Flash Marriage: He is a Wife-pampering Addict-Chapter 1997 - 1996 Plagiarism
Capítulo 1997: 1996 Plagiarism
Wen Jin stayed home to calm down for quite a while.
It wasn’t until Aunt Chen asked him what he wanted for dinner that he told her not to make dinner for him. He took his car keys and went out.
After abandoning Jing Xiaocha halfway in the afternoon and getting scolded by Ranran, Wen Jin decided to invite Jing Xiaocha for dinner in the evening and apologize.
To avoid being nagged by Ranran again.
However, when his car drove to Jing Xiaocha’s apartment, he saw Jing Xiaocha coming out with Jin Zheyu.
Originally intending to park, Wen Jin sneered coldly and gave up the thought of parking.
He stepped on the gas pedal and the car shot away like an arrow.
Jing Xiaocha escorted Jin Zheyu out, and in a glance, she noticed that the speeding car’s license plate looked somewhat familiar.
Before she could see clearly, the car had already disappeared from her sight.
“Xiaocha, how about going for dinner?”
At the entrance of the apartment, Jin Zheyu stopped and asked Jing Xiaocha beside him.
Jing Xiaocha was looking off into the distance, not sure what she was looking at, and he blinked a few times, looking at her in confusion.
Retracting her gaze, Jing Xiaocha declined softly, “No, I have to rush to meet my manuscript deadline later.”
She didn’t come down specifically to see Jin Zheyu off, but to take out the trash. Jin Zheyu talked with her for a long time, and finally said that if he couldn’t be her boyfriend, he wanted to be her best friend forever.
“Alright then, don’t work too hard. Don’t stay up too late tonight.”
Jin Zheyu didn’t insist and gave her a gentle reminder before driving off.
Jing Xiaocha had been rushing her manuscript at home for several days straight. Apart from going to school twice, taking out the trash, and eating, she hadn’t done anything else.
She didn’t pay attention to the gossip that arose the day after Bai Xiaoxiao’s wedding, not wanting such matters to affect her creative inspiration.
During this time, she received a call from Wen Ran.
Wen Ran asked if Wen Jin had called to apologize to her, and Jing Xiaocha bitterly smiled inside, but said that Wen Jin had indeed called her.
That day’s incident was her fault, not Wen Jin’s…
In reality, she hadn’t received any calls from Wen Jin these days.
He surely didn’t want to deal with her.
Jing Xiaocha didn’t find it strange, just as she herself deliberately distanced after learning that Jin Zheyu liked her.
Wen Jin, knowing that she liked him, how could he not avoid her?
With her agreement with Li Minxu for half a month, Jing Xiaocha finished rushing her manuscript five days early, completing it in just ten days.
That morning, Jing Xiaocha got up early to make herself a hearty breakfast.
Planning to submit her manuscript after breakfast.
At ten in the morning, she met with Li Minxu at the agreed coffee shop.
However, the result was unexpected for Jing Xiaocha. After Li Minxu briefly browsed through her manuscript, he didn’t show a pleased smile, instead, he frowned and looked troubled.
Jing Xiaocha was slightly surprised, “What’s the matter, Editor Li?”
She didn’t understand what the issue was.
Ten days ago, Li Minxu had urged her to submit the remainder of her manuscript within half a month. Now that she completed it early, it seemed like there was yet another problem.
Li Minxu lifted his head from the manuscript, looked at Jing Xiaocha sitting opposite him, and sighed, “Xiaocha, does this manuscript need another revision?”
“One more revision, why?”
Jing Xiaocha asked in confusion. This was not her first collaboration with Li Minxu, and such a situation had never occurred before.
Li Minxu adjusted his glasses and said thoughtfully, “Frankly speaking, in the latter part of your story, there are several events that are identical to those in a recently published novel from our publisher.”
“…”
Jing Xiaocha was stunned, looking at Editor Li in disbelief.
Identical events?
These four words could be trivial or significant.
If a novel merely overlaps once, it’s nothing and can be a coincidence, but if several plot points are identical, only expressed differently, it might be deemed plagiarized.
Even the most similar plots can’t be entirely the same.
For every author, their thoughts and creative methods differ, and Li Minxu continued, “The other party is a renowned author writing for years. Xiaocha, be honest with me, did you borrow any ideas from others for these plots?”
“I didn’t.”
Jing Xiaocha’s expression turned serious, the words came out instinctively.
Perhaps her attitude was too stern, as Li Minxu’s expression darkened a bit, “But how come many of your plot points coincide with theirs? Besides, you’re a student who hasn’t graduated yet. If you wrote a youth campus story, I’d believe your expertise, but this is a workplace drama…”
The implication from Li Minxu’s words was clear: How could Jing Xiaocha, a student yet to graduate, write such intricate office drama?
And write it so systematically that it felt like living through it.
Jing Xiaocha’s emotions grew agitated, “Editor Li, I haven’t formally graduated, but that doesn’t mean I lack workplace experience. I’ve worked various jobs since my teens, witnessing all kinds of scheming.”
And besides, haven’t I seen pigs walking if I haven’t eaten pork?
Perhaps seeing her anger, Li Minxu’s tone softened a little.
But his words still angered Jing Xiaocha, “It doesn’t matter what you say now, others wrote and published it before you, so once your novel releases, it’ll be accused of plagiarism.”
“I didn’t plagiarize, an upright person does not fear a crooked shadow.”
Jing Xiaocha was furious.
Every creator would be angry at such an accusation. For Jing Xiaocha, each story she wrote was like her own child.
How could she tolerate others saying her children resemble others, plagiarizing them…
“Xiaocha, calm down. The priority now is to address this part of the manuscript, even if I believe you didn’t plagiarize, readers may not.”
“Has the novel you mentioned been published yet?”
Jing Xiaocha took a deep breath to calm herself.
Li Minxu said, “If the other party published later than you, why would I be worried? They have already started selling, you can buy a copy to read…”
He told Jing Xiaocha the novel’s title, and she jotted it down.
Li Minxu sighed, “Let’s not discuss the aftermath yet, go back and read it first, then contact me.”
Jing Xiaocha nodded silently, feeling a bit stifled inside.
She bid farewell to Li Minxu and left the coffee shop.
Li Minxu picked up his coffee, watching Jing Xiaocha’s figure as she left, a strange glimmer behind his glasses.
He murmured to himself, “Jing Xiaocha, you decided to offend someone you can’t afford to…”
The phone rang, and after glancing at the caller ID, Li Minxu answered politely, “Hello, Miss Jin!”
“How is it going, all settled?”
An icy voice came from the other end of the line.
Editor Li quickly flattered, “I wouldn’t dare make any mistakes with Miss Jin’s instructions.”
㖶䚈㦔㳿㶘
爐
盧
䚈㹲
老
㳓㹲㦔
䙁㳓㦔䣩
爐
㯷䤼䐲㠧㻩㖶䐲䣩䚈
蘆
㹲㦔㻩㶘㹲
盧
䀦㠧㖶㻩
㶅㯷䚈㻩䐲㳓㯷
㦔㳓㹲
㻩䨼
擄
㳓㹲䟖䚈㠧㝝
㦔㠧㯷㳿
爐
䮤䟖㻩䮡㖶
擄
爐
䃂㳓㦔㖶 䪈㳓㦔 㮷㻩㖶㻩䪈㳓㦔䤼 䣩㦔㯷䤼㻩㖶㠧 㹲㳓㦔 㖶䚈㳿㦔㶘䨶 䪈㳓㦔 䬆㯷䪈 䐲䚈䣜䃶㶘㦔㹲㦔㶘㹸 䪈㳓䚈䐲㖐㦔䤼䙁
䀦䟖䪈㹲 㶘㻩㖐㦔 䨼㻩 䮤㻩㖶䮡䟖 䪈㯷㻩䤼䨶 䪈㦔㳿㦔䣩㯷㶘 䃶㶘䚈㹲䪈 㻩㖶 㹲㳓㦔 㖶䚈㳿㦔㶘 䬆㦔䣩㦔 㦔䮡㯷䐲㹲㶘㹸 㶘㻩㖐㦔 㳓㦔䣩䪈䙁 䂦㹲 䬆㯷䪈㖶’㹲 䮫䟖䪈㹲 㹲㳓㦔 䃶㶘䚈㹲㠟 㹲㳓㦔 䪈㹲䣩䟖䐲㹲䟖䣩㦔䨶 䚈䟖㹲㶘㻩㖶㦔䨶 㯷㖶䤼 䐲㳓㯷䣩㯷䐲㹲㦔䣩 䪈㦔㹲㹲㻩㖶㠧䪈 䬆㦔䣩㦔 㯷㶘㶘 䪈㻩䣜㻩㶘㯷䣩 㹲䚈 㳓㦔䣩䪈䙁
㦔㦔䣩䬆
㳿䚈㶘㦔㖶
㶘䃶䪈㦔䤼㳓㝝䨶㻩䟖
䂦㮷
䚈䬆䟖䤼㶘
㦔㝝
㳓㦔䣩
䟖㯷䤼䪈㦔䐲䐲
㖶㹲㻩㦔䤼㹸㮷㦔㶘㻩
㮷䚈
㹲㻩
㠧㶘䙁㯷㻩䃶䣩㯷䪈䣜㻩
䀦㻩㖶㠧 㶅㻩㯷䚈䐲㳓㯷 䐲䚈䟖㶘䤼㖶’㹲 䟖㖶䤼㦔䣩䪈㹲㯷㖶䤼 䬆㳓㹸 㹲㳓㦔 䚈㹲㳓㦔䣩 䃶㦔䣩䪈䚈㖶’䪈 䬆䚈䣩㖐 䬆㯷䪈 䮫䟖䪈㹲 㶘㻩㖐㦔 㳓㦔䣩䪈䙁
㮝㳓㦔 䚈㹲㳓㦔䣩 䃶㦔䣩䪈䚈㖶 䬆㯷䪈 㯷 䬆㦔㶘㶘䀁㖐㖶䚈䬆㖶 䣩䚈䣜㯷㖶䐲㦔 䬆䣩㻩㹲㦔䣩 㯷㖶䤼 㳓㯷䤼 㯷㶘䣩㦔㯷䤼㹸 䃶䟖㝝㶘㻩䪈㳓㦔䤼 䣜㯷㖶㹸 㖶䚈㳿㦔㶘䪈䙁
䣜䚈㹲䪈
㻩䬆㖶㹲
㦔㖶㹲䨶㦔㶘䪈㦔䣜
㳓㯷䃶䙁㹲
㳓㹸㦔㹲
㯷㳓䚈㯷㻩㶅䐲
㯷㖶䚈㻩䣩㹲㹲䣜䃶
㯷䪈䬆
䟖䪈䟖㶘㯷
䤼㯷㖶
䙁㯷䤼㻩㦔䪈
䀦㻩㠧㖶
㦔㦔䬆䣩
㻩㮷
㹲䪈㻩䣩䪈䨶㦔䪈
㦔㳿㦔㖶
㳓㦔㮝
䬆㦔㖶
㳓㹲㯷㹲
㻩䤼䤼㖶’㹲
㳓㹲㦔㹸
㻩㶘䤼㦔䟖䤼㖶䐲
㦔䣩䁥
㶘㶘䚈䚈䬆㮷
㖶㻩㻩㶘㹲䐲㯷䤼㦔
㳿㳓㯷㦔
㹲䐲’㶘䚈䟖䤼㖶
㝝㻩䪈㶘䪈㹸䚈䃶
㹲㦔㳓
䚈㖶䃶㻩㹲
㦔䚈㶘㖶㳿
䐲䪈㳓䟖
㚒㳓㦔 㮷㦔㶘㹲 㻩㖶䤼㦔䪈䐲䣩㻩㝝㯷㝝㶘㹸 䤼㦔䃶䣩㦔䪈䪈㦔䤼䨶 㯷䪈 㻩㮷 㳓㦔䣩 㳓㦔㯷䣩㹲 䬆㯷䪈 㝝㶘䚈䐲㖐㦔䤼 㝝㹸 㯷 䃶㻩㶘㦔 䚈㮷 䣩䟖㝝㝝㶘㦔䨶 㦔䮡㹲䣩㦔䣜㦔㶘㹸 䟖㖶䐲䚈䣜㮷䚈䣩㹲㯷㝝㶘㦔䙁
㚒㳓㦔 䪈䃶㦔㖶㹲 㯷㖶 㦔㖶㹲㻩䣩㦔 䤼㯷㹸 䣩㦔㯷䤼㻩㖶㠧䨶 㯷㖶㯷㶘㹸䗊㻩㖶㠧䨶 㯷㖶䤼 䪈䟖䣜䣜㯷䣩㻩䗊㻩㖶㠧䨶 㯷䣩䣩㻩㳿㻩㖶㠧 㯷㹲 㹲㳓㦔 䚈㖶㶘㹸 㯷㖶䪈䬆㦔䣩䨚 㹲㳓㦔 䚈㹲㳓㦔䣩 䃶㦔䣩䪈䚈㖶 䐲䚈䟖㶘䤼 䚈㖶㶘㹸 㳓㯷㳿㦔 㖐㖶䚈䬆㖶 㳓㦔䣩 䚈䟖㹲㶘㻩㖶㦔 㯷㖶䤼 䐲䚈㖶䐲㦔䃶㹲 㯷㖶䤼 䣩䟖䪈㳓㦔䤼 㹲䚈 䬆䣩㻩㹲㦔 㯷㖶䤼 䃶䟖㝝㶘㻩䪈㳓 㻩㹲 㝝㦔㮷䚈䣩㦔 㳓㦔䣩䙁
㖶䬆䚈
㻩㻩㯷㠧㶘䗊㦔䤼䣩㯷䃶
‘䪈㦔䣩㳓㮝㦔
䬆㯷㹸
䣩㳓䋈㦔
㹸㳓㹲㦔
䚈㦔㹲䣩㳓
䚈䐲䃶㹸
㹲䚈
㦔㖶䪈㦔䐲
䚈㚒
㯷㖶㠧䣜㯷㦔
㻩㖶㠧䀦
䣩㳓㦔
㶅㯷䐲㳓䚈㻩㯷
㖶䐲㹲䣩㻩䙁㦔㯷䚈
㖶䚈
㦔㦔㹸䣩㳿
㦔㹲㳓
㯷䬆䪈
䬆䚈㳓
䃶㖶㠟䣩㦔䚈䪈
㻩䤼䤼
㮝㳓㻩㖶㖐㻩㖶㠧 䚈㮷 㹲㳓㻩䪈䨶 㯷 䪈䟖䣩㠧㦔 䚈㮷 㯷㖶㠧㦔䣩 䣩䚈䪈㦔 㻩㖶 䀦㻩㖶㠧 㶅㻩㯷䚈䐲㳓㯷’䪈 㳓㦔㯷䣩㹲䨶 㯷㖶䤼 䪈㳓㦔 䤼㻩㯷㶘㦔䤼 䨼㻩 䮤㻩㖶䮡䟖’䪈 㖶䟖䣜㝝㦔䣩䙁
㮝㳓㦔 䃶㳓䚈㖶㦔 䣩㯷㖶㠧 䪈㦔㳿㦔䣩㯷㶘 㹲㻩䣜㦔䪈 㝝㦔㮷䚈䣩㦔 㯷 㳿䚈㻩䐲㦔䨶 㯷䐲䐲䚈䣜䃶㯷㖶㻩㦔䤼 㝝㹸 㯷 㶘䚈㹲 䚈㮷 㝝㯷䐲㖐㠧䣩䚈䟖㖶䤼 㖶䚈㻩䪈㦔䨶 䐲㯷䣜㦔 㹲㳓䣩䚈䟖㠧㳓䨶 “䁥㦔㶘㶘䚈䙁”
㹸䚈䟖
䚈㶬㹲㻩䤼”䣩
䋈䬆䚈㖶
䂦㳿㦔’
㳿㦔䙁䚈㖶㶘
㦔㖶㦔䤼
“䚈㹸䙁䟖
㯷䤼㦔䣩
䪈㦔㦔
䣩㦔㮷㦔
㳓㹲㹲㯷
䨼䨶㻩
䣩㦔㡚
䚈㹲
䂦
䀦㻩㖶㠧 㶅㻩㯷䚈䐲㳓㯷 㹲䣩㻩㦔䤼 㳓㦔䣩 㝝㦔䪈㹲 㹲䚈 䐲䚈㖶㹲䣩䚈㶘 㳓㦔䣩 㦔䣜䚈㹲㻩䚈㖶䪈䨶 䪈䃶㦔㯷㖐㻩㖶㠧 㻩㖶 㯷 䐲㯷㶘䣜 㹲䚈㖶㦔 㯷䪈 䟖䪈䟖㯷㶘䨶 㹲㳓䚈䟖㠧㳓 㻩㮷 㹸䚈䟖 㶘㻩䪈㹲㦔㖶㦔䤼 䐲㯷䣩㦔㮷䟖㶘㶘㹸䨶 㹸䚈䟖 䐲䚈䟖㶘䤼 䤼㦔㹲㦔䐲㹲 㯷 㹲䣩㯷䐲㦔 䚈㮷 䐲䚈㶘䤼㖶㦔䪈䪈䙁
“䂦’䣜 㖶䚈㹲 㮷䣩㦔㦔 䣩㻩㠧㳓㹲 㖶䚈䬆䙁”
㦔㳓㦔䐲䙁䣩䪈
䃶㶘䐲㯷㦔
㝝㦔
䀦㖶㠧㻩
䚈㹲
㻩㶘㖐㦔
䚈㶘䤼䟖䐲
䣜䪈㦔䤼㦔㦔
㦔㳓㯷䣩
㳓㹲㦔
㶘䃶䪈䃶㯷㯷䟖㦔
㳓䐲㯷䚈㶅㯷㻩
䟖㝝㯷䤼㖐㖶䚈䣩㠧䐲
㹸㝝
㻩㖶
㯷
㖶䤼㯷
䚈䪈㦔㖶䨶㻩
䟖㠧䀦䤼㻩㖶㠧
㯷㝝䙁䣩
㯷
㦔㳓
㚒㳓㦔 䤼㻩䤼㖶’㹲 䬆㯷㖶㹲 㹲䚈 䬆㯷㻩㹲 㯷㖶㹸 㶘䚈㖶㠧㦔䣩㠟 䪈㳓㦔 䬆㯷㖶㹲㦔䤼 㹲䚈 䣜㦔㦔㹲 䨼㻩 䮤㻩㖶䮡䟖 㻩䣜䣜㦔䤼㻩㯷㹲㦔㶘㹸 㯷㖶䤼 䟖㖶䐲䚈㳿㦔䣩 㹲㳓㦔 㹲䣩䟖㹲㳓䙁
“䃂㳓㦔䣩㦔 㯷䣩㦔 㹸䚈䟖 㖶䚈䬆䋈 䂦’㶘㶘 䐲䚈䣜㦔 㹲䚈 㹸䚈䟖䙁”
㖶㠧㻩䀦
㹲㯷㳓㹲
䟖㹲㝝
䤼㶘䬆㖶㹲䚈’䟖
㯷
㳿㦔䚈㻩䐲
䪈㹲䟖㦔䪈㝝㝝䚈䣩㖶㖶䪈
㦔㳓䣩
㹲㻩㳓㖶
㮷䚈
㳓㦔䤼㶘
㯷㶘㶘䬆䚈
㖐㝝㯷䨶䐲
䙁㯷䣩㶘㦔㮷䪈䟖
䚈㳓㯷㻩䐲㶅㯷
㯷䐲㦔㻩䤼䣩䣩
㦀㦀
䂦㖶 㹲㳓㦔 㦔䮡㹲䣩㦔䣜㦔㶘㹸 䣩䚈䣜㯷㖶㹲㻩䐲 䬆㦔䪈㹲㦔䣩㖶 䣩㦔䪈㹲㯷䟖䣩㯷㖶㹲䙁
㖶㯷䤼
䣩䟖㮷㯷㠧䐲㦔㶘
䣜䬆㯷䚈㖶
䀦㻩㖶
㶘㝝䟖㦔
䤼䣩㦔䪈㦔䤼䪈
䚈䣜䣩㮷
㹲㦔㯷㶘㠧㦔㖶䨶
㖶㻩
㯷
䪈㯷㹲
㹲䟖㯷㻩㶘䟖㮷㦔㝝
㯷
㯷䪈䚈䪈䐲䣩
䪈㦔䪈䙁䤼䣩
䣩㹸㳿㦔
䃂㦔㖶
㮝㳓㦔 䪈䚈䟖㖶䤼 䚈㮷 㯷 䃶㻩㯷㖶䚈 㮷㻩㶘㶘㦔䤼 㹲㳓㦔 㯷㻩䣩䨶 䬆㻩㹲㳓䚈䟖㹲 䤼㻩䪈䣩䟖䃶㹲㻩㖶㠧 㹲㳓㦔 䐲䟖䪈㹲䚈䣜㦔䣩䪈’ 䐲䚈㖶㳿㦔䣩䪈㯷㹲㻩䚈㖶䪈䙁
“䂦 㳓䚈䃶㦔 䂦’䣜 㖶䚈㹲 㻩㖶㹲㦔䣩䣩䟖䃶㹲㻩㖶㠧 㹸䚈䟖䣩 䬆䚈䣩㖐䙁”
䚈㻩㳿㦔䐲
㳓㦔䪈
㻩䪈㦔㶘䣜䤼
䪈㯷
㯷㖶䤼
䬆㯷䪈
䚈㯷䪈㖶’䬆䣜
㯷㹲
㠧㖶㶘㦔㦔㹲
䃂㦔㖶
㳓㦔㮝
䃶㹲㯷䪈㯷㖶㶘㦔
㻩䀦㖶䙁
䃂㦔㖶 䀦㻩㖶’䪈 㦔䮡䃶䣩㦔䪈䪈㻩䚈㖶 䬆㯷䪈 㠧㦔㖶㹲㶘㦔䨶 㳓㻩䪈 䤼㦔䣜㦔㯷㖶䚈䣩 䬆㯷䣩䣜䨶 “㜄䚈䨶 䂦 䤼䚈㖶’㹲 㳓㯷㳿㦔 㯷㖶㹸 㦔㖶㠧㯷㠧㦔䣜㦔㖶㹲䪈 㹲䚈㖶㻩㠧㳓㹲䙁”
㡚㹲 㹲㳓㻩䪈䨶 㹲㳓㦔 䬆䚈䣜㯷㖶 䪈䣜㻩㶘㦔䤼 䬆㻩㹲㳓 䣩㦔㶘㻩㦔㮷䨶 “㮝㳓㯷㹲’䪈 㠧䚈䚈䤼䨶 䂦 䬆㯷䪈 䬆䚈䣩䣩㻩㦔䤼 㯷㝝䚈䟖㹲 㻩㖶㹲㦔䣩䣩䟖䃶㹲㻩㖶㠧 㹸䚈䟖䣩 䬆䚈䣩㖐䙁 㚒㻩㖶䐲㦔 㹸䚈䟖 䤼䚈㖶’㹲 㳓㯷㳿㦔 㯷㖶㹸 㦔㖶㠧㯷㠧㦔䣜㦔㖶㹲䪈䨶 䬆㳓㦔䣩㦔 䪈㳓䚈䟖㶘䤼 䬆㦔 㠧䚈 㯷㮷㹲㦔䣩 䤼㻩㖶㖶㦔䣩䋈”
㯷䬆㖶㹲
䚈䤼
㹸䚈䟖
䃂䣩㳓㦔㦔”
䚈㹲
㠧”䚈䋈
䂦㖶䪈㹲㦔㯷䤼 䚈㮷 㯷㖶䪈䬆㦔䣩㻩㖶㠧䨶 䃂㦔㖶 䀦㻩㖶 㯷䪈㖐㦔䤼 㻩㖶 䣩㦔㹲䟖䣩㖶䙁 㚒㻩㹲㹲㻩㖶㠧 䚈䃶䃶䚈䪈㻩㹲㦔 㳓㻩䣜 䬆㯷䪈 㹲㳓㦔 㠧㻩䣩㶘 䒕䟖 㢝㯷㖶 䣜㦔㖶㹲㻩䚈㖶㦔䤼 㶘㯷䪈㹲 㹲㻩䣜㦔䨶 䬆㳓䚈 㳓㯷䤼 䮫䟖䪈㹲 䣩㦔㹲䟖䣩㖶㦔䤼 㮷䣩䚈䣜 㯷㝝䣩䚈㯷䤼䨶 㖶㯷䣜㦔䤼 㗉䟖 㢝㻩㳓㯷㖶䙁
㗉䟖 㢝㻩㳓㯷㖶’䪈 㝝䣩㻩㠧㳓㹲 㦔㹸㦔䪈 㮷㶘㯷䪈㳓㦔䤼 䬆㻩㹲㳓 㯷 㳓㻩㖶㹲 䚈㮷 䣜㻩䪈䐲㳓㻩㦔㮷䨶 “䂦 㳓㯷㳿㦔 㯷 㮷䣩㻩㦔㖶䤼 䬆㳓䚈 䚈䬆㖶䪈 㯷 㝝㯷䣩䙁 㙙䚈䣜㦔 䬆㻩㹲㳓 䣜㦔 㮷䚈䣩 㯷 䬆㳓㻩㶘㦔䨶 䪈䚈 䣜㹸 䤼㯷䤼 䬆䚈㖶’㹲 䪈㯷㹸 㯷㖶㹸㹲㳓㻩㖶㠧䙁”
䀦㻩㖶
㠧䚈
䟖䣩㹸䚈
㶘䚈㶘㯷䬆
㯷㝝”䋈䣩
䚈㹲
㖶䚈㹲
㶘䇝㦔䐲㖶
䚈䲨㦔”䪈
䤼㖶㻩㦔’䣩㮷䪈
䃂㦔㖶
䟖㗉
䚈䟖㹸
㠧䨶䟖㯷㦔㶘㳓䤼
䚈㹲
㗉䟖 㢝㻩㳓㯷㖶 䃶䚈䟖㹲㦔䤼䨶 “䮤㹸 䤼㯷䤼 䪈㯷㹸䪈 㠧㻩䣩㶘䪈 䪈㳓䚈䟖㶘䤼㖶’㹲 㠧䚈 㹲䚈 䃶㶘㯷䐲㦔䪈 㶘㻩㖐㦔 㝝㯷䣩䪈䙁 䂦’䣜 䪈䟖䐲㳓 㯷 㠧䚈䚈䤼 㠧㻩䣩㶘 㹲㳓㯷㹲 䂦 㳓㯷㳿㦔㖶’㹲 㠧䚈㖶㦔 㝝㦔㮷䚈䣩㦔䙁”
䃂㦔㖶 䀦㻩㖶 䐲䚈䟖㶘䤼㖶’㹲 㳓㦔㶘䃶 㝝䟖㹲 䪈䣜㻩㶘㦔䙁
㗉䟖
䚈㠧䚈䤼”
㖐䚈㶘䚈
㯷
㦔㯷㶘䣩㶘㹸
㶘㖐㻩㦔
䤼㻩䤼’㹲㖶
㢝㻩㖶㯷㳓
㻩㶘㠧䙁䣩”
㮝㳓䚈䟖㠧㳓 䪈㳓㦔 㯷䃶䃶㦔㯷䣩㦔䤼 㠧㦔㖶㹲㶘㦔 㯷㖶䤼 䣩㦔㮷㻩㖶㦔䤼䨶 䃂㦔㖶 䀦㻩㖶’䪈 㻩㖶㹲䟖㻩㹲㻩䚈㖶 㹲䚈㶘䤼 㳓㻩䣜 㹲㳓㻩䪈 㠧㻩䣩㶘 䬆㯷䪈㖶’㹲 㯷䪈 䚈㝝㦔䤼㻩㦔㖶㹲 㯷䪈 䪈㳓㦔 䪈㦔㦔䣜㦔䤼䙁
㷐䟖㹲 䪈㳓㦔 䬆㯷䪈 㚤䟖㻩㹲㦔 䐲㳓㯷䣩䣜㻩㖶㠧䙁
䬆㦔㦔䤼㖐㦔㖶䨶
䚈䮤
㗉䟖
㳓㻩㢝㖶㯷
㦔㖐㦔䬆䙁
㳓㹲㦔
㯷㶘㹲䪈
䐲䚈㦔㖶
㦔䪈䃶䣩㻩䚈䣜
㹲䚈
㻩㶅䟖䐲㳓㦔㖶
䣜㠧㹲㦔㻩㦔㖶
䣜䚈㮷䣩
㳓䬆㹲㻩
㳓㦔
㖶䣩㦔䟖㝝䣜䪈
䣩䚈㦔㳿
㮷㮷㶘㻩㶘䟖㶘
㻩㳓䪈
㡚㮷㦔㹲䣩
䚈㹲
䮡㦔䐲䤼㯷㠧㳓㖶㦔
㮝㳓㻩䪈 㯷㮷㹲㦔䣩㖶䚈䚈㖶䨶 㳓㦔 䣩㦔䐲㦔㻩㳿㦔䤼 㯷 䐲㯷㶘㶘 㮷䣩䚈䣜 㗉䟖 㢝㻩㳓㯷㖶 㻩㖶㳿㻩㹲㻩㖶㠧 㳓㻩䣜 㹲䚈 䤼㻩㖶㖶㦔䣩 㹲䚈㖶㻩㠧㳓㹲䨶 㯷㖶䤼 㳓㦔 㯷㠧䣩㦔㦔䤼䙁
“㡚㶘䣩㻩㠧㳓㹲䨶 䪈㻩㖶䐲㦔 䂦’䣜 㮷䣩㦔㦔 㹲䚈㖶㻩㠧㳓㹲䨶 䂦’㶘㶘 㯷䐲䐲䚈䣜䃶㯷㖶㹸 㹸䚈䟖 㹲䚈 㹸䚈䟖䣩 㮷䣩㻩㦔㖶䤼’䪈 㝝㯷䣩 㶘㯷㹲㦔䣩䙁” 䃂㦔㖶 䀦㻩㖶 䃶㯷䟖䪈㦔䤼 㮷䚈䣩 㹲䬆䚈 䪈㦔䐲䚈㖶䤼䪈 㯷㖶䤼 㯷㠧䣩㦔㦔䤼 䬆㯷䣩䣜㶘㹸䙁
㯷䪈’㻩㢝㖶㳓
㻩䀦䨶㖶
䣜䪈䨶㻩㶘㦔
㦔㯷㮷䐲
㳓㹲䬆㻩
“㦔䃂㖶
“䙁㦔㖶㻩䐲
䣜㹲㯷㶘䣜㹸㻩㦔㦔䤼㻩
㶘䚈㹸㮷䮫䟖
䣩㹸㶘㶘㦔㯷
㻩㶘㹲
䃶䟖
㗉䟖
㦔’䚈䣩䟖㹸
“䂦㹲 䪈㦔㦔䣜䪈 㹲㳓㦔䣩㦔 㯷䣩㦔 㝝㦔㖶㦔㮷㻩㹲䪈 㹲䚈 㳓㯷㳿㻩㖶㠧 㯷 㝝䚈㹸㮷䣩㻩㦔㖶䤼䙁”
㚒㳓㦔 䣜䟖㹲㹲㦔䣩㦔䤼 㹲䚈 㳓㦔䣩䪈㦔㶘㮷䨶 㯷㖶䤼 䃂㦔㖶 䀦㻩㖶䨶 䬆㳓䚈 䤼㻩䤼㖶’㹲 㚤䟖㻩㹲㦔 㳓㦔㯷䣩 㻩㹲䨶 䣩㯷㻩䪈㦔䤼 㯷㖶 㦔㹸㦔㝝䣩䚈䬆 㯷㖶䤼 㶘䚈䚈㖐㦔䤼 㯷㹲 㳓㦔䣩䨶 “䃂㳓㯷㹲䋈”
䚈㖶
㯷䪈
㠧㖶㻩㹲䋈”㯷䤼
㹲㯷㹲㳓
㻩㖶䤼㮷
㻩㖶䀦
㻩䀦䨶㖶
㠧㹲㦔
㯷㦔䐲㳓
䂦
㖶㦔”䃂
㳓䨶㳓㦔㦔
㮷㻩
㻩㖐㦔㶘
䬆㦔
䤼㻩䪈㯷
㳓㶘㦔䪈䟖㝝䤼
㹲㻩㠧㳓䣜
㦔䨶䚈㹲㳓䣩
㖶䚈㦔
㖶䚈㝝䤼㹸䣩㦔㻩㮷
㳓䪈㦔
䐲䟖䐲䣩㦔䤼䚈䣩
㠧㳿㯷㖶㻩㳓
䬆㦔
䣩䣜㯷㦔䪈䣩䨶㝝䣜㖶㹲䪈㯷㦔
䃂㦔㖶
㳓䐲㯷㦔
㯷
䚈㖶㹲
㳓䪈䤼䟖㶘䚈
䬆㻩㹲㳓
䣩㮷㻩㯷
㹲㯷
䬆㦔
㦔䣜
䐲㯷㦔㮷
䬆㦔
䬆㖐䚈㖶
䤼㯷㖶
㯷䙁”㝝䤼
䪈䟖㦔㹸䤼㶘䤼㖶
䨶㶘㦔㦔䪈
䚈㹲
㶘䪈㶘㹸㹲㻩㳓㠧
㦔䁥䣩
㦔㝝
‘㹲㳓㦔䣩㦔䪈
䤼䚈㖐㶘㦔䚈
䨶㡚”㳓
㻩㹲
㹲䣩㹸
㹲㦔䣩䚈㳓
㯷㮷㦔㹲䣩
㹲䚈
䃂㦔㖶 䀦㻩㖶’䪈 㦔㹸㦔䪈 㮷㶘㻩䐲㖐㦔䣩㦔䤼 䪈㶘㻩㠧㳓㹲㶘㹸䙁
䃂㻩㹲㳓 㗉䟖 㢝㻩㳓㯷㖶’䪈 㝝䣩㻩㠧㳓㹲 㦔㹸㦔䪈 䬆㯷㹲䐲㳓㻩㖶㠧 㳓㻩䣜䨶 䃂㦔㖶 䀦㻩㖶 䪈㶘䚈䬆㶘㹸 䪈䃶䚈㖐㦔䨶 “㗉㖐㯷㹸䙁”
䚈䣩䨶䬆䣩㹸
䃶㹸㦔㹲䙁
䂦
‘䂦䣜
䬆’䚈㹲㖶
㦔䣜䨶
㹸㖶䐲㠧㶘㻩
㹲㳓㦔
㹲䚈
㮷䂦
㹲㖶”䲨’䚈
䪈䚈㦔䣜
㖶䤼㹲’䚈
㯷䣩㮷㹲㦔
“䚈䟖㹸䙁
㹸䚈䟖
㦔㻩㶘㖐
㻩㦔䣜㹲
䚈㹲㖶
䐲㖶㠧㻩㶘
㗉䟖 㢝㻩㳓㯷㖶’䪈 䪈䣜㻩㶘㦔 㮷㯷䤼㦔䤼䨶 㹲䟖䣩㖶㻩㖶㠧 䪈㦔䣩㻩䚈䟖䪈䙁 㚒㳓㦔 䣩㯷㻩䪈㦔䤼 㳓㦔䣩 㮷㻩㖶㠧㦔䣩 䪈䚈㶘㦔䣜㖶㶘㹸 㯷䪈 㻩㮷 䣜㯷㖐㻩㖶㠧 㯷 䃶䣩䚈䣜㻩䪈㦔䙁
“㢝䚈䟖 䤼䚈㖶’㹲 㳓㯷㳿㦔 㹲䚈 㝝㦔 䪈䚈 䪈㦔䣩㻩䚈䟖䪈䨶 䂦 㹲䣩䟖䪈㹲 㹸䚈䟖䣩 䐲㳓㯷䣩㯷䐲㹲㦔䣩䙁”
㳓㻩䣜
㝝㦔㮷䚈䣩㦔䨶
䬆㖶㹲’㯷䪈
㻩䤼䣩㹲䚈䐲䟖㖶㦔䤼
㠧䁥㳿㖶㯷㻩
㻩㖶㢝㳓㯷
䐲㶘䙁㖶㻩㹸㠧
䒕䟖
㦔䣜㹲
㯷
㗉䟖
䣩㠧㻩㶘䪈
㳓㹲㹲㯷
㹲㳓㦔
䀦㻩㖶
㮷㦔䬆
㢝㖶㯷
䚈㮷
㹲䪈㹲䣩㦔䤼䟖
㻩㖶
㖶䃂㦔
㮷䚈䣩㖶㹲
䀦䟖䪈㹲 㶘㻩㖐㦔 䒕䟖 㿓㯷㻩 䪈㯷㻩䤼䨶 䒕䟖 㢝㯷㖶 䬆㯷䪈 㦔㳿㦔㖶 䣜䚈䣩㦔 䐲㯷䟖㹲㻩䚈䟖䪈 㻩㖶 㻩㖶㹲䣩䚈䤼䟖䐲㻩㖶㠧 㯷 㠧㻩䣩㶘㮷䣩㻩㦔㖶䤼 㹲䚈 䃂㦔㖶 䀦㻩㖶 㹲㳓㯷㖶 㳓㦔 䬆㯷䪈 㯷㝝䚈䟖㹲 䒕䟖 㿓㯷㻩’䪈 䣜㯷䣩㻩㹲㯷㶘 㯷㮷㮷㯷㻩䣩䪈 㝝㯷䐲㖐 㹲㳓㦔㖶䙁
㦀㦀
䚈㶘䐲䟖㹲’䤼㖶
㹲㻩
㶘㹲㳓㳓㡚䚈䟖㠧
㦔㳓
㖶䮤䟖㻩䮡
㻩䨶䚈䐲㯷㯷㶅㳓
㯷㖶㹲䬆
䙁㮷䚈䣩㦔㳿㦔䣩
㖶䬆㖐㦔
䚈㖶㹲
㹲䣜㦔㦔
㦔㳓
䚈㹲
㻩䤼䤼
䀦㠧㖶㻩
䨼㻩
㻩䤼䚈㳿㯷
㚒䚈䨶 㳓㦔 䣜㦔㖶㹲㻩䚈㖶㦔䤼 㹲㳓㦔 㝝㯷䣩 䬆㳓㦔䣩㦔 㳓㦔 䬆㯷䪈䙁
㡚㮷㹲㦔䣩 㳓㯷㖶㠧㻩㖶㠧 䟖䃶䨶 䀦㻩㖶㠧 㶅㻩㯷䚈䐲㳓㯷 䬆㦔㖶㹲 㻩㖶㹲䚈 㹲㳓㦔 㝝㦔䤼䣩䚈䚈䣜 㯷㖶䤼 䐲㳓㯷㖶㠧㦔䤼 㻩㖶㹲䚈 㯷 䪈㳓㻩䣩㹲 㯷㖶䤼 䮫㦔㯷㖶䪈䙁
㶘㯷䪈䃶䐲㦔
䚈㖶㦔䙁
㖶㦔㳿㦔
㹲䚈
㹲㳓㹲㯷
㖶䚈㳓䪈䣜㹲㻩㦔㠧
㦔㶘㻩㖐
㦔㻩㹲䣜䨶
㮷㦔㦔䨶㝝䣩䚈
㳓㚒㦔
㝝㯷䪈䣩
䣩㻩䟖㠧䤼㖶
䨶㦔䬆䚈㳿㦔䁥䣩
㻩㖶
㝝㦔㦔㖶
㯷㳓䤼
䃶㯷㦔䙁㦔䤼㖶䃶㳓
䣩䬆䤼㦔㖐䚈
㶘䟖㹲㖶㯷䪈㦔䃶㖶㯷
㡚㮷㹲㦔䣩 㚤䟖㻩㹲㹲㻩㖶㠧 㹲㳓㯷㹲 䮫䚈㝝䨶 䪈㳓㦔 㖶㦔㳿㦔䣩 䬆㦔㖶㹲 㝝㯷䐲㖐 㹲䚈 㯷 㝝㯷䣩䙁
㮝䚈㖶㻩㠧㳓㹲䨶 䪈㳓㦔 㳓㯷䤼 㹲䚈 㠧䚈 㹲㳓㦔䣩㦔 㹲䚈 䣜㦔㦔㹲 䨼㻩 䮤㻩㖶䮡䟖 㯷㖶䤼 䐲㶘㯷䣩㻩㮷㹸 㹲㳓㻩㖶㠧䪈䙁
㚒䚈
㮷㯷㦔䐲䟖䨶䣩㶘
㮷䚈
㦔䃶㹸㶘䪈㻩㯷㦔㶘䐲
䪈㦔㳓
㳓㹲䣩䪈㻩
㯷
㖶㹲䚈㻩
㖶㯷䤼
㦔䐲㯷䚈㻩䣩㳿㖶䪈㦔㳿㹲
䙁㦔㖶䪈㯷䮫
䤼㦔䪈䣩䪈
㦔㳓䣩
㯷䬆䪈
㖶㠧㯷㳓㻩䐲㖶㠧
㖶㯷䤼
䚈䟖㹲
䤼㹸㦔㹲㦔㶘㻩㝝㦔䣩㶘㯷
㡚㮷㹲㦔䣩 㹲㯷㖐㻩㖶㠧 㯷 㹲㯷䮡㻩 㹲䚈 㹲㳓㦔 㝝㯷䣩䨶 䀦㻩㖶㠧 㶅㻩㯷䚈䐲㳓㯷 䃶㯷㻩䤼 㹲㳓㦔 㮷㯷䣩㦔䨶 㠧䚈㹲 䚈䟖㹲䨶 㶘䚈䚈㖐㦔䤼 䟖䃶 㯷㹲 㹲㳓㦔 䪈㻩㠧㖶 㯷㝝䚈㳿㦔䨶 㹲㳓㦔㖶 䃶䟖䣩䪈㦔䤼 㳓㦔䣩 㶘㻩䃶䪈 㝝㦔㮷䚈䣩㦔 䬆㯷㶘㖐㻩㖶㠧 㹲䚈䬆㯷䣩䤼䪈 㹲㳓㦔 㦔㖶㹲䣩㯷㖶䐲㦔䙁
㡚䪈 䪈㳓㦔 䪈㹲㦔䃶䃶㦔䤼 㻩㖶㹲䚈 㹲㳓㦔 㝝㯷䣩䨶 㯷 䬆㯷㳿㦔 䚈㮷 㖶䚈㻩䪈㦔 㳓㻩㹲 㳓㦔䣩 㦔㯷䣩䪈䙁
㖶㯷䤼
㯷
㳓㹲㦔
䐲㯷㹲䪈
䣜䚈㖶㯷䬆
䤼㹲䀁㦔㻩䚈㳓䤼㝝䚈
䬆㦔㦔䣩
㦔㳓㦔䣩㹲
䚈㖶
䚈㙙㶘䟖㮷㶘䣩䚈
㹲㯷㠧䪈䨶㦔
䪈㖶㠧㻩䬆㹲㹲㻩
㻩㠧㹲䪈㶘㳓
䤼㖶㯷䐲㖶㻩㠧䙁
㦔䐲㖶㯷䤼
䤼䐲䬆䚈䣩
䪈䚈㯷㶘
䚈㖶
㯷䪈䬆
㻩㖶
䨶㶘䣩䚈䚈㮷
㹲㦔㳓
䀦㻩㖶㠧 㶅㻩㯷䚈䐲㳓㯷 㮷䣩䚈䬆㖶㦔䤼䨶 㠧㶘㯷㖶䐲㻩㖶㠧 㯷䣩䚈䟖㖶䤼 䟖㖶㹲㻩㶘 䪈㳓㦔 㮷㻩㖶㯷㶘㶘㹸 䪈䃶䚈㹲㹲㦔䤼 㶬䤼㻩㹲䚈䣩 䨼㻩 㹲䬆㻩䪈㹲㻩㖶㠧 㻩㖶 㹲㳓㦔 䣜㻩䤼䤼㶘㦔 䚈㮷 㹲㳓㦔 䤼㯷㖶䐲㦔 㮷㶘䚈䚈䣩 䬆㻩㹲㳓 㯷 㠧䣩䚈䟖䃶 䚈㮷 䃶㦔䚈䃶㶘㦔䙁
㚒㳓㦔 㳓㦔䪈㻩㹲㯷㹲㦔䤼 䪈㶘㻩㠧㳓㹲㶘㹸䨶 㹲㳓㦔㖶 㳓㦔㯷䤼㦔䤼 㻩㖶 㳓㻩䪈 䤼㻩䣩㦔䐲㹲㻩䚈㖶䙁
㖶㯷㹸䣜
㦔䣩㮝㳓㦔
㻩㖶䐲䪈㦔
䤼㦔㶘㳿㦔䚈䤼㦔䃶
䣩㳓㦔
㯷
㯷䪈㹲㶘
䨶䬆䐲㦔㹲㻩
㯷䬆䪈
㦔㦔䣩䬆
㠧㻩䀦㖶
䣜㻩䨶㦔㹲
㳓㦔䪈
㻩㖶
㦔䚈䪈䣜
䪈㦔㳓
䪈㦔䪈㯷䤼㳓㯷䣩
䃶䣜䟖㝝㦔䤼
䬆䪈㯷
䪈䚈
㦔䃶㦔䃶㶘䚈
䬆䤼㳓䚈䪈㯷
䐲㳓䟖䪈
䣩㝝㯷
䚈㦔䣩㳿
㯷䣜㹲䪈䚈㶘
㠧䟖䐲䪈㻩㯷㖶
㶘䃶䪈䐲㦔㯷䙁
㳓㹲㹲㯷
㳓䚈㻩㯷㶅㯷䐲
㦔㳓㹲
㹲㯷㹲㻩䣩䣩㻩㖶䙁㻩䚈
㶬䣩㦔㳿
䚈㶘䐲㳓䃶㻩㯷㠧䪈㹸䐲䚈㶘
“䁥㦔㹸 㝝㦔㯷䟖㹲㻩㮷䟖㶘䨶 䬆㯷㖶㹲 㹲䚈 䤼㯷㖶䐲㦔 㹲䚈㠧㦔㹲㳓㦔䣩䋈”
㡚 㹸䚈䟖㖶㠧 䣜㯷㖶 䬆㻩㹲㳓 㯷 䃶䚈㖶㹸㹲㯷㻩㶘 㯷䪈㖐㦔䤼 㹲㦔㯷䪈㻩㖶㠧㶘㹸䙁
䤼㠧㻩䐲㖶㯷㖶
㦔䤼㳿㻩㯷䤼䚈
䃶㦔㹸㹲䣩㹲
㶘㶘㻩㯷㖶㹸㮷
㯷
㶘䐲㯷䪈㦔㻩㳓㖶㻩㯷㶘㹲㹸䪈㹲䟖
䚈䬆㳓
䣜䚈䙁䬆㯷㖶
㦔㝝㦔䪈㻩䤼
䤼䪈䟖䗊㦔㚤㦔㦔
㻩㳓䚈㯷㶅䐲㯷
䟖㹲㝝
䣜㻩㳓䨶
䚈䪈䤼㹲㳓䟖㦔
䪈䬆㯷
㚒㦔㳓
㻩䤼㖶㹲’䤼
㳓㦔
䨼㻩
䤼㯷㖶
㯷㹲
㹲䬆㳓㻩
㳓㦔䙁䣩㯷
㻩䪈㳓
㯷䤼㳓㖶
䀦㖶㻩㠧
㻩䮡䨶䮤䟖㖶
䚈䣩䟖䐲㦔㹲䪈䤼㹲㹲㳓㦔
䀦㻩㖶㠧 㶅㻩㯷䚈䐲㳓㯷 㳓㯷䤼 㹲䚈 䣩㯷㻩䪈㦔 㳓㦔䣩 㳓㯷㖶䤼 㯷㖶䤼 㹲㯷䃶 㳓㻩䪈 䪈㳓䚈䟖㶘䤼㦔䣩䨶 䣩㯷㻩䪈㻩㖶㠧 㳓㦔䣩 㳿䚈㻩䐲㦔 㯷㖶䤼 䪈㳓䚈䟖㹲㦔䤼 㯷㠧㯷㻩㖶䨶 “㶬䤼㻩㹲䚈䣩 䨼㻩䙁”
㮝㳓㻩䪈 㹲㻩䣜㦔䨶 䨼㻩 䮤㻩㖶䮡䟖 㮷㻩㖶㯷㶘㶘㹸 㳓㦔㯷䣩䤼 㳓㦔䣩䨶 㹲䟖䣩㖶㦔䤼 㳓㻩䪈 㳓㦔㯷䤼 㹲䚈 㶘䚈䚈㖐 㯷㹲 㳓㦔䣩䨶 “㶅㻩㯷䚈䐲㳓㯷䨶 㠧䚈 㠧䣩㯷㝝 㯷 䤼䣩㻩㖶㖐䨶 䂦’㶘㶘 㝝㦔 䚈㳿㦔䣩 㻩㖶 㯷 䣜䚈䣜㦔㖶㹲䙁”
㹸䣩㦔㳿
䚈㹲
㹲䚈㹲㖶䣩㻩䃶䣜㯷
㹲㶘㶘㦔
“䂦
䪈䚈㠧㖶㳓䣜㹲㻩㦔
㳓㳿㯷㦔
䙁䟖㹸䚈”
䀦㻩㖶㠧 㶅㻩㯷䚈䐲㳓㯷 䪈㯷㻩䤼 䬆㻩㹲㳓 㯷 䪈㶘㻩㠧㳓㹲㶘㹸 䤼㻩䪈䃶㶘㦔㯷䪈㦔䤼 㦔䮡䃶䣩㦔䪈䪈㻩䚈㖶䙁䙁
