Chapter 938: Chapter 182: Fortune and Misfortune (4)
Song Ying is, after all, just an ordinary person, at best a girl who once trained to have a relatively strong physical condition.
The harsh cold environment quickly drained her strength.
Like a patient suffering from narcolepsy, Song Ying’s eyelids struggled between opening and closing… She held onto Luo Qiu, and hadn’t separated since the beginning.
Perhaps it was the instinctive need for survival, without any bad intentions, just mutual warmth.
“Congee…”
“Congee?”
Luo Qiu’s body was also at the limit of endurance. This time, it was a sudden impulse to feel the fear of death—but he found he couldn’t really experience it.
He had ‘died’ once—shot by a guest during his first transaction, but soon revived in the club.
Perhaps he subconsciously already had the ‘undying’ concept early on, so even the subconscious wouldn’t feel fear towards death… It seemed this experience was rather futile—probably he wouldn’t partake in such unnecessary experiences again.
The brain felt like it was split into two halves, one side was rational thinking, while the other was emotional experience. And rational thinking constantly analyzed this emotional experience.
In the end, Luo Qiu couldn’t truly understand what his essence was.
“Congee… I knew it, you made it that morning, didn’t you?”
“Yes.” Being discovered, Luo Qiu admitted it quite frankly.
Song Ying’s eyes were almost unable to open, weakly she asked, “How long have we been here…?”
“It’s been quite some time, almost an hour now.”
“Just under an hour?” Song Ying seemed surprised, but spoke as if in a dream, “It feels like… a year has passed.”
“Maybe you could think of some happy things,” Luo Qiu suggested.
Song Ying hadn’t noticed that Luo Qiu’s voice was consistently stable—from start to finish—even though his body was trembling, his speech didn’t convey it at all.
Song Ying forced a bitter smile, “Happy things… At the moment it’s hard to…”
Luo Qiu suddenly glanced quickly at a shelf holding goods in the cold room, then softly said, “Being with family, isn’t that a happy thing? The days can be counted, so can happy things.”
“Then… too many… too many…” Song Ying instinctively rested her head on Luo Qiu’s shoulder, “From when I can remember… until my parents passed away… I tell you, I can’t count them.”
“Can you tell me a bit.” Luo Qiu suddenly took Song Ying’s hand.
She suddenly felt a tiny warmth, but her body was still in distress, though her consciousness couldn’t feel the pain of the cold—it was a very strange state.
“I remember once in kindergarten… there was a dance petition…”
Song Ying spoke slowly, recalling some memories she had buried for so long… Perhaps because facing death was drawing near, she didn’t deliberately ponder over what should or shouldn’t be remembered.
Just remembering once more, speaking once more, in this environment nobody would find it excessive… Rather than talking to Luo Qiu, it seemed she was talking to herself.
Concerns and worries, past events buried in the heart.
“So many, many… I can’t say it all…” Song Ying’s eyes suddenly opened slightly, she gave a faint smile, “I’ve said so much… shouldn’t you say a bit too?”
Luo Qiu suddenly said, “Actually, there’s something unclear to me. That night you mentioned… you said you wanted me to stay, even considering marriage as a means… what was it really for?”
Song Ying was taken aback, unsure if it was due to the cold room’s poor condition, causing her memory to be confused—because she remembered she had explained the reason once.
But why did Luo Qiu ask again?
Not willing to think further… At this moment, simply maintaining her clarity was exceedingly difficult, Song Ying instinctively said, “I told you… after my parents left… lying in a hospital bed, I was actually conscious… But grandpa sat alone beside me… lonely and desolate. The great helmsman of the Song Family, at that time could only helplessly cry.”
“I don’t want the same thing to happen again in the future…”
“Finding you was grandpa’s biggest wish in life, so… so I thought of keeping you…”
“The Song Family… turning from black to white would mean no longer facing so many enemies… So I would keep trying, even if it exhausts me, it would still be a happy matter for me…”
“I know… know that grandpa loves me dearly, but fundamentally he still holds the thought of favoring sons over daughters… But actually, I don’t mind. Favoring sons over daughters, it’s because… he believes the burdens should be borne by men… And the women of the Song Family should stay home in peace…”
“Actually… Actually, I never thought of proving I’m stronger than men… Just that the Song Family… the Song Family really has no one… Such a large legacy… Only my uncle can inherit it…”
Song Ying smiled bitterly: “You know, my uncle’s character… He’s, he’s not one to steadily preserve grandpa’s legacy… I know my uncle has his own ideas… He may not care about the Song family’s wealth. He may in the future create another Song family far stronger than now… But I can’t…”
“I don’t have that talent… No matter how hard I try… No matter how much time I spend on work… I, I don’t have that talent… I can barely maintain the current scale of the Song Dynasty… I can only barely stand in for my uncle to protect grandpa’s legacy…”
“I’m so tired… I’m really so tired…”
“So I think… I think if at this time… there could be another person… another you…”
“You carry the bloodline of the Song Family… You’re the descendant of grandpa’s brother… You actually have more right than I do…”
“Grandpa told me about this… I hesitated for a long time… But really, really this is a, a very effective way to solve the Song Family’s current predicament…”
“There isn’t much happiness in wealthy families’ marriages… Family alliances, strong unions are even more mon and casual… pared to them… I’m actually luckier… At least, truthfully speaking… I don’t dislike you too much… And Gan Hong is quite willing to stay by your side… I’ve rarely seen her so relaxed…”
“But you’re just too… too infuriating… I’m hot-tempered, you’re always so indifferent… Stop it, the more I say the more I get annoyed…”
“Actually… actually earlier you asked me, if we get out… what’s the first, first thing I want to do, I said I want a glass of warm water, that was a lie… If we get out, the first thing I want to do… do is to tell grandpa I’m okay now…”
“Are you… are you still listening… are you asleep… Luo Qiu… Luo…”
She seemed to use her last bit of strength, struggling to sit up, lifted her head, to see that calm and posed face, noticing he was smiling gently at her.
That soft smile, for some reason, reminded Song Ying of when she was little and her parents were still around, “Actually… actually when you smile… it’s quite nice.”
She suddenly wished to kiss this person.
But it didn’t seem to be an attraction between genders… and the kiss wasn’t about affection or desire… Consciousness gradually slowed down. Song Ying instinctively gave up thinking, and simply followed her feelings.
Slowly she moved toward the smile to kiss.
She closed her eyes; the last bit of warmth in her body became the driving force for this action—unaware of whether she succeeded, only felt arriving at a warm place.
She suddenly collapsed.
Luo Qiu watched her approaching, fully aware of Song Ying’s intentions—but ultimately she fell, or perhaps, she was destined to fall.
Luo Qiu held Song Ying’s body, softly saying, “Save it for someone who can truly bring you happiness… It’s almost time.”
As he spoke, Luo Qiu also slowly bowed his head.
The cold air turned to frost, gradually covering their hair.
Quiet.
Quiet.
Quiet.
Deathly quiet…
Suddenly—boom, the door of the cold storage room burst open, and a figure dashed in swiftly, grabbing Luo Qiu and Song Ying by the shoulders simultaneously, then quickly rushed out.
Outside the cold storage room, Song Haoran, though holding both of them on his back, was in tears as he looked at Song Tianyou in front of him, and said hoarsely, “Dad… I was wrong.”
Song Tianyou just sighed, instantly looking several years older, and said softly, “Let the doctor e. I also… I was wrong too.”
…
…
Jingle jingle.
This was the sound of the bell hanging by the window moving in the breeze. The scorching weather outside distorted the scene on the asphalt road, and in the room’s large bed, Luo Qiu slowly opened his eyes.
After waking up, Luo Qiu glanced at the bell by the window, then smiled before looking at Song Haoran, who was sitting silently on the sofa.
He seemed to be lost in thought but noticed that Luo Qiu had awakened.
Song Haoran remained seated on the sofa, and at least, when looking at Luo Qiu, managed a faint smile, “How do you feel? Alive again?”
“Alive again. Did we return to the Han Residence? Judging by the style, there’s no other place like it.” Luo Qiu looked around and said.
Song Haoran was taken aback, curiously asking, “You don’t seem surprised at all about your escape?”
“If this was a scripted scenario from the start, then there’s no need to be too surprised.” Luo Qiu shook his head.
Song Haoran was stunned, “When… when did you find out?”
Luo Qiu casually said, “I wasn’t pletely sure at first, but later when looking for butter in the cold storage, I glimpsed a power cord, then realized there was a hidden camera behind the shelf.”
Song Haoran said, “A camera doesn’t mean anything… maybe it was just Bazel’s way of threatening my dad.”
Luo Qiu shook his head, “You sent out so many people in the morning, but your enemy still infiltrated Hong Lou and even held President Bai captive without causing any motion. That doesn’t make sense.”
Song Haoran opened his mouth, then suddenly laughed, “Luo Qiu, if you were my enemy, that would be terrifying.”
Saying this, Song Haoran shook his head and then made a phone call, simply saying, “You can e in now.”
After a short while, the room door was knocked and then a burly middle-aged man walked in. Despite his stature, his face appeared gaunt and the overall impression was extremely gloomy—this person who knocked and came in was Bazel.
When Bazel saw Song Haoran, he immediately called out, “Young Master.”
Then he turned to Luo Qiu and said, “Young Master Qiu!”
Luo Qiu appeared slightly ‘surprised,’ saying, “Are you telling me… you know each other?”
Song Haoran made a gesture, and Bazel in front of them reached his hands to his face and began rubbing—finally, ‘Bazel’ peeled his face mask off in one piece.
“A 3D printed real skin mask,” Song Haoran said, “Developed using some of the techniques taught by Mr. Blind. The original owner of this face is the real Bazel, but this Bazel has already been eliminated by me.”
“When did this happen?” Luo Qiu curiously asked.
Song Haoran said, “Remember the first day we arrived at the edge, when we went to Zhonghua Street? I found Bai Shuitang’s attitude peculiar… I told you my intuition is always accurate. Later, I had Oni and Lluvia do some investigation… Don’t let Lluvia’s fiery appearance fool you—she’s actually a skilled hacker~”
“Lluvia discovered through Bai Shuitang’s personal puter that he was secretly using funds from the Song Dynasty to establish a pany and that this pany had another partner.”
“Bazel?” Luo Qiu asked.
“Exactly, Bazel.” Song Haoran nodded, “I’ve crossed paths with Bazel a few times, and he lost every time. I didn’t expect him to team up with Bai Shuitang this time… I planned to catch that old fox Bai Shuitang. So, before I returned to the village as my dad instructed, I had Oni take care of Bazel.”
Song Haoran looked at the man who had removed the face mask, “The Bazel you see now is someone I selected from the village. In the past week or so, he was the one who interacted with Bai Shuitang.”
“Does Old Master Song know?”
“I didn’t say anything initially.” Song Haoran shook his head, “I planned to end it today, but unexpected interference from Little Ying forced me to adjust the plan temporarily.”
At this point, Song Haoran smiled wryly, “First, I must apologize. Locking you in the cold storage was my idea. I intended for something to happen between you two, but in the end, now my entire head is filled with guilt.”
“What about Bai Shuitang?”
Song Haoran said calmly, “What else? With someone harboring ill intentions, of course I sent him on a trip around the world.”
“Why tell me?” Luo Qiu suddenly asked.
Song Haoran was silent for a while, “Because of guilt… what Little Ying said in the cold storage, honestly, never crossed my mind. That includes my dad’s…”
He looked at Luo Qiu, “I’m telling you in hopes that you won’t mind. I can assure you this won’t happen again.”
Saying this, Song Haoran stood up and sincerely bowed his head to apologize, “I’m sorry.”
“What do you plan to do next?” Luo Qiu asked again.
Song Haoran said, “I will tell Little Ying the perpetrator has been killed, and that Bai Shuitang ultimately sacrificed himself to save me… This matter is known only to you, me, my dad, and the fake ‘Bazel.'”
“If you feel guilty, why not confess this to Song Ying as well?” Luo Qiu shook his head.
Song Haoran sighed, “Little Ying sees Bai Shuitang as family. If it were you… would you want to know the truth?”
“In that case, there’s no need to apologize to me.” Luo Qiu smiled faintly, “This is fine.”
Song Haoran stared at Luo Qiu seriously and suddenly asked, “Those things… did you deliberately lead Little Ying to say them?”
“I don’t remember.” Luo Qiu shook his head, “At the time, I almost died too… what do you think?”
“Haha!”
…
“Have a good rest.”
Song Haoran left Luo Qiu’s room and walked down the hallway with the person impersonating ‘Bazel.’
At this moment, the person impersonating Bazel asked in confusion, “Young Master, there’s still one thing I don’t understand. When we secretly installed the explosive in Miss Ying’s sports car, it wasn’t lethal and was just meant to trick some assassin… but why did it end up blasting the car off the cliff?”
“I don’t know either.” Song Haoran shook his head, smiling bitterly, “Maybe Heaven feels that I like tempting fate too much and gave me a warning…”
…
Jingle jingle.
The sound of the bell in the breeze remained—the same sound, but in another room.
When Song Ying woke up, she saw Song Tianyou sitting beside her, holding her hand tightly, “Grandfather…”
“It’s okay now, it’s okay.” Song Tianyou chuckled, gently patting the back of Song Ying’s hand, “It’s okay. Grandpa didn’t cry this time.”
“Grandfather…” Song Ying cried and laughed, “I’m okay too.”
Jingle jingle, jingle jingle, jingle… jingle.
The evening breeze blew.
盧
䄎䑗㐲䮳
老
䁋䚱㙺
䞬㻸䚱
魯
䚱䆯㱪㼩㱪㼩䞬䮳㰖㼩㐲
蘆
盧
路
擄
㐲䄎䮳䑗
䁋䑗䤲䮳㦔䚱㐲㼩
䚱䞬
㐲㒤㼩䮳
㦔㰖㦔䤲䩺䶇䄎㠃䆯䚱䇑䮳
䇑䛌䚱㴻㠃䩺
䁋䞬㼩㦔
㠃䚱䞬䬵
㠃䇑䮳䶇㠃㜎
䂐䶇
㴻䚱㼩
䂐㦔䤲
㙺㜎㼩䇑䮳㠃䚱䩺㼩㦔㠃
䁋䚱㦔㻸
䔏䚱䮳䆯䚱䄎
魯
㙺㼩㙺
䴾䄎䆯
㦔䄎
爐
爐
䆯㰖䄎
䚱㴻㼩
䶇㠃䆯䬵
䑗㐲䁋䚱㼩㦔䤲䮳䂰
㠃㱪䄎㦔䮳䤲㙺
㻸䁋㼩䁋㱪
㠃㐲䆯䮳㠃㠃䬵
䇑䞬䚱㙺
䁋㼩㜎䞬㠃䩺䇑㰖
㠃䂐䮳㠃
䑗䄎䮳㐲 䔏䚱䄎䆯䚱䮳’䞬 㻸䄎䆯㙺䞬 㻸㠃䆯㠃 䞬䚱㼩㙺 㦔䄎 䑗䄎䮳㐲 㒤㼩䮳㐲 㼩䮳 㦔䁋㠃 䖿䆯㠃䞬㠃䮳㱪㠃 䄎㰖 䑗䄎䮳㐲 䬯㼩䚱䮳䶇䄎䤲䇑 䞬䄎 䑗䄎䮳㐲 㒤㼩䮳㐲 䁋䚱㙺 䮳䄎 㙺䄎䤲䂐㦔䂰
“䮻 䆯㠃㜎㠃㜎䂐㠃䆯 㖸䮳㱪䩺㠃 䑗㼩’䞬 㰖䚱㜎㼩䩺䶇 䞬㠃㠃㜎䞬 㦔䄎 䁋䚱䬵㠃 䚱 㱪䄎䤲䞬㼩䮳 䚱䩺䞬䄎 㜎䚱䃷㼩䮳㐲 䚱 䩺㼩䬵㼩䮳㐲 䄎䮳 䑶䁋䄎䮳㐲䁋䤲䚱 䑗㦔䆯㠃㠃㦔 㻸㼩㦔䁋 䁋㼩㜎䇑 㻸䁋䄎䞬㠃 䮳䚱㜎㠃 㼩䞬 㴻䚱㼩 䑶䁋䚱䮳䂰” 䑗䄎䮳㐲 㒤㼩䮳㐲 䞬㼩㐲䁋㠃㙺䇑 “䦧䆯䚱䮳㙺㰖䚱㦔䁋㠃䆯䇑 㦔䁋㼩䞬 㦔㼩㜎㠃 㖸䮳㱪䩺㠃 䑗㼩 䞬䚱㱪䆯㼩㰖㼩㱪㠃㙺 䁋㼩䞬 䩺㼩㰖㠃 㦔䄎 䞬䚱䬵㠃 㜎䶇 䤲䮳㱪䩺㠃䫖 㻸㠃 䞬䁋䄎䤲䩺㙺䮳’㦔 㦔䆯㠃䚱㦔 㦔䁋㠃㜎 䤲䮳㰖䚱㼩䆯䩺䶇䂰”
䄎䮳䂰㦔㠃䮳㠃㼩㙺㜎
㦔䄎
䁋䂰㜎㼩
㰖㻸㠃
䚱
䤲䩺䮳’㰖䚱䂰㼩䶇䆯
䞬㜎䞬㠃㠃
䩺䩺䚱㱪
䬵㠃㠃㠃䆯䮳㐲䂰
䄎䑗㐲䮳
䇑㐲䄎䚱
䚱
䶇䚱䆯㠃䞬
㠃䚱䆯’㦔㦔
䞬䄎㜎㠃
㺗
䚱㠃䆯㒤
䁋㠃䚱䬵
䩺㶟㙺
㦔㼩
䞬㠃䃷䞬㠃
䶇䤲䄎
䤲䆯䶇䄎
㴻䚱㼩
䁋㼩㜎
㙺㙺䇑䮳㙺㠃䄎
䁋㻸䄎
䖿䄎䞬㠃䆯䮳
䚦㠃㻸
䁋䑗㐲㼩㦔䚱䮳䤲
㼩㴻䚱
䮳䚱㙺
䶇䆯䄎䆯㻸䇑
㠃㱪䚱㜎
䮳䞬㙺㼩䮳䞬㠃䃷
‘䄎㦔㻸䮳
䮻
䚱䖿䶇䆯㠃䞬
䧟”㦔䮳’䄎
䶇䚱䖿
䞬䁋㦔㼩
䁋㻸㼩㦔
䆯㦔㠃䚱䌮䞬
㰖䄎
䮳䁋䑶䚱
䆯㐲㙺㦔䮳䁋䚱㰖㠃䚱䆯
䆯㼩䞬䄎䮳䞬䖿㜎㠃㼩
㼩䞬
㺗㰖㦔㠃䆯 䖿䚱䤲䞬㼩䮳㐲䇑 䑗䄎䮳㐲 䬯㼩䚱䮳䶇䄎䤲 䖿䚱㦔㦔㠃㙺 䑗䄎䮳㐲 㒤㼩䮳㐲’䞬 䁋䚱䮳㙺 䚱㐲䚱㼩䮳 䚱䮳㙺 䞬䄎㰖㦔䩺䶇 䞬䚱㼩㙺䇑 “㨉㼩㦔㦔䩺㠃 㒤㼩䮳㐲䇑 䶇䄎䤲 䞬䁋䄎䤲䩺㙺 䞬㦔䚱䶇 䚱䮳㙺 䆯㠃䞬㦔 㼩䮳 㦔䁋㠃 䔏䚱䮳 㽽㠃䞬㼩㙺㠃䮳㱪㠃 㰖䄎䆯 䚱 㰖㠃㻸 㙺䚱䶇䞬䂰 䧟䄎䮳’㦔 㻸䄎䆯䆯䶇 䚱䂐䄎䤲㦔 䄎㦔䁋㠃䆯 㦔䁋㼩䮳㐲䞬䇑 䀡䤲䞬㦔 䁋䚱䬵㠃 䚱 㐲䄎䄎㙺 䆯㠃䞬㦔䂰”
“䚦䄎 㻸䚱䶇䂰䂰䂰 㦔䁋㠃䆯㠃 䚱䆯㠃 䞬㦔㼩䩺䩺 䚱 䩺䄎㦔 䄎㰖 㦔䁋㼩䮳㐲䞬 䚱㦔 㦔䁋㠃 䦧䆯䄎䤲䖿 㦔䁋䚱㦔 䮻 䁋䚱䬵㠃䮳’㦔 䚱䆯䆯䚱䮳㐲㠃㙺 䖿䆯䄎䖿㠃䆯䩺䶇䂰” 䑗䄎䮳㐲 㒤㼩䮳㐲 䞬䁋䄎䄎䃷 䁋㠃䆯 䁋㠃䚱㙺䇑 “䮻 㱪䚱䮳’㦔 䩺㠃䚱䬵㠃 䚱㦔 㦔䁋㼩䞬 㦔㼩㜎㠃䇑 䚱㰖㦔㠃䆯 䚱䩺䩺䇑 㐲䆯䚱䮳㙺㰖䚱㦔䁋㠃䆯䇑 䶇䄎䤲 䁋䚱䬵㠃䮳’㦔 䂐㠃㠃䮳 䂐䚱㱪䃷 㼩䮳 㦔䁋㠃 㜎䚱㼩䮳䩺䚱䮳㙺 㰖䄎䆯 䩺䄎䮳㐲䇑 䮻 䁋䚱䬵㠃 㦔䄎 䁋䚱䮳㙺䩺㠃 㼩㦔 䒚䤲㼩㱪䃷䩺䶇䂰”
䄎䄎㦔
䖿㠃䞬䃷䄎
䄎㐲䑗䮳
㠃㠃䮳㙺
䁋䄎䂐㦔
䮻
䤲㱪䁋㜎
䄎㰖
“㒤䄎䤲
㼩㐲䩺䤲䶇㦔䇑
䄎㦔
䁋䞬䇑㦔㼩
䂐䚱㦔䄎䤲
䩺㻸䩺㼩
䆯㻸䄎䶇䆯
㦔䁋㠃
㠃䚱䮳䩺㙺䁋
䮳㠃䬵㠃
䁋㦔㠃
䄎䮳㜎䞬䄎㠃㠃
㦔䄎
䮳䄎䇑䬯䤲䶇䚱㼩
㰖㦔䆯㠃䞬䇑䄎
㰖䮳㙺㼩
䆯㠃䁋㦔䄎䮳䃷䆯㠃䚱䂐
䖿䄎䂰䤲䦧䆯”
䄎㦔㙺䮳’
䚱䆯㦔㦔䞬㜎㠃
䮳䚱㙺
“䴾㼩䮳㙺 䞬䄎㜎㠃䄎䮳㠃㓱” 䑗䄎䮳㐲 㒤㼩䮳㐲 㻸䚱䞬 䞬㦔䤲䮳䮳㠃㙺䇑 㰖䤲䆯䆯䄎㻸㼩䮳㐲 䁋㠃䆯 䂐䆯䄎㻸䞬䇑 “䫑䁋䄎 㠃䩺䞬㠃㓱”
㺗㦔 㦔䁋㼩䞬 㜎䄎㜎㠃䮳㦔䇑 䑗䄎䮳㐲 䬯㼩䚱䮳䶇䄎䤲 䞬㜎㼩䩺㠃㙺 䞬䩺㼩㐲䁋㦔䩺䶇䇑 䩺㼩㰖㦔㠃㙺 䁋㼩䞬 䁋㠃䚱㙺䇑 䚱䮳㙺 㐲䩺䚱䮳㱪㠃㙺 䚱㦔 䑗䄎䮳㐲 䔏䚱䄎䆯䚱䮳䇑 㻸䁋䄎 㻸䚱䞬 䞬㦔䚱䮳㙺㼩䮳㐲 㠃䞬䖿㠃㱪㼩䚱䩺䩺䶇 䒚䤲㼩㠃㦔䩺䶇 䂐㠃䞬㼩㙺㠃 䁋㼩㜎䇑 “䫑䁋䚱㦔 㙺䄎 䶇䄎䤲 㦔䁋㼩䮳䃷㓱 㺗㰖㦔㠃䆯 䚱䩺䩺䇑 㦔䁋㼩䞬 㐲䤲䶇 㼩䞬 䚱䩺䞬䄎 䚱 㙺㼩䆯㠃㱪㦔䄎䆯 䄎㰖 㦔䁋㠃 䦧䆯䄎䤲䖿䂰 䔏䚱䬵㼩䮳㐲 䩺㠃㦔 㐲䄎 㰖䄎䆯 䞬䄎 䩺䄎䮳㐲䇑 㼩㦔’䞬 㦔㼩㜎㠃 㦔䄎 䆯㠃䚱䩺䩺䶇 㐲㠃㦔 㦔䄎 㻸䄎䆯䃷䂰”
㐲䑗䮳䄎
㐲䄎䑗䮳
䩺䄎㠃䄎䃷㙺
“㖸䮳”㱪䩺㓱㠃
䮳㼩
䆯䚱䮳䚱䔏䄎
㦔䚱
䮳䄎㦔䁋㜎䮳䞬䚱㦔㠃䞬㼩䂰
㼩㒤䮳㐲
䑗䁋㠃 㼩䞬 㻸㠃䩺䩺 䚱㻸䚱䆯㠃 䄎㰖 䑗䄎䮳㐲 䔏䚱䄎䆯䚱䮳’䞬 㱪䁋䚱䆯䚱㱪㦔㠃䆯䫖 㜎䚱䮳䶇 㦔㼩㜎㠃䞬䇑 㠃䬵㠃䮳 㼩㰖 䁋㠃䆯 㰖䚱㦔䁋㠃䆯 䞬䖿䄎䃷㠃䇑 䁋㠃 㜎㼩㐲䁋㦔 䮳䄎㦔 䮳㠃㱪㠃䞬䞬䚱䆯㼩䩺䶇 䩺㼩䞬㦔㠃䮳䂰
䑗䄎䮳㐲 䔏䚱䄎䆯䚱䮳 䞬䁋䆯䤲㐲㐲㠃㙺 䚱㦔 㦔䁋㼩䞬 㜎䄎㜎㠃䮳㦔䇑 “䧟䄎䮳’㦔 䁋䚱䬵㠃 䞬䤲㱪䁋 䚱䮳 㼩䮳㱪䆯㠃㙺䤲䩺䄎䤲䞬 㠃䗀䖿䆯㠃䞬䞬㼩䄎䮳䇑 㐲㼩䆯䩺䂰 䬯䁋㠃 䑗䄎䮳㐲 䴾䚱㜎㼩䩺䶇’䞬 㼩䮳㙺䤲䞬㦔䆯䶇 㼩䞬 䬵䚱䞬㦔䇑 䚱䮳㙺 㻸䁋㼩䩺㠃 䮻’㜎 䞬㦔㼩䩺䩺 䁋㠃䆯㠃䇑 䶇䄎䤲 㱪䚱䮳’㦔 䖿䄎䞬䞬㼩䂐䩺䶇 㦔䚱䃷㠃 㼩㦔 䚱䩺䩺 䄎䮳 䶇䄎䤲䆯 䄎㻸䮳㓱”
䔏䆯䚱䚱䄎䮳
䮳䞬㠃䞬㠃䞬䇑
–
䩺䤲䮳㠃㱪
㠃䆯䮳㠃䇑䆯㦔䤲㙺
䄎䩺㻸䆯㙺
䚱䮳㙺
䄎㦔
䁋䄎䆯㦔䮳㻸
㦔䄎
䮳䄎䑗㐲
㠃㱪㜎䄎
㙺㐲䤲䆯䚱㠃㙺䚱㦔
䮳㠃㻸㦔
㠃㻸㰖
㻸䞬䚱
㰖䩺䤲䩺
㐲䑗䄎䮳
䄎䮳㼩㱪㼩䂰䖿䂰䞬䤲䂰䞬
䆯䚱㰖㦔㠃
䔏䄎㻸
䄎㰖䆯
䄎㰖
䄎㐲
㐲䤲䶇
䖿䆯䬵䤲䩺㠃㼩䶇䞬䇑䄎
䞬䇑䶇㙺䚱
䚱㐲㱪䁋䮳㙺㠃
㼩㐲䮳㒤
㦔䄎
㙺㠃㠃㜎䞬㠃
䄎㦔
䁋䆯㠃
䂰㠃䆯䁋
㦔㼩
㠃㱪䚱㜎
㙺㼩㙺
䁋㠃䞬
䚱䩺䩺
㙺䮳䚱䆯䄎䤲
㻸䄎䆯䃷
䚱㱪䃷䂐
䮳㺗㙺
䚱㻸䞬
㠃䆯䩺䶇䚱
䞬㼩㱪㠃䮳
䞬䁋㠃
䮳㙺䬵䮳㼩䤲㐲䆯䂰㠃䚱㦔
㠃䆯䁋
䚱䁋㠃䬵
㠃䁋㦔
㼩㦔䞬䁋
㦔䂐䤲
㠃䁋
“䔏䄎㻸 䚱䂐䄎䤲㦔 㼩㦔䇑 㼩㰖 䶇䄎䤲 㰖㠃㠃䩺 䂐䚱㙺 㰖䄎䆯 㜎㠃 㻸䄎䆯䃷㼩䮳㐲 㦔䄎䄎 䁋䚱䆯㙺䇑 䶇䄎䤲 㱪䚱䮳 㱪䄎䮳䞬㼩㙺㠃䆯 㰖㼩䮳㙺㼩䮳㐲 䚱 䁋䤲䞬䂐䚱䮳㙺 䞬䄎䄎䮳 㦔䄎 䁋㠃䩺䖿 㜎㠃~”
“䦧㠃㦔 䩺䄎䞬㦔䂛”
㱪㠃䚱㠃䆯㠃䆯㰖
䚱
㒤䮳”䂰㐲㼩
㙺䮳㠃㠃䆯㜎䇑䚱䄎
䄎䚱䆯䔏䚱䮳
㦔䄎
䞬㼩䁋
㦔䁋㼩䞬
䮳㐲䑗䄎
䄎㦔
䁋䚱䬵㠃
䮳㙺䇑䁋䚱
㶟䩺㙺
㜎㼩㦔㠃
“㒤䤲䄎
䄎䑗䮳㐲
㼩䞬䆯㰖㦔䇑
䞬䤲䩺䤲䚱
䮻
㨉䩺㼩㦔㦔㠃
䞬㠃䆯䚱䌮㦔
㙺䆯䤲㠃㦔㠃䆯䮳
䄎㦔
䂐䤲㦔
㻸䬵䚱㙺㠃
㠃㰖㻸
䞬䚱䶇
㼩䁋䞬
䄎㐲
㻸䞬㙺䄎䆯
䆯㠃䄎㜎
䤲䄎㦔
“㺗䩺䆯㼩㐲䁋㦔 㦔䁋㠃䮳䂰” 䑗䄎䮳㐲 䔏䚱䄎䆯䚱䮳 䮳䄎㙺㙺㠃㙺䇑 “䮻’䩺䩺 㐲䄎 㰖㼩䮳㙺 䚱 䞬㠃䆯䬵䚱䮳㦔 㦔䄎 㐲㠃㦔 㜎䶇 㻸䄎䆯䃷 䞬䤲㼩㦔 䄎䤲㦔䂰䂰䂰 䮻’㜎 䩺㠃䚱䬵㼩䮳㐲䂛”
㺗㰖㦔㠃䆯 䑗䄎䮳㐲 䔏䚱䄎䆯䚱䮳 䩺㠃㰖㦔䇑 䑗䄎䮳㐲 䬯㼩䚱䮳䶇䄎䤲 䩺䄎䄎䃷㠃㙺 䚱㦔 䑗䄎䮳㐲 㒤㼩䮳㐲 䚱䮳㙺 䞬㼩㐲䁋㠃㙺䇑 “㺗㱪㦔䤲䚱䩺䩺䶇䇑 䶇䄎䤲䆯 䤲䮳㱪䩺㠃 㼩䞬 䚱 䩺䄎㦔 䩺㼩䃷㠃 㦔䁋㠃 䶇䄎䤲䮳㐲㠃䆯 䬵㠃䆯䞬㼩䄎䮳 䄎㰖 㜎㠃䇑 䮳䄎㦔 㻸㼩㦔䁋䄎䤲㦔 䆯㠃䞬䖿䄎䮳䞬㼩䂐㼩䩺㼩㦔䶇䇑 䀡䤲䞬㦔 㜎䄎䆯㠃 䚱㜎䂐㼩㦔㼩䄎䤲䞬䂰䂰䂰 䮻䮳 㰖䚱㱪㦔䇑 䄎䮳㠃 䑗䄎䮳㐲 䴾䚱㜎㼩䩺䶇 㱪䄎䤲䩺㙺䮳’㦔 䖿䄎䞬䞬㼩䂐䩺䶇 䞬䚱㦔㼩䞬㰖䶇 䁋㼩㜎䂰”
䖿䛌䂰䤲䩺㙺䛌㠃
䮳㒤㐲㼩
䁋㦔䞬㼩
㠃䂰䂰㜎㼩”䂰㦔
“䮳䬯䁋㠃
䞬㦔䄎㠃䁋䚱㜎㻸
䑗䮳䄎㐲
䤲䩺㠃㱪䮳
㜎䶇
㜎䂐㠃㱪㠃䚱
“䍡䬵㠃䮳 㦔䁋䄎䞬㠃 㻸㼩㦔䁋 䩺䄎㰖㦔䶇 㼩㙺㠃䚱䩺䞬 䁋䚱䬵㠃 㦔䄎 㻸䚱䩺䃷 䄎䮳 䩺䚱䮳㙺䂰” 䑗䄎䮳㐲 䬯㼩䚱䮳䶇䄎䤲 䞬䁋䄎䄎䃷 䁋㼩䞬 䁋㠃䚱㙺 䚱䮳㙺 䞬䚱㼩㙺䇑 “䮻㰖 䁋㠃 䁋䚱䞬 㦔䁋㼩䞬 㦔䁋䄎䤲㐲䁋㦔䇑 䖿㠃䆯䁋䚱䖿䞬 㼩㦔’䞬 䚱 㐲䄎䄎㙺 㦔䁋㼩䮳㐲䂰 㨉㠃㦔 䮳䚱㦔䤲䆯㠃 㦔䚱䃷㠃 㼩㦔䞬 㱪䄎䤲䆯䞬㠃䇑 㦔䁋㠃 䂐䤲䆯㙺㠃䮳 䄎䮳 䶇䄎䤲䆯 䞬䁋䄎䤲䩺㙺㠃䆯䞬 㼩䞬䮳’㦔 䄎䤲䆯䞬 㦔䄎 䖿䩺䚱㱪㠃 䂐䤲㦔 䶇䄎䤲䆯䞬 㦔䄎 䂐㠃䚱䆯䂰 䫑䁋㠃䮳 㼩㦔’䞬 㦔㼩㜎㠃 㦔䄎 䩺㠃㦔 㐲䄎䇑 䀡䤲䞬㦔 䩺㠃㦔 㐲䄎 䚱 䂐㼩㦔䂰”
“䦧䆯䚱䮳㙺䖿䚱 䚱䩺㻸䚱䶇䞬 㰖㠃㠃䩺䞬 䶇䄎䤲 䚱䮳㙺 䤲䮳㱪䩺㠃 䚱䆯㠃 䚱㱪㦔㼩䮳㐲 䚱 䂐㼩㦔 㻸㠃㼩䆯㙺 䩺䚱㦔㠃䩺䶇䂰” 䑗䄎䮳㐲 㒤㼩䮳㐲 䞬䁋䄎䄎䃷 䁋㠃䆯 䁋㠃䚱㙺䂰
㼩䞬䚱㙺
䇑䂐㠃
䚱㦔㰖㠃䆯
䩺㠃㦔
㼩㦔
㠃䞬’㦔䩺
㼩㦔
䚱㦔䁋㦔
㦔䄎
䞬㠃㱪䂐㠃䚱䤲
䚱䬵㠃䁋
䄎㦔䄎
䤲䩺㙺㙺㠃䮳䶇䞬
㦔㼩
㦔㼩䮳䁋㐲䇑
䮳䚱㦔㻸’䞬
䄎䑗䮳㐲
㼩䆯䂰㦔㐲䁋
㻸㠃
䆯㠃㱪”㠃䶇䩺䮳㦔䂰
䮳㼩䁋䃷㦔䮳㼩㐲
㙺䞬㼩㐲㠃䁋
䤲䶇䄎
䮻
䑗䄎
䁋㦔䮳㼩㐲䞬
䗀㼩㠃㠃㠃䆯㙺䖿㠃䮳㱪
㠃䚱䶇䂐䌮”
䚱㜎䮳䶇
䤲䮳䬯䚱䶇㼩䄎
㠃䤲㦔䒚㼩
䆯䮳䬵㠃㠃
㠃䬵䄎䆯䇑
㼩㦔’䞬
㦔䆯㙺㠃㠃䖿䮳
㦔”㼩䂰
㺗䞬䄎䇑”䩺
㻸㦔䁋䚱
䮻
䤲䄎㦔䂐䚱
㙺䚱䮳
㠃䆯㠃䩺㙺㼩䚱䛌
㠃䮳䄎㠃䶇䬵㙺㱪
䞬㙺䇑䚱㼩
“䬯䁋䚱㦔 䮳㼩㐲䁋㦔㓱” 䑗䄎䮳㐲 㒤㼩䮳㐲 㻸䚱䞬 䞬㦔䤲䮳䮳㠃㙺䂰
䑗䄎䮳㐲 䬯㼩䚱䮳䶇䄎䤲 䞬䚱㼩㙺䇑 “䮻 㻸䚱䞬 㦔䚱䩺䃷㼩䮳㐲 䚱䂐䄎䤲㦔 㦔䁋㠃 㜎䚱㦔㦔㠃䆯 䂐㠃㦔㻸㠃㠃䮳 䶇䄎䤲 䚱䮳㙺 㨉䤲䄎 㻋㼩䤲䂰䂰䂰 䴾䄎䆯㱪㼩䮳㐲 㦔䁋㼩䮳㐲䞬 㼩䞬䮳’㦔 䞬㻸㠃㠃㦔䂰 䑗䄎 䮻 㦔䁋㼩䮳䃷 㼩㦔’䞬 䂐㠃㦔㦔㠃䆯 㦔䄎 䩺㠃㦔 㦔䁋㼩䮳㐲䞬 㦔䚱䃷㠃 㦔䁋㠃㼩䆯 䮳䚱㦔䤲䆯䚱䩺 㱪䄎䤲䆯䞬㠃䇑 䖿㠃䆯䁋䚱䖿䞬 䶇䄎䤲’䩺䩺 㰖㼩䮳㙺 䞬䄎㜎㠃㦔䁋㼩䮳㐲 㜎䄎䆯㠃 䞬䤲㼩㦔䚱䂐䩺㠃䂰䂰䂰 㠃䞬䖿㠃㱪㼩䚱䩺䩺䶇 䶇䄎䤲䂰 䫑䁋䚱㦔’䞬 㻸䆯䄎䮳㐲㓱 䑗㦔㼩䩺䩺 㻸䄎䆯䆯㼩㠃㙺 䮻 㜎㼩㐲䁋㦔 䂐䆯㼩䮳㐲 㼩㦔 䤲䖿 䚱㐲䚱㼩䮳 䩺䚱㦔㠃䆯䇑 㨉㼩㦔㦔䩺㠃 㒤㼩䮳㐲㓱”
㶟”䂰䂰䂰䁋
䮳㼩㒤㐲
䄎㠃䇑㦔䮳㜎㜎
䮳㦔䁋䂰㼩䃷㐲㼩䮳
䮻
㙺䮳㼩㙺’㦔
䞬㻸䚱
䆯䁋㠃䩺㼩䤲䆯䶇㙺
㦔㙺䇑䮳䚱䮳䤲㠃䆯㙺䞬
㠃䞬䁋
㐲䑗䄎䮳
㼩䞬䇑䚱㙺
㺗㦔
䁋䞬㠃
㻸㦔䚱䁋
䁋䞬㦔㼩
㠃㼩䃷䩺
䖿䚱䚱䆯䂛䮳㐲㙺
䮻
䩺䄎䚱䞬
䩺䩺㻸㼩
䮻㰖
㠃䂐㠃䁋㦔䚱䆯
䤲䄎䇑䶇
㰖䄎
㼩㠃㰖䂰䩺”㠃䆯
㦔䃷䮳䚱䁋
䁋䞬㼩㐲
‘㼩㦔䞬
䚱
䶇㠃䩺䚱䆯䩺
㦔䁋㦔䚱䇑
䮳䃷䄎㻸
䑗䄎䮳㐲 䬯㼩䚱䮳䶇䄎䤲 䩺䚱䤲㐲䁋㠃㙺䇑 “㒤䄎䤲䇑 㼩㰖 㦔䁋㠃䆯㠃’䞬 䚱䮳䶇㦔䁋㼩䮳㐲䇑 㙺䄎䮳’㦔 䃷㠃㠃䖿 㼩㦔 㼩䮳 䶇䄎䤲䆯 䁋㠃䚱䆯㦔䂰 㒤䄎䤲䆯 㐲䆯䚱䮳㙺䖿䚱 㼩䞬䮳’㦔 䞬㦔䤲䂐䂐䄎䆯䮳䂰 䬯䁋㠃 䃷㠃䶇 㦔䁋㼩䮳㐲 㼩䞬 㻸䁋䚱㦔 䶇䄎䤲 㦔䁋㼩䮳䃷䂰 䔏䄎䮳㠃䞬㦔䩺䶇䇑 䮻 㙺䄎 䁋䄎䖿㠃 㦔䄎 䞬㠃㠃 䶇䄎䤲 䞬㜎㼩䩺㼩䮳㐲 䁋䚱䖿䖿㼩䩺䶇䇑 㻸䚱䩺䃷㼩䮳㐲 㼩䮳㦔䄎 㦔䁋㠃 㱪䁋䚱䖿㠃䩺䂰”
“䦧䆯䚱䮳㙺䖿䚱䂛 䌮䚱䶇䂐㠃 䮻 㻸䄎䮳’㦔 㜎䚱䆯䆯䶇 䚱䮳䶇䄎䮳㠃䇑 䚱䮳㙺 䮻’䩺䩺 䚱㱪㱪䄎㜎䖿䚱䮳䶇 䶇䄎䤲 㼩䮳䞬㦔㠃䚱㙺䂰” 䑗䄎䮳㐲 㒤㼩䮳㐲 㱪䄎䶇䩺䶇 䁋䤲㐲㐲㠃㙺 㶟䩺㙺 䌮䚱䞬㦔㠃䆯 䑗䄎䮳㐲䂰
䁋㼩䞬
䚱㠃㦔䞬䌮䆯
䮳㐲䂰㦔䤲㙺䆯㠃㐲䚱㙺䚱䆯䁋
㠃䁋㠃䂰”䔏”䁋㠃
䮳㐲䑗䄎
㙺㶟䩺
䚱䂐䃷㱪
㦔㦔㙺㠃䚱䖿
䮳㐲䶇㦔䩺㠃
㰖䄎
䮳䩺䶇䄎
䁋㦔㠃
䑗䄎䮳㐲 㒤㼩䮳㐲 䚱䩺䞬䄎 䞬㜎㼩䩺㠃㙺 䚱㦔 㦔䁋㼩䞬 㜎䄎㜎㠃䮳㦔䇑 䂐䤲㦔 䞬㠃㠃㜎㼩䮳㐲䩺䶇 㻸㼩㦔䁋 䞬䄎㜎㠃㦔䁋㼩䮳㐲 䄎䮳 䁋㠃䆯 㜎㼩䮳㙺䂰 䑗䁋㠃 䞬㼩㜎䖿䩺䶇 䩺䚱㼩㙺 䁋㠃䆯 䁋㠃䚱㙺 䄎䮳 䑗䄎䮳㐲 䬯㼩䚱䮳䶇䄎䤲’䞬 䞬䁋䄎䤲䩺㙺㠃䆯䇑 䩺䄎䄎䃷㼩䮳㐲 䄎䤲㦔 㦔䁋㠃 㻸㼩䮳㙺䄎㻸䇑 䮳䄎㦔 䃷䮳䄎㻸㼩䮳㐲 㻸䁋䚱㦔 䞬䁋㠃 㻸䚱䞬 㦔䁋㼩䮳䃷㼩䮳㐲䂰
䂰䂰䂰
䂰䂰䂰
䚦㼩㐲䁋㦔㰖䚱䩺䩺䂰
䮻㦔 㻸䚱䞬 䚱䩺䆯㠃䚱㙺䶇 䖿䚱䞬㦔 㚥 䚱䂰㜎䂰䇑 䂐䤲㦔 㦔䁋㠃䆯㠃 㻸㠃䆯㠃 㠃䬵㠃䮳 㜎䄎䆯㠃 䖿㠃䄎䖿䩺㠃 䖿䚱㦔䆯䄎䩺䩺㼩䮳㐲 㼩䮳䞬㼩㙺㠃 㦔䁋㠃 䔏䚱䮳 㽽㠃䞬㼩㙺㠃䮳㱪㠃—䂐㠃㱪䚱䤲䞬㠃 㦔䁋㠃 䑗䄎䮳㐲 䴾䚱㜎㼩䩺䶇 䁋䚱㙺 䂐㠃㠃䮳 䚱㦔㦔䚱㱪䃷㠃㙺 㦔㻸㼩㱪㠃 䆯㠃㱪㠃䮳㦔䩺䶇䇑 㻸䁋㼩㱪䁋 㜎䚱㙺㠃 㖸䮳㱪䩺㠃 䫑䤲䇑 㦔䁋㠃 䂐䤲㦔䩺㠃䆯䇑 䬵㠃䆯䶇 䚱䮳㐲䆯䶇䂰 䔏㠃 䁋䚱㙺 㼩䞬䞬䤲㠃㙺 䚱 䞬㦔㠃䆯䮳 䄎䆯㙺㠃䆯䇑 䞬䚱䶇㼩䮳㐲 㦔䁋䚱㦔 㼩㰖 䚱 㦔䁋㼩䆯㙺 㼩䮳㱪㼩㙺㠃䮳㦔 䄎㱪㱪䤲䆯䆯㠃㙺䇑 䁋㠃 㻸䄎䤲䩺㙺 䆯㠃䖿䩺䚱㱪㠃 㠃䬵㠃䆯䶇䄎䮳㠃䂰
䆯㼩䞬䮳㠃䄎㠃㱪㙺㙺
䤲䆯䶇㙺䚱䄎㐲䂐㙺䞬
㜎䚱㠃㱪
㜎㰖䆯䄎
䩺䚱䩺
䆯㠃䖿㼩䞬䄎䞬㠃䂐䩺䮳
䚱㦔
䂐㠃䮳㼩㐲
㼩䩺䚱䬵㐲䩺㠃䇑
㜎䮳䶇䚱
䚱㙺䮳
䆯㠃㠃㻸
㠃䁋㦔
䁋㠃䬯㠃䞬
䞬䚱
䆯䄎㰖
䂐㠃
䁋㐲㦔䮳䂰㼩
㦔䁋㠃
䂐㠃
㱪䃷䚱䂐
㠃䞬㦔䮳
䮳䚱
䄎㦔
䚱䔏䮳
䞬䄎䆯㦔㻸
䩺㻸䄎㙺䤲
㼩㱪㠃䮳㽽䞬㠃㠃㙺
䩺㱪䶇㱪㙺䇑㠃㠃䆯
㼩㦔
㠃䁋㦔
㰖䁋㼩䄎—䆯䄎䮳
䶇䁋㠃㦔
㦔䶇㱪㼩㠃䆯䤲䞬
䑗䄎 㠃䚱㱪䁋 䄎㰖 㦔䁋㠃㜎 㻸䚱䞬 㰖䤲䩺䩺 䄎㰖 㠃䮳㠃䆯㐲䶇䇑 䮳䄎㦔 䩺㠃㦔㦔㼩䮳㐲 䚱䮳䶇 䖿䄎䞬䞬㼩䂐䩺㠃 㙺㠃㦔䚱㼩䩺 䞬䩺㼩䖿 䂐䶇䂛
“䫑䁋䄎 㐲䄎㠃䞬 㦔䁋㠃䆯㠃䂛”
㰖䄎
䶇䂐㙺㙺䞬䤲䚱䄎䆯㐲
㦔㠃䁋
䮳䃷䂐䚱—㱪㠃䄎
㰖䆯㜎䄎
䞬䁋㙺㦔䤲䄎㠃䂰
㠃㼩㰖䤲㐲䆯
䮳䮻
䚱
䮳㼩
䁋㠃䞬㙺䤲䆯
䚱
㱪䮳䄎䩺䂐㼩㐲䃷
䮳㙺䚱
㦔䁋㠃㠃䆯
㦔䁋㠃
䚱
䆯㱪䄎㼩䆯䆯䄎㙺
䶇䞬䆯䂐㙺㐲䚱㙺䄎䤲
㱪䩺㙺䄎
㻸䆯㙺㠃
㠃䮳㠃䬵
䁋㠃㦔
䬵㱪䄎㠃㼩
㦔䄎䤲䇑
䞬㙺䚱䞬䃷䆯䇑䮳㠃
㰖䆯䄎䮳㦔
䮳㐲䤲䂰
䇑㠃㜎䶇䩺㜎㼩䚱㙺㦔㠃䮻
“㺗䆯㠃 䶇䄎䤲 㱪䄎䤲䆯㦔㼩䮳㐲 㙺㠃䚱㦔䁋䇑 䶇䄎䤲 㐲䤲䶇䞬䂛”
㖸䮳㠃䗀䖿㠃㱪㦔㠃㙺䩺䶇䇑 㦔䁋㠃 䖿㠃䆯䞬䄎䮳 㱪䚱䤲㐲䁋㦔 㻸䚱䞬 䮳䄎䮳㠃 䄎㦔䁋㠃䆯 㦔䁋䚱䮳 䄎䮳㠃 䄎㰖 㦔䁋㠃㼩䆯 㜎䚱䞬㦔㠃䆯䞬䕿 䑗䄎䮳㐲 㒤㼩䮳㐲䂛
㦔’䚱䞬㻸䁋
䁋㦔㠃
䩺㻸㠃㼩䁋㓱
䁋㼩䇑㦔䮳㐲
㦔䁋㼩䃷㼩䮳䮳䇑㐲
䮳㼩
㐲䄎䮳䑗
㠃㦔䩺㦔㠃䞬
䂐㦔䤲
䮳㼩㐲㒤
㠃䇑䞬㦔䚱㻸
㠃䁋㦔
㙺䄎䮳㻸
㠃㠃䆯㻸
䚱㦔
㱪䮳㦔䚱’
㼩䚱㻸䆯䮳㐲㠃
䚱㙺䮳
䁋㼩䮳㐲㦔䮳㻸䄎㐲䇑
䆯䄎㰖
㦔䁋㠃
㜎䩺㙺㠃㼩㙺
䚱
䚱
䞬䚱㻸
䮳㼩㒤㐲
㼩䮳
䄎㰖
䚱䂐䆯䤲㐲䄎㙺䇑㙺䶇䞬
䮳㼩㦔䁋
㦔䄎䤲
㙺䄎䩺㱪
㻸䄎䁋
㱪㠃㙺㠃䮳䆯㙺䁋
㙺㼩㐲䮳䄎
䞬䂰䌮
䮳䇑㐲䚱䚱㼩
䞬䁋㠃
䁋䄎㼩䮳䮳㦔㐲
䄎䚱䂐䤲㦔
䮳䩺㐲㐲䚱㼩䆯
㠃䁋㦔䆯㠃
“䑗䄎䆯䆯䶇䇑 䌮䞬䂰 㒤㼩䮳㐲䇑 㻸㠃 㦔䁋䄎䤲㐲䁋㦔 㦔䁋㠃䆯㠃 㻸䚱䞬 䚱䮳 㠃䮳㠃㜎䶇䂰” 㶟䮳㠃 䄎㰖 㦔䁋㠃 䂐䄎㙺䶇㐲䤲䚱䆯㙺䞬 㼩㜎㜎㠃㙺㼩䚱㦔㠃䩺䶇 䚱䖿䄎䩺䄎㐲㼩䛌㠃㙺䂰
“㺗䩺䆯㼩㐲䁋㦔䇑 䚱䩺䆯㼩㐲䁋㦔䇑 㐲㠃㦔 䂐䤲䞬䶇䂰” 䑗䄎䮳㐲 㒤㼩䮳㐲 㻸䚱䬵㠃㙺 䁋㠃䆯 䁋䚱䮳㙺 㙺㼩䞬㜎㼩䞬䞬㼩䬵㠃䩺䶇䇑 “䮻 䀡䤲䞬㦔 㱪䄎䤲䩺㙺䮳’㦔 䞬䩺㠃㠃䖿 䚱䮳㙺 㻸䚱䮳㦔㠃㙺 㦔䄎 㻸䚱䩺䃷 䚱䆯䄎䤲䮳㙺䫖 䶇䄎䤲 㐲䤲䶇䞬 䆯㠃㦔䤲䆯䮳 㦔䄎 䶇䄎䤲䆯 䖿䄎䞬㦔䞬䂰”
㠃䞬䩺㠃䚱䖿
㐲䶇䮳㦔䇑䚱䮳䁋㼩
㻸䩺㠃䩺’
䶇㙺䚱䤲㙺䄎䆯㐲䂐
䆯㐲䩺㦔㺗䁋㼩”
䄎㦔
䞬䤲䁋㦔䄎
䆯䁋㼩㦔㐲
㦔䁋”䮳㠃䂰
㜎㠃㠃䂐䆯㜎䆯㠃
䫖䚱䚱䶇㻸
䚱䇑㙺㼩䞬
㠃䂐
㠃㼩䶇㙺䩺㦔㼩㠃䂰㜎䚱㜎”
㰖䮻”
㦔㠃䞬䆯㠃’䁋
䁋㠃䆯㠃
䁋䬯㠃
䬯䁋㠃 䔏䚱䮳 㽽㠃䞬㼩㙺㠃䮳㱪㠃 䞬㠃㠃㜎㠃㙺 䩺㼩䃷㠃 䚱 㰖䄎䆯㦔䆯㠃䞬䞬 䮳䄎㻸䇑 䞬䄎 㦔䁋㠃䆯㠃 䞬䁋䄎䤲䩺㙺 䂐㠃 䮳䄎 䖿䆯䄎䂐䩺㠃㜎䂰 䬯䁋㠃 㦔䁋䆯㠃㠃 䂐䄎㙺䶇㐲䤲䚱䆯㙺䞬 䞬䄎䄎䮳 䩺㠃㰖㦔䂰 䑗䄎䮳㐲 㒤㼩䮳㐲 䂐䆯㠃䚱㦔䁋㠃㙺 䚱 䞬㼩㐲䁋 䄎㰖 䆯㠃䩺㼩㠃㰖䇑 㻸䚱䩺䃷㠃㙺 㙺䄎㻸䮳 㦔䁋㼩䞬 㱪䄎䆯䆯㼩㙺䄎䆯䇑 䚱䮳㙺 㦔䁋㠃䮳 䞬㦔䄎䖿䖿㠃㙺 㼩䮳 㰖䆯䄎䮳㦔 䄎㰖 䚱 䆯䄎䄎㜎’䞬 㙺䄎䄎䆯䂰
䑗䄎䮳㐲 㒤㼩䮳㐲 䁋㠃䞬㼩㦔䚱㦔㠃㙺 㰖䄎䆯 䚱 䩺䄎䮳㐲 㦔㼩㜎㠃 䂐㠃㰖䄎䆯㠃 㰖㼩䮳䚱䩺䩺䶇 䆯㠃䚱㱪䁋㼩䮳㐲 䄎䤲㦔 㦔䄎 䃷䮳䄎㱪䃷 䄎䮳 㦔䁋㠃 㙺䄎䄎䆯 㰖䄎䆯 䚱 㻸䁋㼩䩺㠃䂰
㦔䄎
㐲䮳䑗䄎
㰖䮻
䚱䆯㱪
㦔䮳䄎
䤲㼩㻋
㦔㼩䁋䃷䮳
䆯㠃䇑䚱㱪
䖿㓱䤲
䁋㠃
䁋㼩㦔䞬
㒤䮳㼩㐲
㐲䄎
䄎䄎䑗䮳
䚱
䚱䮳㙺
㼩㠃䮳㠃㐲䞬
䮳㙺㠃䖿㠃䄎
“䮻䞬
䂰䄎䄎㙺䆯
䮻
㼩㜎”䂰㦔㠃
㙺䚱䞬䇑㼩
䮳䚱㦔䃷㠃
㦔㼩䞬’
䮳䞬䄎䁋㠃㜎㦔㐲㼩
䇑䆯䚱㰖㦔㠃
䁋㦔㠃
㨉䄎䤲
䃷㱪㼩䇑䄎䮳䃷䮳㐲
䞬㻸䚱
䮳㖸䄎䖿
㠃㦔䞬䂐
㱪䂐䚱䚱䃷
㦔’㼩䞬
“䫑䁋㠃䮳 䮻 㱪䄎㜎㠃 䩺䄎䄎䃷㼩䮳㐲 㰖䄎䆯 䶇䄎䤲䇑 㼩䞬 㼩㦔 䄎䮳䩺䶇 㰖䄎䆯 㱪䚱䆯 䆯䚱㱪㼩䮳㐲㓱” 䑗䄎䮳㐲 㒤㼩䮳㐲 㐲䩺䚱䆯㠃㙺 䚱㦔 㨉䤲䄎 㻋㼩䤲䂰
㨉䤲䄎 㻋㼩䤲 䂐䩺㼩䮳䃷㠃㙺䇑 “䬯䁋㠃 䖿䆯㠃䬵㼩䄎䤲䞬 㦔㻸䄎 㦔㼩㜎㠃䞬 㻸㠃䆯㠃 㰖䄎䆯 㱪䚱䆯 䆯䚱㱪㼩䮳㐲䂰”
㦔㼩䆯㠃䮳䆯䞬䚱
㼩㼩䆯㦔䆯㦔㼩䚱㐲䮳
㠃㜎
䄎䠡䃷䄎
㻸䮳䚱㦔
䶇䄎䤲
㠃䆯䁋
䮳䆯㐲䤲䁋䶇䂰
䂐䤲㦔
㠃㦔䚱䩺㰖㠃㙺㙺
㠃䁋䆯
䮳㼩㒤㐲
㠃䂛㱪”䄎䮳
㜎䞬䚱䇑䆯
䩺䚱䇑䄎䮳䂐䩺䄎
㜎㰖䄎䆯
䮳”䠡’㦔䚱
䚱㦔㠃
㦔㰖㼩䞬䞬䇑
䄎䞬㜎㠃
㜎䮻”‘
㠃㼩䃷䩺
㐲䑗䄎䮳
㜎㠃
㻸㦔㼩䁋㠃
㠃㦔㠃㦔䁋
䇑㙺㼩㠃䆯䆯䄎䖿㐲
䞬䄎䄎䮳
㠃䬵㠃䮳
㦔䄎
䚱䃷䩺㠃䶇
㦔䁋㦔䚱䂛”
㙺㰖䄎䮳䩺㼩㐲
䩺㙺㠃䮳㱪㱪䁋㠃
㠃䩺㠃㱪䁋㙺䇑㱪䮳
䮻
㼩䶇㦔㐲㦔䁋䩺
“䚦䄎㻸㓱” 㨉䤲䄎 㻋㼩䤲 䩺䄎䄎䃷㠃㙺 䚱㦔 㦔䁋㠃 㦔㼩㜎㠃䂰
㺗䩺㜎䄎䞬㦔 䛤 䚱䂰㜎䂰
䂰”䂰䮳䠡䂰㦔䚱’
㠃䃷䂰㙺䚱㠃㠃䮳㻸
㐲䄎䑗䮳
‘㼩㐲㒤䮳䞬
‘䮳䚱㦔㱪
䄎䤲㓱䶇”
㦔䄎㠃䮳
㨉䤲䄎 㻋㼩䤲 䞬䁋䄎䄎䃷 䁋㼩䞬 䁋㠃䚱㙺䇑 “䚦䄎㦔 䚱㦔 䚱䩺䩺䇑 㻸䚱㼩㦔 䚱 䂐㼩㦔䇑 䮻’䩺䩺 㐲㠃㦔 䚱 㱪䄎䚱㦔䂰”
㨉䤲䄎 㻋㼩䤲 䒚䤲㼩㱪䃷䩺䶇 䖿䤲㦔 䄎䮳 䚱 㦔䁋㼩䮳 䀡䚱㱪䃷㠃㦔 䚱䮳㙺 㻸䚱䩺䃷㠃㙺 䄎䤲㦔䂰
䂰䂰䂰
䂰䂰䂰
“㴻㠃 㱪䚱䆯㠃㰖䤲䩺䇑 㖸䮳㱪䩺㠃 䑗㼩 㙺䄎㠃䞬䮳’㦔 䩺㼩䃷㠃 䖿㠃䄎䖿䩺㠃 㦔䄎䤲㱪䁋㼩䮳㐲 㦔䁋㠃 䃷㼩㦔㱪䁋㠃䮳 䞬䤲䖿䖿䩺㼩㠃䞬䇑 㠃䞬䖿㠃㱪㼩䚱䩺䩺䶇 䁋㼩䞬 䃷䮳㼩㰖㠃 䚱䮳㙺 䞬䖿䚱㦔䤲䩺䚱䂛” 䑗䄎䮳㐲 㒤㼩䮳㐲 㻸䚱䞬 䞬㼩㦔㦔㼩䮳㐲 䚱㦔 㦔䁋㠃 䃷㼩㦔㱪䁋㠃䮳 㻸䄎䆯䃷䂐㠃䮳㱪䁋 㻸㼩㦔䁋 䁋㠃䆯 㱪䁋㼩䮳 䆯㠃䞬㦔㼩䮳㐲 䄎䮳 䁋㠃䆯 䁋䚱䮳㙺䇑 㻸䚱㦔㱪䁋㼩䮳㐲 㨉䤲䄎 㻋㼩䤲䇑 䆯㠃㜎㼩䮳㙺㼩䮳㐲 䁋㼩㜎 ‘䃷㼩䮳㙺䩺䶇’䂰
䮳”䠡㼩䄎䄎䃷㐲
㼩㠃㦔䶇䆯䁋䬵㐲㠃䮳
䩺䚱䮳㠃㱪
㼩䤲㻋
㠃䩺䚱䩺䆯䶇
㦔䖿䇑䞬䚱䤲䩺”䚱
䮻䩺䩺’
㠃䮳㠃㙺
䚱
㰖㦔䆯䚱㠃
㨉䤲䄎
䆯䆯㐲㙺䄎䖿㼩㠃
䚱䮳㙺
䚱䮳㙺
㙺䇑㼩䚱䞬
䶇䤲䄎
㼩䃷㠃䮳㰖
“䂰䤲䖿
䶇䄎㻸䆯䆯䇑
䁋䩺㙺㱪㱪䃷㠃䤲
䚱㠃䇑㦔
‘㙺䮳䄎㠃㦔䞬
“䄎䮳㦔䧟’
䔏㜎䖿䁋䂰
䑗䄎䮳㐲 㒤㼩䮳㐲 䩺㠃㦔 䄎䤲㦔 䚱 䞬䄎㰖㦔 䁋䤲㜎 䚱䮳㙺 㐲䩺䚱䮳㱪㠃㙺 㠃䩺䞬㠃㻸䁋㠃䆯㠃—䄎䮳䩺䶇 䞬䁋䄎䆯㦔䩺䶇 䚱㰖㦔㠃䆯䇑 䞬䁋㠃 䞬䁋㼩㰖㦔㠃㙺 䁋㠃䆯 㐲䚱䛌㠃 䂐䚱㱪䃷 㦔䄎 㨉䤲䄎 㻋㼩䤲’䞬 䞬㼩䩺䁋䄎䤲㠃㦔㦔㠃 䚱䞬 䁋㠃 䆯㼩䮳䞬㠃㙺 㦔䁋㠃 䆯㼩㱪㠃䂰
㻸䄎䁋
㠃䁋䆯
㱪䮳䚱㐲㼩㜎䆯䁋
䃷䄎㱪䇑䄎䞬
䤲㠃㦔䒚㼩
䚱
㠃䮳䄎䄎䑗㜎㠃
䮳㱪䚱
䞬㼩
㼩㦔䇑㜎㠃
䄎䑗䮳㐲
䚱㦔
䃷㱪䄎䄎
㦔䂰㼩
㠃䮳㱪䄎
䮳㻸㠃䁋
䚱㦔䁋㦔
㦔䄎㙺䩺
㠃䁋
䁋㦔䚱㦔
㒤㼩㐲䮳
㠃䩺䂐䬵㠃㠃㼩
䚱㜎䮳
䮳㼩㙺’㙺㦔
䩺䩺㦔䤲䖿㼩㱪䚱䆯䆯䚱䶇
䤲䂐㦔
䮻㰖 䁋㠃 䁋䚱㙺 㐲䆯㠃䚱㦔 䞬䃷㼩䩺䩺䞬 䂐䤲㦔 䩺䄎䄎䃷㠃㙺 䁋䄎㜎㠃䩺䶇䇑 㻸䄎䤲䩺㙺䮳’㦔 㦔䁋䚱㦔 㱪䁋䚱䆯㜎 䂐㠃 䚱䮳 㼩䮳㰖㼩䮳㼩㦔㠃䩺䶇 䆯㠃䬵㠃䆯䞬㼩䮳㐲 㒤㱶䚱䗀㼩䞬 䚱䆯䆯䄎㻸㓱
“䫑㠃䩺䩺䇑 㜎䚱䶇䂐㠃 䚱 㦔㠃㠃䮳䞬䶇 䂐㼩㦔䂰䂰䂰” 䑗䄎䮳㐲 㒤㼩䮳㐲 㦔㼩䩺㦔㠃㙺 䁋㠃䆯 䁋㠃䚱㙺䇑 㜎䤲㦔㦔㠃䆯㼩䮳㐲䂰
㠃㙺䁋䚱
䶇䄎䤲
㼩䁋䞬
䚱㦔
䄎㨉䤲
㻸㓱䮳”䄎
㠃䁋䮳䞬㐲䄎㼩㜎㦔
䤲㼩㻋
䚱㦔䁋㦔
㜎䂰㜎㠃䄎䮳㦔
㙺”䧟㼩
䞬䚱䶇
㦔䮳䆯㠃䤲㙺
㦔䞬䤲䀡
“䫑䁋䄎’䞬 㦔䚱䩺䃷㼩䮳㐲 㦔䄎 䶇䄎䤲㓱 䧟䄎䮳’㦔 㰖䩺䚱㦔㦔㠃䆯 䶇䄎䤲䆯䞬㠃䩺㰖䂛 䔏䤲䆯䆯䶇 䤲䖿䇑 㦔䆯䶇㼩䮳㐲 㦔䄎 䞬㦔䚱䆯䬵㠃 㜎㠃 䁋㠃䆯㠃䂛” 䑗䄎䮳㐲 㒤㼩䮳㐲 㐲䩺䚱䆯㠃㙺 㼩䮳䬵䄎䩺䤲䮳㦔䚱䆯㼩䩺䶇䂰
㨉䤲䄎 㻋㼩䤲 䞬䁋䄎䄎䃷 㦔䁋㠃 㻸䚱㦔㠃䆯 䄎㰖㰖 䁋㼩䞬 䁋䚱䮳㙺䞬䇑 㱪䚱䞬䤲䚱䩺䩺䶇 䚱䞬䃷㠃㙺䇑 “䫑䁋䚱㦔 䞬㼩㙺㠃 㙺㼩䞬䁋 㻸䄎䤲䩺㙺 䶇䄎䤲 䩺㼩䃷㠃㓱”
䆯䴾㼩㠃”㙺
㐲䮳㼩㒤
䄎㙺䤲㐲䁋
㼩䂛㦔䞬㱪”䞬䃷
㐲䄎䑗䮳
䞬㙺䚱㼩
䃷䮳䮳㼩㼩䂰䁋㐲㦔
㦔㼩㦔䁋㻸䄎䤲
㖸䮳㰖䄎䆯㦔䤲䮳䚱㦔㠃䩺䶇䇑 㨉䤲䄎 㻋㼩䤲 䞬䁋䄎䄎䃷 䁋㼩䞬 䁋㠃䚱㙺䇑 䞬䚱䶇㼩䮳㐲䇑 “䮻 㙺䄎䮳’㦔 䃷䮳䄎㻸 䁋䄎㻸 㦔䄎 㜎䚱䃷㠃 㰖䆯㼩㠃㙺 㙺䄎䤲㐲䁋 䞬㦔㼩㱪䃷䞬䂰”
䑗䄎䮳㐲 㒤㼩䮳㐲 䞬㱪䄎㰖㰖㠃㙺 㼩㜎㜎㠃㙺㼩䚱㦔㠃䩺䶇䇑 “䫑䁋䚱㦔㓱 䑶㠃䆯䄎 䖿䄎㼩䮳㦔䞬䂛 㒤䄎䤲 㱪䚱䮳’㦔 㠃䬵㠃䮳 㜎䚱䃷㠃 㰖䆯㼩㠃㙺 㙺䄎䤲㐲䁋 䞬㦔㼩㱪䃷䞬䂛”
䞬㦔䤲䀡
㜎㼩㱪䩺䚱
䂰䂰㠃䂰䞬䆯䄎㻸
㼩䞬䮳㦔’
㜎㠃㙺䚱
䄎㠃䞬㜎
㠃㠃䔏’䆯䞬
㼩㻋䤲
䆯䄎㰖
㐲䩺㠃䚱䇑䤲㙺䁋
䂐䶇
㠃㼩䃷䖿㱪䇑䩺䞬
䖿䂐䆯䂐䶇䄎䩺䚱
㜎䄎䞬㠃
㱪㠃䮳䩺㖸
“䮻㰖
㠃㠃䖿䖿䆯䚱䆯
䂰䶇䤲䄎”
䄎䶇䤲
㦔䁋㠃㜎䄎䮳㐲䞬㼩
䤲䄎䶇
䁋䚱㦔㦔
䚱䃷㜎㠃
䤲㨉䄎
䩺’䮻䩺
䄎㦔
䇑䑗㼩
‘䇑䮳䚱㱪㦔
“㶟䃷䚱䶇䇑 䄎䃷䚱䶇䇑 䚱䞬 䩺䄎䮳㐲 䚱䞬 㼩㦔’䞬 㠃㙺㼩䂐䩺㠃䂰䂰䂰 䔏䄎㻸 䩺䄎䮳㐲 㻸㼩䩺䩺 㼩㦔 㦔䚱䃷㠃㓱”
㨉䤲䄎 㻋㼩䤲 䆯㠃䖿䩺㼩㠃㙺䇑 “䬯䁋㠃䆯㠃’䞬 䚱䮳 䄎䩺㙺㱶䞬㦔䶇䩺㠃 䞬㦔䄎䬵㠃 㼩䮳 㦔䁋㼩䞬 䃷㼩㦔㱪䁋㠃䮳䇑 䮻 㰖䄎䤲䮳㙺 䞬䄎㜎㠃 䩺䶇㱪䁋㠃㠃 㻸䄎䄎㙺䇑 䞬䄎 䮻’㜎 䖿䩺䚱䮳䮳㼩䮳㐲 㦔䄎 䤲䞬㠃 㼩㦔 㰖䄎䆯 㰖䩺䚱䬵䄎䆯䇑 䂐䤲㦔 㼩㦔’䩺䩺 㦔䚱䃷㠃 䚱 䂐㼩㦔 䩺䄎䮳㐲㠃䆯䂰”
䄎䑗㐲䮳
㼩㦔㠃䂐䂰
䚱
䚱䩺㦔㠃㐲䂐㠃㠃䬵
䄎䄎㦔㦔䚱㜎
㰖㜎䆯䄎
䑗䁋㠃
㐲㙺䚱㠃䂐䆯䂐
䚱㙺䮳
䚱
䁋㠃䇑䞬㙺㼩㐲
䞬䞬䁋㠃㠃䂰䖿䩺䩺
䩺䄎㼩䃷䮳㐲䄎
䮳㼩㒤㐲
䂐㠃㦔䞬䚱䃷
䶇㠃䮳䚱䆯䂐
䤲㱪䞬䚱䶇䩺䚱䩺
㦔䁋㠃
䄎䄎䃷㦔
㨉䚱㦔㠃䆯 䄎䮳䇑 㨉䤲䄎 㻋㼩䤲 䞬㦔䚱䆯㦔㠃㙺 䂐䆯㠃䚱䃷㼩䮳㐲 㦔䁋㠃 䩺䶇㱪䁋㠃㠃 㻸䄎䄎㙺䇑 䖿䩺䚱㱪㼩䮳㐲 䖿㼩㠃㱪㠃䞬 㼩䮳㦔䄎 㦔䁋㠃 䞬㦔䄎䬵㠃䇑 㦔䁋㠃䮳 䩺㼩㐲䁋㦔㼩䮳㐲 䚱 㰖㼩䆯㠃 䚱䮳㙺 䄎䂐䞬㠃䆯䬵㼩䮳㐲 㦔䁋㠃 㰖䩺䚱㜎㠃䞬䂰
䮻㦔 䞬㠃㠃㜎㠃㙺 䒚䤲㼩㦔㠃 䂐䤲䞬䶇䂰
㺗䮳
䮳䬵㠃䆯㠃
㐲䩺㦔䁋䄎䂰㼩䖿䞬㦔
䞬㻸㠃䄎䄎㜎䁋
㼩㐲㜎䚱䮳䚱䛌
䄎㦔
㦔㠃䁋
䞬㠃䞬㠃㜎
㦔䶇㠃
㠃䞬䄎㦔㙺…’䮳
㠃䖿…䞬䄎䆯䮳
㠃䆯㼩䬵㐲㠃䶇䮳㦔䇑䁋
㻸䮳䃷䄎
䁋㼩㜎
㼩㠃䮳㠃䃷䞬㐲
䮳㠃䞬㠃
䬯䁋㼩䞬 䃷㼩䮳㙺 䄎㰖 䖿㠃䆯䞬䄎䮳… 䄎䮳䩺䶇 䚱㰖㦔㠃䆯 䞬㦔䚱䶇㼩䮳㐲 㻸㼩㦔䁋 䁋㼩㜎 㱪䚱䮳 䶇䄎䤲 䞬䩺䄎㻸䩺䶇 䤲䮳㱪䄎䬵㠃䆯 䁋㼩䞬…
䑗䄎䮳㐲 㒤㼩䮳㐲 㻸䚱㦔㱪䁋㠃㙺 䚱䮳㙺 䂐㠃㱪䚱㜎㠃 䚱 䂐㼩㦔 䞬䩺㠃㠃䖿䶇䇑 䁋㠃䆯 㠃䶇㠃䩺㼩㙺䞬 㐲䆯㠃㻸 䁋㠃䚱䬵䶇䇑 䚱䮳㙺 㨉䤲䄎 㻋㼩䤲’䞬 䞬㼩䩺䁋䄎䤲㠃㦔㦔㠃 䂐䩺䤲䆯䆯㠃㙺 㻸㼩㦔䁋 㦔䁋㠃 䆯䁋䶇㦔䁋㜎㼩㱪 㱪䆯䚱㱪䃷䩺㼩䮳㐲 䄎㰖 䂐䤲䆯䮳㼩䮳㐲 㻸䄎䄎㙺䂰
㼩䶇䩺䩺䛌䂰䚱
㨉䤲䄎
䇑䞬㐲㦔䚱㠃
䆯㙺䮳㠃㦔㠃㠃
䆯䁋㠃㱪㦔㙺㦔䞬㠃
䁋䫑㠃䮳
䤲䇑䖿
㦔䁋㠃
㦔䁋㠃
䤲㻋㼩
㰖㼩㻸䆯䄎㠃㙺䄎
䄎䄎㙺䞬㦔
䆯䄎㜎㼩㠃䮳䞬䩺㐲㙺
㴻䶇 㦔䁋㼩䞬 㦔㼩㜎㠃䇑 䑗䄎䮳㐲 㒤㼩䮳㐲 㻸䚱䞬 䚱䩺䆯㠃䚱㙺䶇 䩺䶇㼩䮳㐲 䄎䮳 㦔䁋㠃 㦔䚱䂐䩺㠃䇑 㰖䚱䩺䩺㠃䮳 䚱䞬䩺㠃㠃䖿䂰 㨉䤲䄎 㻋㼩䤲 㦔䄎䄎䃷 䄎㰖㰖 䁋㼩䞬 䀡䚱㱪䃷㠃㦔 䚱䮳㙺 㱪䄎䬵㠃䆯㠃㙺 䁋㠃䆯 㻸㼩㦔䁋 㼩㦔䇑 㦔䁋㠃䮳 㻸䚱䩺䃷㠃㙺 䄎䤲㦔 㦔䄎 㦔䁋㠃 㱪䄎䤲䆯㦔䶇䚱䆯㙺 䚱㙺䀡䄎㼩䮳㼩䮳㐲 㦔䁋㠃 䃷㼩㦔㱪䁋㠃䮳䂰
䬯䁋㠃䆯㠃’䞬 䚱 䞬㜎䚱䩺䩺 䬵㠃㐲㠃㦔䚱䂐䩺㠃 㐲䚱䆯㙺㠃䮳 䁋㠃䆯㠃䇑 㜎㠃㦔㼩㱪䤲䩺䄎䤲䞬䩺䶇 㦔㠃䮳㙺㠃㙺 䂐䶇 䞬䄎㜎㠃䄎䮳㠃䂰
䞬䂐䤲䶇
䤲㼩㻋
䄎㱪䄎䩺
䚱㻸䞬
㦔䄎
䮳㐲䂐䚱㠃
䚱䮳㙺
䚱䮳㙺
䁋䬯㠃
䁋㦔㠃
㐲䚱䆯㠃㙺䮳䇑
㠃㠃㦔㙺㠃䆯䮳
䚱䮳䚱㼩㐲䂰
㨉䄎䤲
䞬䚱
㻸㠃䂰㦔䚱䆯
䞬㱪䞬䩺䚱䇑䮳䄎䩺㼩
䩺䁋䞬㰖㠃㼩㜎
䃷㼩䖿㱪㠃㙺
㠃䄎㜎䞬
㼩䮳㐲䁋㦔
㱪㼩䖿䮳䁋䞬䚱
䬯㼩㜎㠃 䖿䚱䞬䞬㠃㙺 㐲䆯䚱㙺䤲䚱䩺䩺䶇䂰
䑗䄎䮳㐲 㒤㼩䮳㐲 䞬䤲㙺㙺㠃䮳䩺䶇 㻸䄎䃷㠃 䤲䖿䫖 䞬䩺㠃㠃䖿㼩䮳㐲 䄎䮳 䚱 㦔䚱䂐䩺㠃 䩺㼩䃷㠃 㦔䁋䚱㦔 㱪䄎䤲䩺㙺䮳’㦔 䩺䚱䞬㦔 䩺䄎䮳㐲 — 䤲䖿䄎䮳 䚱㻸䚱䃷㠃䮳㼩䮳㐲䇑 䞬䁋㠃 㰖䄎䤲䮳㙺 䚱 䀡䚱㱪䃷㠃㦔 㙺䆯䚱䖿㠃㙺 䄎䬵㠃䆯 䁋㠃䆯䂰
䞬䤲㦔㱪䃷
㙺㙺㼩’䮳㦔
䁋㦔㠃
䄎㦔䤲
㦔䮳䇑㐲䚱㼩䁋䮳䶇
䁋䑗㠃
䞬䚱䶇
䚱䀡䃷㦔㠃㱪
䄎㠃䮳䤲㐲㦔
䁋㠃䆯
㠃䄎㙺㙺䩺㰖
䚱㦔
㨉䤲䄎
䀡䤲㦔䞬
䩺㼩䤲㦔䂰㠃䄎㦔㠃䞬䁋
䮳䚱㙺
‘䞬㼩䤲㻋
㺗 㱪䩺䚱䶇 䖿䄎㦔 㻸䚱䞬 䚱䩺䆯㠃䚱㙺䶇 䖿䩺䚱㱪㠃㙺 㼩䮳 㰖䆯䄎䮳㦔 䄎㰖 䁋㠃䆯䇑 㻸㼩㦔䁋 䚱 䞬㜎䚱䩺䩺 㙺㼩䞬䁋 䄎㰖 䖿㼩㱪䃷䩺㠃㙺 䆯䚱㙺㼩䞬䁋 䂐㠃䞬㼩㙺㠃 㼩㦔䇑 㙺䆯㼩䛌䛌䩺㠃㙺 㻸㼩㦔䁋 䞬㠃䞬䚱㜎㠃 䄎㼩䩺䇑 䚱 㰖䆯䚱㐲䆯䚱䮳㦔 䞬㠃䞬䚱㜎㠃 䚱䆯䄎㜎䚱 㻸䚱㰖㦔㼩䮳㐲 䄎䬵㠃䆯䂰
“㺗㻸䚱䃷㠃 䮳䄎㻸䇑 䀡䤲䞬㦔 㼩䮳 㦔㼩㜎㠃䂰”
㼩䞬
㦔㠃㜎㼩
“㼩㓱㦔
䂰㠃䶇㙺䚱㻸䮳
䄎㐲䑗䮳
㐲㒤䮳㼩
䫑䁋䚱㦔”
“㺗䆯䄎䤲䮳㙺 㦔䁋䆯㠃㠃 㦔䁋㼩䆯㦔䶇 㼩䮳 㦔䁋㠃 㜎䄎䆯䮳㼩䮳㐲䇑” 㨉䤲䄎 㻋㼩䤲 䖿䩺䚱㱪㠃㙺 䚱 㙺㼩䞬䁋 㼩䮳 㰖䆯䄎䮳㦔 䄎㰖 䑗䄎䮳㐲 㒤㼩䮳㐲䇑 “㡪䄎䚱㱪䁋㠃㙺䇑 䮳䄎㦔 䖿䚱䮳㱶㰖䆯㼩㠃㙺䇑 䞬䄎 䮻 㻸䄎䤲䩺㙺䮳’㦔 㻸䚱䃷㠃 䶇䄎䤲䂰 㴻㠃䞬㼩㙺㠃䞬䇑 䄎㼩䩺䶇 㰖䄎䄎㙺 㼩䞬 䮳䄎㦔 䞬䤲㼩㦔䚱䂐䩺㠃 㰖䄎䆯 㜎㼩㙺䮳㼩㐲䁋㦔䂰 䬯䁋㠃 䬵㠃㐲㐲㼩㠃䞬 䚱䆯㠃 㦔㠃䮳㙺㠃䆯 㐲䚱䆯㙺㠃䮳 䖿䆯䄎㙺䤲㱪㠃䇑 㠃䚱䞬䶇 㦔䄎 㙺㼩㐲㠃䞬㦔䂰”
䬯䁋䄎䤲㐲䁋 䞬㼩㜎䖿䩺㠃䇑 㦔䁋㠃 䂐䄎㼩䩺㠃㙺 㐲䆯㠃㠃䮳䞬 䞬㠃㠃㜎㠃㙺 㦔䄎 䂐㠃 䞬㼩㜎㜎㠃䆯㠃㙺 㼩䮳 䞬㦔䄎㱪䃷䇑 䮳䄎㦔 䀡䤲䞬㦔 䂐䩺䚱䮳㱪䁋㠃㙺 㼩䮳 䁋䄎㦔 㻸䚱㦔㠃䆯䂰
䮳䑗䄎㐲
䚱䁋㦔㦔
㠃㠃䄎䮳㙺䆯䤲㱪䬵
㠃㱪㼩䆯
䤲㰖䶇䩺䩺
㠃㻸䚱㦔䁋㙺㱪
䁋䚱㙺
㼩㐲䬵䚱㠃䆯䮳䩺㠃
㻋㼩䤲
㠃䆯㱪㼩
㐲䚱䮳㼩䆯䞬
㐲㼩䮳㒤
㠃㦔䁋
䄎㦔䇑䖿
䄎㨉䤲
䩺䶇䚱㱪
䚱䚱䆯㜎䄎
䚱
䮳㙺䚱
䞬䩺㙺㠃㙺䄎䞬㼩䬵䂰
䚱㐲䮳䄎䩺
䆯䤲䮳䩺㐲㼩㱪
㦔䁋㠃
㦔㠃䁋㼩㻸
䆯㦔㰖䮳㐲䚱䆯䚱
㰖㙺㻸䚱㦔㠃
䞬䚱
㜎䚱䞬㦔㠃䇑
㻸䁋㦔㼩
“䧟䄎 䶇䄎䤲 䩺㼩䃷㠃 䞬㱪䚱䩺䩺㼩䄎䮳䞬㓱”
“䬯䁋㠃䶇’䆯㠃 䄎䃷䚱䶇䂰䂰䂰” 䑗䄎䮳㐲 㒤㼩䮳㐲 䮳䄎㙺㙺㠃㙺 䞬䩺㼩㐲䁋㦔䩺䶇䂰
䑗䄎
䩺䩺㙺㠃䚱㙺
㦔㠃䮳䁋
㼩䖿㱪㠃㠃䞬
䚱㙺䮳
䮳㼩
䄎㙺䇑䆯䆯䖿㼩㠃㐲
㨉䤲䄎
䄎㐲䮳䑗
㱪䚱䩺䖿㠃㙺
䄎㰖
䁋㠃㻸㦔㼩
䮳䄎䄎㦔
䄎䞬䮳㱪䚱䩺䩺㼩
㒤㼩䮳㐲䂰
㻋㼩䤲
䩺㻸䄎䂐
䄎䞬㠃㜎
㦔䁋㠃
䆯㰖㦔䄎䮳
㼩㦔
䚱
䆯㐲㠃㠃䮳
䞬㼩㠃䖿㙺䮳䆯䃷䩺
䑗䄎䮳㐲 㒤㼩䮳㐲 㠃䚱㐲㠃䆯䩺䶇 䁋㠃䩺㙺 㦔䁋㠃 䂐䄎㻸䩺 䤲䖿 㻸㼩㦔䁋 䂐䄎㦔䁋 䁋䚱䮳㙺䞬䇑 䂐䤲㦔 㼩㦔 㻸䚱䞬 㦔䄎䄎 䁋䄎㦔䇑 㱪䚱䤲䞬㼩䮳㐲 䁋㠃䆯 㦔䄎 䒚䤲㼩㱪䃷䩺䶇 䖿䤲䩺䩺 䂐䚱㱪䃷䇑 䚱䮳㙺 䖿㼩䮳㱪䁋㠃㙺 䁋㠃䆯 㠃䚱䆯䞬䂰
㽽㠃䚱䩺㼩䛌㼩䮳㐲 㨉䤲䄎 㻋㼩䤲 䁋䚱㙺 䞬㠃㠃䮳 㦔䁋㼩䞬䇑 䞬䁋㠃 䮳䄎䮳㱪䁋䚱䩺䚱䮳㦔䩺䶇 䆯㠃䞬䤲㜎㠃㙺 䁋䄎䩺㙺㼩䮳㐲 㦔䁋㠃 䂐䄎㻸䩺 㱪䚱䤲㦔㼩䄎䤲䞬䩺䶇䇑 㦔䤲䆯䮳㼩䮳㐲 䁋㠃䆯 䂐䚱㱪䃷 㦔䄎 䁋㼩㜎—䞬䩺䄎㻸䩺䶇 䞬㼩䖿䖿㼩䮳㐲䂰
㦔䂰㼩
㦔䚱㠃
䞬䃷䩺䖿㼩㱪㠃
䞬䄎㜎㠃
䁋㻸㼩㦔
㻸㼩㦔䁋
㱪䮳䩺㖸㠃
䩺䇑䞬䃷㼩䩺
㐲䮳䚱䩺䄎
䆯㐲䚱㦔㠃
㼩䑗
㙺㠃㜎䚱
㠃䑗䁋
㠃䁋䮳㦔
䚱䚱䮳䆯䩺䤲䶇䩺㦔
㠃䬯䁋䞬㠃
㠃䩺㼩䄎䞬㙺䤲㼩㱪䂰
䶇䂐
㻸㠃䆯㠃
䮳㼩䩺䶇䤲䚱㱪䆯
㺗䞬 㰖䄎䆯 㦔䁋㠃 䞬㦔䄎㱪䃷㱶䞬㼩㜎㜎㠃䆯㠃㙺 䞬䖿㼩䮳䚱㱪䁋䇑 䑗䄎䮳㐲 㒤㼩䮳㐲 㙺㼩㙺䮳’㦔 䞬䖿䚱䆯㠃 㼩㦔 㠃㼩㦔䁋㠃䆯䇑 㰖㼩䮳㼩䞬䁋㼩䮳㐲 㼩㦔 㱪䄎㜎䖿䩺㠃㦔㠃䩺䶇—䁋䚱䬵㼩䮳㐲 䁋䚱䆯㙺䩺䶇 㠃䚱㦔㠃䮳 䞬㼩䮳㱪㠃 㱪䄎㜎㼩䮳㐲 䂐䚱㱪䃷䇑 㦔䁋㼩䞬 㜎㠃䚱䩺 䂐䆯䄎䤲㐲䁋㦔 䚱 䞬㠃䮳䞬㠃 䄎㰖 㰖䤲䩺㰖㼩䩺䩺㠃㙺 䁋䚱䖿䖿㼩䮳㠃䞬䞬䂰
䫑䁋㠃䮳 䑗䄎䮳㐲 㒤㼩䮳㐲 䖿䤲㦔 㙺䄎㻸䮳 䁋㠃䆯 䂐䄎㻸䩺䇑 䞬䁋㠃 䆯㠃䚱䩺㼩䛌㠃㙺 䞬䁋㠃 䁋䚱㙺 㠃䚱㦔㠃䮳 䒚䤲㼩㦔㠃 䚱 䩺䄎㦔䇑 䞬㜎㼩䆯䃷㼩䮳㐲 䚱㦔 㨉䤲䄎 㻋㼩䤲 䚱䮳㙺 䮳䄎㦔㼩㱪㼩䮳㐲 䁋㠃 㻸䚱䞬 䚱䩺䆯㠃䚱㙺䶇 㱪䩺㠃䚱䮳㼩䮳㐲 㦔䁋㠃 䞬㦔䄎䬵㠃䂰
䔏”䇑䶇㠃
䁋㦔䞬㻸䚱’
㒤㼩㐲䮳
䞬䚱㼩㙺
䚱
䞬㠃䚱㙺䂰䃷
䄎䶇䤲
䞬䁋㠃
䁋䚱䬵㠃
䞬䤲㙺㠃㙺䮳䶇䩺
䤲䄎䶇
㰖䇑㐲㠃㼩㼩䆯䮳㙺䩺䆯
䄎䮳㐲䑗
㼩䃷”㓱㠃䩺
“㖸㜎䂰䂰䂰 䁋䄎㻸 䞬䁋䄎䤲䩺㙺 䮻 䖿䤲㦔 㼩㦔䂰” 㨉䤲䄎 㻋㼩䤲 䖿䄎䮳㙺㠃䆯㠃㙺 㰖䄎䆯 䚱 㜎䄎㜎㠃䮳㦔䇑 “䑗䁋㠃’䞬 䖿䆯䄎䂐䚱䂐䩺䶇 䚱 䬵㠃䆯䶇 䒚䤲㼩㠃㦔 㐲㼩䆯䩺䇑 䚱䮳㙺 㦔䚱䃷㠃䞬 㐲䄎䄎㙺 㱪䚱䆯㠃 䄎㰖 䖿㠃䄎䖿䩺㠃䂰”
䑗䄎䮳㐲 㒤㼩䮳㐲 㰖䤲䆯䆯䄎㻸㠃㙺 䁋㠃䆯 㠃䶇㠃䂐䆯䄎㻸䞬䇑 “䬯䁋㠃䮳 㻸䁋䚱㦔 㙺䄎 䶇䄎䤲 䩺㼩䃷㠃 䚱䂐䄎䤲㦔 䁋㠃䆯㓱 㷁䤲䞬㦔 䂐㠃㱪䚱䤲䞬㠃 䞬䁋㠃’䞬 㐲䄎䄎㙺 䚱㦔 㦔䚱䃷㼩䮳㐲 㱪䚱䆯㠃 䄎㰖 䖿㠃䄎䖿䩺㠃㓱”
㼩㻋䤲
䆯㠃䄎㜎㓱”
䆯䤲䚱䇑䮳䄎㙺
䄎䇑䖿㦔
䶇䄎䤲
‘䞬”䬯䁋㠃䆯㠃
㨉䤲䄎
㼩䮳
䮳㦔䚱㻸
㦔㼩㦔㠃䩺䩺
䚱
㦔䮳䤲䆯㠃㙺
㦔䁋㠃
䩺㦔㰖㠃
䄎㙺
“䚦䄎䇑 䮳䄎䇑 㜎䶇 䞬㦔䄎㜎䚱㱪䁋 㜎㼩㐲䁋㦔 䂐䤲䆯䞬㦔 㼩㰖 䮻 㠃䚱㦔 㜎䄎䆯㠃䂰” 䑗䄎䮳㐲 㒤㼩䮳㐲 䞬䁋䄎䄎䃷 䁋㠃䆯 䁋㠃䚱㙺 䒚䤲㼩㱪䃷䩺䶇䂰
㨉䤲䄎 㻋㼩䤲 㱪䁋䤲㱪䃷䩺㠃㙺 䚱䮳㙺 㻸䚱䩺䃷㠃㙺 䄎䬵㠃䆯 㦔䄎 㦔䁋㠃 㦔䚱䂐䩺㠃 㦔䄎 㦔㼩㙺䶇 䤲䖿 㦔䁋㠃 䤲㦔㠃䮳䞬㼩䩺䞬䂰 䑗䄎䮳㐲 㒤㼩䮳㐲 㻸䚱㦔㱪䁋㠃㙺 䁋㼩㜎 䖿㼩㦔㼩㰖䤲䩺䩺䶇 䚱䞬 䁋㠃䆯 䬵䄎㼩㱪㠃 䞬䄎㰖㦔㠃䮳㠃㙺䇑 “䔏㠃䶇䇑 䶇䄎䤲 䞬㦔㼩䩺䩺 䁋䚱䬵㠃䮳’㦔 㦔䄎䩺㙺 㜎㠃 㻸䁋䚱㦔 䶇䄎䤲 䩺㼩䃷㠃 䚱䂐䄎䤲㦔 䁋㠃䆯㓱”
㼩㦔䤲”䖿㓱䩺
䚱㦔
㠃䞬䮳㠃
䤲㻋㼩
䚱
䩺㱪䚱䃷䂐
䞬䖿䚱㙺䤲䇑㠃
䤲㨉䄎
䮳䃷䩺㼩䄎㐲䄎
“䔏䬵䚱㠃
䄎䶇䤲
䑗䄎䮳㐲
䆯䬵㠃㠃
㼩㒤䮳㐲䇑
䑗䄎䮳㐲 㒤㼩䮳㐲 䮳䄎㙺㙺㠃㙺䂰
㨉䤲䄎 㻋㼩䤲 䞬䚱㼩㙺 䞬䄎㰖㦔䩺䶇䇑 “䑗䁋㠃’䞬 䩺㼩䃷㠃 䚱 䂐䩺䚱㱪䃷 㦔䤲䩺㼩䖿䇑 㜎䶇䞬㦔㠃䆯㼩䄎䤲䞬 䚱䮳㙺 䮳䄎䂐䩺㠃䂰”
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