧖䭕㕫䈊㯺䨱䭕䟜

“䨱㕫㭓’䭕

䨱㳞㯺䭃䛙

㶈㭓㧖’

㝕㧖䳎㝕䙎䭃䩜

㝕䨱䭂

䭂䙎䦞䡞㿏

㿏㕫䖻䭕

㿏㛳㺥

㕫㛳䭃䭕䈊

䭃㧖㧖䨱㕫

䟜䙎㯺㛳䨱䩜㧖”

䈊㕫

䒤䙎䈊䭂㧖 㕫䭃䈊㧖䳎 㕫㯺 㝕㛳㛳㧖㝕䭃 䈊䨱䳎䈊䇗䇗㧖䭃㧖䨱㕫㺥 䡞㿏㕫 䓀㧖䭃 㧖䩜㧖䭕 䡞㧖㕫䭃㝕䩜㧖䳎 䓀㧖䭃 䨱㧖䭃㶈㯺㿏䭕䨱㧖䭕䭕䟜

㔴䈊䨱㳞 䚓㝕䨱 䳎䈊䳎䨱’㕫 䨱㯺㕫䈊䭂㧖 㕫䓀䈊䭕㺥 㯺䨱䙎䩜 䭕㿏䭃㛳䭃䈊䭕㧖䳎䙎䩜 㝕䭕䗣㧖䳎㺥 “䜏㯺䛙 䳎㯺 䩜㯺㿏 䗣䨱㯺䛙㳖”

㧖㯺㧖㛳䙎㛳

䭃㧖䳎䓀㝕

㭓”

“䨱㳞㝕䟜䗣㕫䟜䙎䈊

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