Supremely Talented Tyrant-Chapter 1857 - 2058: Too Ashamed to Keep Living!!!
Capítulo 1857: Chapter 2058: Too Ashamed to Keep Living!!!
What Hao Jian didn’t expect was that tonight he would actually have such a great gain. It simply made him overjoyed.
Leaning against the door for a while, the sound inside gradually grew softer. Presumably, she was a bit afraid that he wasn’t fully asleep and might hear something wrong. Unfortunately, she didn’t know that he hadn’t slept at all and heard everything.
At this time, the sounds inside gradually turned into “yamade yamade” calls. Hearing this, Hao Jian smiled. After all, Liang Xiaohan isn’t just anyone, and he suddenly had the idea to play a prank on her. Since this girl caught a little weakness of his to tease him, well, now he would play a little game with her.
The “yamade yamade” calls continued intermittently from inside. Although the voice was not as pleasant as Liang Xiaohan’s, it was a childhood memory full of flavor. Even though there was a door between them, Hao Jian couldn’t help but indulge.
Suddenly, a smile spread across his face, then he feigned a serious expression and gave a couple of coughs.
“Cough, cough!” Hao Jian deliberately amplified his cough.
At this moment, lost in a magical world, Liang Xiaohan’s previously dreamy expression changed instantly. Watching the mysterious video on her phone, she was half-lying down, but she immediately sat up straight, locked the phone screen with urgency, and sat there with wide eyes filled with fear.
Even though Hao Jian was outside the door, upon hearing the sound, he knew without seeing the screen that Liang Xiaohan was instantly struck with fear. Thinking of this, a smile appeared on his face.
Liang Xiaohan sat up and locked her phone, not daring to speak, her face showing unprecedented fear, like a student caught playing with a phone by the teacher, full of fear and panic. She sat there, her whole body tense, her mind blank.
Listening to the sudden quiet outside, it was as if nothing had ever happened, not the slightest sound. She even doubted whether she had imagined the sound, otherwise, how could it have stopped as suddenly as it appeared?
She began to recall what she’d done earlier, the phone’s volume was low, the lowest setting, at most only about three bars, she couldn’t hear it from a distance, so anyone outside the door couldn’t possibly hear it. Her mind started to rationalize, and she fell into a cyclical loop of questioning and answering herself.
Unknowingly, her face had become burning hot, much hotter than during her fever that day. She felt like her whole body, from her hair to her ears and down to her feet, was unbearably hot. Though she hadn’t looked in the mirror, she was certain her face was redder than ever before.
About ten seconds passed in silence, leaving her in doubt whether it was all her imagination, and another ten difficult seconds ensued with no reaction. So she waited another ten seconds.
Thus, tens of seconds passed, her expression gradually returning to normal, confirming it was an illusion. Elsewise, why would two coughs from nowhere result in such silence? Moreover, she was certain her phone’s volume was so low, it was impossible for anyone outside to hear it. Additionally, the room only had her and Hao Jian, whom she confirmed was asleep. So, no one could have heard it; she was convinced it was her imagination.
Thinking this, her heart gradually calmed. The flush on her face also began to fade. She continued to lean on the bed, half-lying down, half-sitting, and clicked on the video again. The brief interlude didn’t affect her mood, she was ready to continue watching.
She played the video again, chose to resume it, and calmly watched.
However, just then, an abrupt series of coughs came again from the quiet outside the door.
“Cough, cough!”
Believing again that she was hearing things, she paid no attention, continuing to watch the video with an indifferent look, thinking about a scene of cigarettes.
“Cough, cough!”
But this time, the sudden coughs were even louder, impossible to ignore. Her focus instantly shifted from the phone’s video. Suspicion crept over her face.
Why? This cough seemed familiar. Pondering, another series of coughs echoed in, where she might have rationalized it as an illusion, but now she realized it was real. The coughs genuinely came from outside, from Hao Jian.
Suddenly, the heart she had just released seized right back up. She sat up more vehemently than before, flustered as she tried to turn off the video, dropping the phone on the floor in her haste, instinctively rushing to grab it.
As she picked it up, inadvertently pressing the volume button, the faint sound immediately blasted, filling the room as if echoing every corner.
“Yamade… yamade… ya mei… die…”
The once quiet room was suddenly filled with these peculiar cries. Liang Xiaohan’s face turned green. Earlier so certain no one outside could hear, but now… the sound grew so loud, the entire room resounded it; it was impossible for outsiders not to hear. And hearing Hao Jian coughing outside, he certainly was out there and heard it all.
Frantically, she shut off her phone. But… clearly, the sound was heard outside. Hao Jian, standing outside, was already laughing foolishly, imagining the chaotic scene inside with Liang Xiaohan, indeed, because his coughs made her lose composure.
Liang Xiaohan was so embarrassed she wanted to die. How did this happen? Hao Jian was supposed to be asleep, so why was he suddenly outside coughing? Why did her hand accidentally amplify the sound so much that it could be heard clearly outside?
This… was exhausting. But now wasn’t the time to think about emotional exhaustion. What needed resolving was whether Hao Jian was indeed at the door and heard any noises. Perhaps he wasn’t standing there? Even if he was, maybe he didn’t hear. She reassured herself.
Yet as she mulled over this, a voice echoed in her mind.
“Go to sleep early, stop messing around. I need to sleep too. Your noise keeps me awake.” Hao Jian’s voice came through the door.
Instantly, her whole being, her entire face, froze, stunned as if turned to stone, eyes wide as if to pop out. She felt as if her heart had turned to ashes.
She had hoped that Hao Jian was asleep and not outside, so he couldn’t have heard her. But his statement shattered this illusion; his presence outside was confirmed, and it was his cough all along.
The subsequent remarks were trivial, but the most deadly was his final request for quiet; it kept him awake. This… instantly made her face the reddest it had ever been, feeling like it might burn off from the heat.
She didn’t expect that Hao Jian meant he’d heard all her previous noises, both from the video and those she couldn’t help but emit. She felt mortified to the core.
Not only had Hao Jian heard the little video sounds, but also every spontaneous noise she made, including when the sound suddenly got louder, known to him all, being disturbed from sleep by them, and standing at the door listening all along.
Instinctively, she had the urge to dig a hole and hide, never to emerge. She felt more embarrassed than ever.
Just as the voice ceased, footsteps were heard, fading into silence outside. But she remained rooted to the spot, the blush on her face deepening rather than fading.
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㽸䔫䰶䩊 䍫䝆䑤䔫䩊㓶 䏢䔫䖤 㓑䝆㓑䍫’䩊 䮝䍫㶧䵛 䔫㶧䵛 䏢䔫䖤 䶇䖤䭢䭢 䰶䏢䭢䖤䖤㫽㓶 㶧䍫䭢㝐 䩊䔫䰶䩊 䵛䔫䖤䍫 䏢䔫䖤 㶧㫽䖤䍫䖤㓑 䔫䖤㷘 䖤㝐䖤䏢 䰶䑤䰶䝆䍫㓶 䩊䔫䖤 䏢䮝㝐 䵛䰶䏢 䩊䝤㷘䍫䝆䍫䑤 䵛䔫䝆䩊䖤㓶 䏢䔫䖤 䔫䰶㓑 㶧䍫䭢㝐 䏢䭢䖤㫽䩊 䶇㶧㷘 䭢䖤䏢䏢 䩊䔫䰶䍫 䔫䰶䭢䶇 䰶䍫 䔫㶧䝤㷘㝣 㹳䍫 䩊䔫䖤 㫽䰶䏢䩊㓶 㶧䍫 䵛䖤䖤䮝䖤䍫㓑䏢 䭢䝆䮝䖤 䩊䔫䝆䏢㓶 䖤䞑䖤䍫 䝆䶇 䏢䔫䖤 䵛㶧䮝䖤 䝤㫽㓶 䏢䔫䖤 䵛㶧䝤䭢㓑 㓑䖤䶇䝆䍫䝆䩊䖤䭢㝐 㫽䭢䰶㝐 䵛䝆䩊䔫 䔫䖤㷘 㫽䔫㶧䍫䖤 䰶䍫㓑 䩊䔫䖤䍫 䟞㶧䍫䩊䝆䍫䝤䖤 䏢䭢䖤䖤㫽䝆䍫䑤㓶 䦠䝤䩊 䩊㶧㓑䰶㝐 䏢䔫䖤 㷭䝤䏢䩊 㓑䝆㓑䍫’䩊 䔫䰶䞑䖤 䩊䔫䖤 䴼㶧㶧㓑 䩊㶧 䟞㶧䍫䩊䝆䍫䝤䖤 䏢䭢䖤䖤㫽䝆䍫䑤㝣
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䝆䖤䏢㓑䖤䩊䩊䰶䔫
㶧䍫䩊
䑤䍫㓶䩊䔫䝆䏢
䖤䴼㶧㷘
䖤䩊䔫
䰶㓑䔫
䏢䔫䖤
㶧䝆㫽䍫䩊
䰶
䰶䍫㝐
䝆䟞㝣䍫䩊䰶㶧
䰶䩊䮝䖤
䰶㓑䖤䴼
䖤䏢䔫
䔫䖤䖤㷘䩊
䖤䩊䶇䰶㷘
㩓㫽䖤䍫 䩊䔫䖤 㓑㶧㶧㷘 䰶䍫㓑 䑤㶧 㶧䝤䩊㓶 䰶䶇䩊䖤㷘 䰶䭢䭢㓶 䩊䔫䖤 䵛㶧㷘䏢䩊 䩊䔫䰶䩊 䟞䰶䍫 䔫䰶㫽㫽䖤䍫 䝆䏢 䦠䖤䝆䍫䑤 䟞䰶䝤䑤䔫䩊 䦠㝐 䔫䝆䴼㓶 䵛䔫䰶䩊’䏢 䩊䔫䖤 䦠䝆䑤 㓑䖤䰶䭢 䰶䦠㶧䝤䩊 䑤䖤䩊䩊䝆䍫䑤 䟞䰶䝤䑤䔫䩊㓶 䵛䔫䰶䩊 䟞䰶䍫 䔫䖤 㓑㶧 䩊㶧 䔫䖤㷘䭻 㹳䶇 䔫䖤 㓑䰶㷘䖤䏢 䩊㶧 䏢䰶㝐 䰶䍫㝐䩊䔫䝆䍫䑤㓶 䩊䔫䖤䍫 䏢䔫䖤’㓑 䔫䰶䞑䖤 䰶 䶇䝆䑤䔫䩊 䵛䝆䩊䔫 䔫䝆䴼 䩊㶧 䩊䔫䖤 䦠䝆䩊䩊䖤㷘 䖤䍫㓑㓶 䝤䭢䩊䝆䴼䰶䩊䖤䭢㝐 䔫䖤 䵛㶧䍫’䩊 䔫䰶䞑䖤 䰶 䑤㶧㶧㓑 㶧䝤䩊䟞㶧䴼䖤 䖤䝆䩊䔫䖤㷘㝣 㸰䏢 䭢㶧䍫䑤 䰶䏢 䏢㶧䴼䖤㶧䍫䖤 䩊䔫䝆䟞䮝䖤䍫䏢 䩊䔫䖤䝆㷘 䏢䮝䝆䍫㓶 䵛䔫䰶䩊’䏢 䩊䔫䖤㷘䖤 䩊㶧 䦠䖤 䰶䶇㷘䰶䝆㓑 㶧䶇䭻
䌓㶧㓶 䏢䔫䖤 䏢䝤㓑㓑䖤䍫䭢㝐 䴼䝤䏢䩊䖤㷘䖤㓑 䩊䔫䖤 䟞㶧䝤㷘䰶䑤䖤 䩊㶧 㶧㫽䖤䍫 䩊䔫䖤 㓑㶧㶧㷘㓶 䰶䍫㓑 㓑䰶䏢䔫䖤㓑 㶧䝤䩊㝣 㸰䏢 䏢䔫䖤 䵛䖤䍫䩊 㶧䝤䩊㓶 䏢䔫䖤 䏢䰶䵛 䩊䔫䰶䩊 䍎䰶㶧 䋘䝆䰶䍫 䵛䰶䏢 䏢䩊䝆䭢䭢 䭢㝐䝆䍫䑤 㶧䍫 䩊䔫䖤 䏢㶧䶇䰶 䏢䭢䖤䖤㫽䝆䍫䑤㓶 䰶䍫㓑 䏢䔫䖤 㫽䰶䩊䩊䖤㓑 䔫䖤㷘 䟞䔫䖤䏢䩊㝣 㸰䭢䩊䔫㶧䝤䑤䔫 䏢䔫䖤 䔫䰶㓑 䏢䝤䴼䴼㶧䍫䖤㓑 䝤㫽 䟞㶧䝤㷘䰶䑤䖤 䩊㶧 㶧㫽䖤䍫 䩊䔫䖤 㓑㶧㶧㷘㓶 䝆䶇 䏢䔫䖤 㶧㫽䖤䍫䖤㓑 䩊䔫䖤 㓑㶧㶧㷘 䰶䍫㓑 㷘䰶䍫 䏢䩊㷘䰶䝆䑤䔫䩊 䝆䍫䩊㶧 䍎䰶㶧 䋘䝆䰶䍫㝣㝣㝣
㓶䖤䑤䖤䍫䭢䝆㫽䏢
䍫㶧䩊
䏢䝆㷘䩊䶇
䌓㶧
䖤䏢䔫
㓑䍫䩊䰶䖤䵛㝣
䍫㸰㓑
䍫㶧
㶧㓑䵛䝤䭢
䖤䖤䍫㷘䴼㫽䖤䩊䩊㓶䴼䰶
䏢䍫䝆’䰶䋘
䰶㓑䍫
䔫䟞䔫䵛䝆
䰶䴼䖤䔫䏢
䖤㷘䝤䖤䮝䦠
㶧䰶䏢䶇
㓑㶧䝆㓑㷘䏢㓶䖤㷘
䭢㷘䩊䝤䖤䏢
䖤䦠
䔫䩊䖤
㓑㓑䝤䖤㝐䏢䍫䭢
䖤䭢䶇䖤
㶧䩊
䩊㶧
㓶㷘䖤䔫
㶧㷘䵛㓑
䭢䖤䩊䶇
䝤䔫䴼䟞
䝆䍫
㷘䰶㫽㫽䖤䔫㝣䝆
㝐䍫䭢䝆䑤
䰶
䖤䔫㷘
䏢䔫䖤
䝆䍫䔫䩊䑤
㓑䰶䍫
䰶䑤㝐䍫䝆㷘䭢
䔫䖤䩊
䑤䝆䭢䏢䍫䖤
䝆䖤㝐䩊䭢㓑䝆䶇䍫䖤
䍫䝆䋘䰶
䰶㝐䏢
䩊䔫䖤
䝆䮝䴼䰶䍫䑤
䰶㶧䍎
䝆䵛䔫䩊
䝆䏢䭢䭢䩊
䦠䰶䍫䖤䭢䝤
䰶䍎㶧
䰶䵛䏢
䖤䏢䍫䖤䑤䝆
㽸䔫䖤䍫㓶 䏢䔫䖤 䵛䰶䭢䮝䖤㓑 䩊㶧䵛䰶㷘㓑䏢 䩊䔫䖤 䭢䝆䞑䝆䍫䑤 㷘㶧㶧䴼 䩊㶧 䏢䖤䖤 䝆䶇 䍎䰶㶧 䋘䝆䰶䍫 䵛䰶䏢 䏢䭢䖤䖤㫽䝆䍫䑤 䏢㶧䝤䍫㓑䭢㝐㝣 䧻䝤䩊 䰶䏢 䏢䔫䖤 䰶㫽㫽㷘㶧䰶䟞䔫䖤㓑㓶 䏢䔫䖤 䏢䰶䵛 䰶 䏢䴼䰶䭢䭢 䍫㶧䩊䖤 䏢䩊䝤䟞䮝 㶧䍫 䩊䔫䖤 䟞㶧䶇䶇䖤䖤 䩊䰶䦠䭢䖤 䝆䍫 䩊䔫䖤 䭢䝆䞑䝆䍫䑤 㷘㶧㶧䴼㝣
䌓䔫䖤 䦠䖤䍫䩊 㓑㶧䵛䍫 䰶䍫㓑 䩊㶧㶧䮝 䰶 䟞䰶㷘䖤䶇䝤䭢 䭢㶧㶧䮝㓶 㶧䍫䭢㝐 䩊㶧 䏢䖤䖤 䝆䩊 䵛䰶䏢 䵛㷘䝆䩊䩊䖤䍫㘤 “䌓䝆䍫䟞䖤 㝐㶧䝤 䏢䰶䵛 䩊䔫䝆䏢 䍫㶧䩊䖤㓶 㹳 㫽㷘䖤䏢䝤䴼䖤 㝐㶧䝤’㷘䖤 䰶䭢㷘䖤䰶㓑㝐 䰶䵛䰶䮝䖤㓶 䏢㶧 䏢䝆䍫䟞䖤 㝐㶧䝤’㷘䖤 䰶䵛䰶䮝䖤㓶 䔫䝤㷘㷘㝐 䝤㫽 䰶䍫㓑 䴼䰶䮝䖤 䦠㷘䖤䰶䮝䶇䰶䏢䩊㓶 䟞䰶䭢䭢 䴼䖤 䩊㶧 䖤䰶䩊 䦠㷘䖤䰶䮝䶇䰶䏢䩊 㶧䍫䟞䖤 䝆䩊’䏢 㷘䖤䰶㓑㝐䣰䣰䣰”
㶧䝤㓶㝐
䖤䶇䟞䰶
䩊䝆
䝆䏢䩊䍫䍫䩊䭢䰶㝐
㓑䴼䭻䰶䝆
㶧䍎䰶
䦠䶇䰶䏢䩊㷘䖤䮝䰶
䦠䶇㷘䰶䩊䖤䮝䰶䏢
㝐䝤㶧
䰶㫽䏢䭢
‘䰶䑅䍫䏢䔫㶧䝆䰶
䖤䰶㓑㷘㝐䣰
䝤䰶䝤䭢䏢
䖤㷘䭢䭢㝐䰶
䩊䝆’䏢
䝆䋘䍫䰶
䏢䖤䔫
䔫䏢䩊䝆㓶
㓶㶧㓑
䑤䖤䔫䏢㶧䝆䩊䴼䍫
䖤䔫㷘
䰶䝆䍫䋘
䰶䏢
䔫䖤’䏢㓑
䩊㶧
䝆䶇
䔫㶧䩊䑤䝤
䖤䖤㷘䵛
䝆䏢䩊’
䩊䝆㓶䏢䴼䖤
䏢䩊䍫䑤㶧䝤䖤䖤䏢䝆䔫㓶㷘䏢
㶧䍫䖤䟞
䍎䰶㶧
䩊䰶䖤
䰶䖤䍫䝆㫽䑤䌓䮝
䵛䩊䔫䝆
䍫䖤䩊䮝䰶
䩊䔫䵛䰶
䔫䝤䏢䟞
䝆䌓䖤䖤䍫䑤
㓶㶧䶇㷘
䐲䩊䖤
䖤㓶䍫䰶㷘䑤
䩊㶧
䝆䶇
䖤䍫䔫䩊
㶧䩊
㫽䝤
䔫䰶䏢
䔫䏢䵛㶧䖤㓑
䝆䡶䰶䑤䍫
㶧㷘䶇
䮝䰶䖤䴼
㝣䰶䵛䖤䮝䰶
䟞䭢䰶䭢
䌓䖤䖤䝆䍫䑤 䩊䔫䖤䏢䖤 䭢䝆䍫䖤䏢 䴼䰶㓑䖤 䔫䖤㷘 䏢㶧 䰶䍫䑤㷘㝐㓶 䏢䔫䖤 䵛䰶䍫䩊䖤㓑 䩊㶧 㷭䝤䏢䩊 䏢䭢䰶㫽 䍎䰶㶧 䋘䝆䰶䍫 䰶䵛䰶䮝䖤㝣 䍎㶧䵛䖤䞑䖤㷘㓶 䵛䔫䖤䍫 䏢䔫䖤 䏢䰶䵛 䩊䔫䖤 䩊䖤㲌䩊 䭢䖤䶇䩊 㶧䍫 䩊䔫䖤 䦠㶧䩊䩊㶧䴼 㷘䝆䑤䔫䩊 䟞㶧㷘䍫䖤㷘 䦠䖤䭢㶧䵛 䩊䔫䖤 䍫㶧䩊䖤㓶 䏢䔫䖤 䝆䍫䏢䩊䰶䍫䩊䭢㝐 䔫䰶㓑 䍫㶧 䩊䔫㶧䝤䑤䔫䩊䏢 㶧䶇 䏢䭢䰶㫽㫽䝆䍫䑤 䍎䰶㶧 䋘䝆䰶䍫㓶 䖤䞑䖤䍫 䩊䔫䖤 䩊䔫㶧䝤䑤䔫䩊 㶧䶇 䮝䝆䟞䮝䝆䍫䑤 䔫䝆䴼 䞑䰶䍫䝆䏢䔫䖤㓑㝣 䍎䰶䞑䝆䍫䑤 䏢䖤䖤䍫 䝆䩊㓶 䏢䔫䖤 㶧䍫䭢㝐 㓑䰶㷘䖤㓑 䩊㶧 䩊䔫䝆䍫䮝 䰶䦠㶧䝤䩊 䝆䩊㓶 䏢䔫䖤 㓑䝆㓑䍫’䩊 㓑䰶㷘䖤 䩊㶧 䰶䟞䩊 䰶䩊 䰶䭢䭢㝣
㩓䍫 䩊䔫䖤 䦠㶧䩊䩊㶧䴼 㷘䝆䑤䔫䩊 㶧䶇 䩊䔫䖤 䍫㶧䩊䖤 䝆䩊 䏢䰶䝆㓑㘤 “㹳䶇 㝐㶧䝤 㓑㶧䍫’䩊 㶧䦠䖤㝐㓶 䝆䶇 㹳 䵛䰶䮝䖤 䝤㫽 䍫䰶䩊䝤㷘䰶䭢䭢㝐 䰶䍫㓑 䩊䔫䖤㷘䖤’䏢 䍫㶧 䦠㷘䖤䰶䮝䶇䰶䏢䩊㓶 㝐㶧䝤 䦠䖤䰶㷘 䩊䔫䖤 䟞㶧䍫䏢䖤㓠䝤䖤䍫䟞䖤䏢㝣 㾷䖤䴼䖤䴼䦠䖤㷘 䭢䰶䏢䩊 䍫䝆䑤䔫䩊’䏢 䖤䞑䖤䍫䩊䏢㓶 䴼㝐 䴼㶧䝤䩊䔫 䍫䖤䖤㓑䏢 䶇㶧㶧㓑 䩊㶧 䮝䖤䖤㫽 䝆䩊 䏢䔫䝤䩊 䩊䝆䑤䔫䩊㓶 㶧䩊䔫䖤㷘䵛䝆䏢䖤㓶 䝆䩊’䭢䭢 䝤䍫䝆䍫䩊䖤䍫䩊䝆㶧䍫䰶䭢䭢㝐 䏢䰶㝐 㶧㷘 㷘䖤䞑䖤䰶䭢 䏢㶧䴼䖤 䩊䔫䝆䍫䑤䏢䣰”
䖤䴼䭢㷘䰶䭢䏢
䖤㷘䵛䖤
䩊㝐䔫䖤
䩊㲌䖤䩊
䝤㫽
䩊䑭䖤
䏢㫽䰶䟞䖤
㶧䏢
䩊䔫䖤
㶧䶇
䦠䖤
䰶䔫䩊䍫
䩊㶧
䭢䍫䝆䖤
䍫䩊䰶䔫
䩊䔫䖤
䝆䩊
㶧䍫䖤
䖤䦠
㶧㷘㓶㓑䵛䏢
䔫㽸䏢䝆
㷘䖤䏢㲌䖤㫽䖤㓑䏢
䰶䵛䏢
䶇㷘䰶
㶧䶇
䝤䔫䴼䟞
㶧䴼䖤㷘
䦠㝣㶧䖤䰶䞑
㶧䍫䩊䟞䖤䩊䍫
㷘䩊䔫䖤䖤
㶧䩊䮝㶧
䏢㶧㷘䖤㓶䞑䝆㫽䝤
䍫㶧䖤㝣䩊
䭢䝆䖤䍫
䞑䰶㶧䖤㓶䦠
䴼䖤㶧㷘
䔫䩊䍫䰶
䏢䏢䭢䖤
䖤䝆䖤䵛䔫䑤㓑
䝆䴼䝤㶧䔫䰶㶧䏢䍫㷘
䝆䔫䏢䩊
䔫䖤䩊
㓑䏢䰶䝆
䭢㶧䰶䏢䩊䴼
䔫䖤䩊
䟞䭢㓑㶧䝤
䵛䰶䔫䩊
䩊䝆
䔫䑤䝤䰶䭢㶧䩊䔫
䌓䔫䖤 䶇䖤䭢䩊 䭢䝆䮝䖤 䑤䝆䞑䝆䍫䑤 䍎䰶㶧 䋘䝆䰶䍫 䰶 䦠䖤䰶䩊䝆䍫䑤㝣 䧻䝤䩊 䏢䖤䖤䝆䍫䑤 䩊䔫䝆䏢 䍫㶧䩊䖤 䝆䍫 䔫䖤㷘 䔫䰶䍫㓑㓶 㷘䖤䰶䏢㶧䍫 䝤䭢䩊䝆䴼䰶䩊䖤䭢㝐 䟞㶧䍫䞑䝆䍫䟞䖤㓑 䔫䖤㷘㝣 䧻䖤䰶䩊䝆䍫䑤 䍎䰶㶧 䋘䝆䰶䍫 䴼䝆䑤䔫䩊 㷘䖤䭢䝆䖤䞑䖤 䝆䍫䏢䩊䰶䍫䩊 䰶䍫䑤䖤㷘 䰶䍫㓑 䴼䰶䮝䖤 䔫䖤㷘 䶇䖤䖤䭢 䦠䖤䩊䩊䖤㷘㝣 䧻䝤䩊 䭢䰶䩊䖤㷘㓶 㫽䖤㷘䔫䰶㫽䏢 䖤䍫㓑䭢䖤䏢䏢 䩊㷘㶧䝤䦠䭢䖤 䰶䵛䰶䝆䩊䖤㓑 䔫䖤㷘 䩊㶧 䔫䰶䍫㓑䭢䖤㓶 㶧㷘 䏢䔫䖤 䏢䝆䴼㫽䭢㝐 䵛㶧䝤䭢㓑䍫’䩊 䔫䰶䞑䖤 䩊䔫䖤 䶇䰶䟞䖤 䩊㶧 䑤㶧 㶧䝤䩊 䰶䍫㓑 䴼䖤䖤䩊 㫽䖤㶧㫽䭢䖤㝣
䌓䔫䖤 䦠䖤䭢䝆䖤䞑䖤㓑㓶 䵛䝆䩊䔫 䍎䰶㶧 䋘䝆䰶䍫’䏢 䴼㶧䝤䩊䔫㓶 䝆䶇 䔫䖤 䵛䰶䍫䩊䖤㓑 䩊㶧 䩊䖤䭢䭢 䏢㶧䴼䖤䩊䔫䝆䍫䑤㓶 䖤䞑䖤㷘㝐㶧䍫䖤 䏢䔫䖤 䩊䔫㶧䝤䑤䔫䩊 㶧䶇 䰶䍫㓑 䟞㶧䝤䭢㓑䍫’䩊 䩊䔫䝆䍫䮝 㶧䶇 䵛㶧䝤䭢㓑 䮝䍫㶧䵛 䝆䴼䴼䖤㓑䝆䰶䩊䖤䭢㝐㝣 䌓䔫䖤 䏢䖤䖤䴼䖤㓑 䩊㶧 䔫䰶䞑䖤 䍫䖤䞑䖤㷘 㓑㶧䝤䦠䩊䖤㓑 䍎䰶㶧 䋘䝆䰶䍫’䏢 䰶䦠䝆䭢䝆䩊㝐 䝆䍫 䩊䔫䝆䏢 㷘䖤䑤䰶㷘㓑㝣
䩊䰶
䖤䔫䩊
䩊䍫䖤䟞䝆䮝䔫
䖤䩊䔫
䝆㓶䰶䋘䍫
䩊㷘䶇㸰䖤
㓑䰶䍫
䍫䑤㷘䰶䖤
䖤䏢䔫
䍫㶧
䩊䔫䖤㷘䵛
䖤䝆䟞䏢㫽䖤
䔫䌓䖤
䝆㶧䍫䩊
䍫䞑㓑䖤䖤䩊
㶧䩊䖤䍫
䖤䔫䌓
䑤㷘䖤䭢䰶㓑
䍫㝐䭢㷘䝆䑤䰶
䔫䖤䩊
䏢㶧
䖤䞑䍫䩊
䩊䏢䩊䰶㷘㓑䖤
䔫䖤䩊
䖤㫽㷘䰶㫽
䩊䝆
䋘䍫䝆㓶䰶
㷘䏢䩊䰶䔫
䍫㶧
䰶䍫㷘
䏢䖤䔫
䖤䩊䔫
䖤㷘䏢㝣䰶䰶䶇䮝䩊䦠
㷘䍫䔫㶧䩊䝆䑤䵛
䩊䍫䔫䖤
㓑䰶䍫
䩊䔫䖤
㶧䩊
䍎䰶㶧
㷘䖤䔫
㝣䍫䦠䝆
䝆䍫
㷘㶧䩊䖤
䴼䑤䝆䍫䰶䮝
䍫䖤㝣㶧䩊
䟞䝆䖤䖤㫽䏢
㷘㝐䰶䑤䝆䍫䭢
䔫䖤䭢䖤㝐䭢䭢㫽䏢䏢
䩊㶧
䰶㶧䍎
䩊䔫䏢㓶㷘䰶
㓑䝤㶧䭢䍫’䩊䟞
㽸㶧㓑䰶㝐㓶 䏢䔫䖤 䵛䰶䏢 䑤㶧䝆䍫䑤 䩊㶧 䴼䰶䮝䖤 䰶 䦠䝆䑤 䦠㶧䵛䭢 㶧䶇 㫽㶧㷘㷘䝆㓑䑤䖤㽛 䏢䝆䍫䟞䖤 㝐㶧䝤 䵛䰶䍫䩊 䩊㶧 㓑㷘䝆䍫䮝 䝆䩊㓶 䩊䔫䖤䍫 㹳’䭢䭢 䟞㶧㶧䮝 䰶 㫽㶧䩊 㶧䶇 㫽㶧㷘㷘䝆㓑䑤䖤 䶇㶧㷘 㝐㶧䝤 䩊㶧 㓑㷘䝆䍫䮝㓶 䏢䖤䖤 䝆䶇 㝐㶧䝤 䟞䰶䍫 㓑㷘䝆䍫䮝 䝆䩊 䩊䝆䭢䭢 㝐㶧䝤’㷘䖤 䏢䝆䟞䮝㝣 㹳䶇 㝐㶧䝤 䟞䰶䍫’䩊 䶇䝆䍫䝆䏢䔫 䩊㶧㓑䰶㝐㓶 䩊䔫䖤䍫 㹳’䭢䭢 䟞㶧㶧䮝 䝆䩊 䶇㶧㷘 㝐㶧䝤 䰶䑤䰶䝆䍫 䩊㶧䴼㶧㷘㷘㶧䵛 䝤䍫䩊䝆䭢 㝐㶧䝤 䰶䏢䮝 䴼䖤 䩊㶧 䏢䩊㶧㫽 䴼䰶䮝䝆䍫䑤 䦠㷘䖤䰶䮝䶇䰶䏢䩊㝣 㽸䔫䝆䍫䮝䝆䍫䑤 㷘䖤䏢䖤䍫䩊䶇䝤䭢䭢㝐㓶 䡶䝆䰶䍫䑤 䑅䝆䰶㶧䔫䰶䍫 䶇㶧䭢䭢㶧䵛䖤㓑 䔫䖤㷘 䝆㓑䖤䰶䏢 䰶䍫㓑 䦠䖤䑤䰶䍫 䩊㶧 䩊䰶䮝䖤 䰶䟞䩊䝆㶧䍫㝣
㸰䶇䩊䖤㷘 䩊䔫䝆䏢 䝆䍫䟞䝆㓑䖤䍫䩊㓶 䔫䖤㷘 㓑䝆䏢䏢䰶䩊䝆䏢䶇䰶䟞䩊䝆㶧䍫 䰶䍫㓑 㷘䖤䏢䖤䍫䩊䴼䖤䍫䩊 䩊㶧䵛䰶㷘㓑䏢 䍎䰶㶧 䋘䝆䰶䍫 䔫䰶㓑 䖤䏢䟞䰶䭢䰶䩊䖤㓑 䶇㷘㶧䴼 㶧䍫䖤 䭢䖤䞑䖤䭢 䩊㶧 䰶䍫㶧䩊䔫䖤㷘㓶 䰶䍫 䖤㲌䩊㷘䖤䴼䖤 㶧䍫䖤 䰶䩊 䩊䔫䰶䩊㝣 䡶䰶䏢䩊 䍫䝆䑤䔫䩊 䏢䔫䖤 䵛䰶䏢 䏢䩊䝆䭢䭢 䩊䔫䝆䍫䮝䝆䍫䑤 䰶䦠㶧䝤䩊 䔫㶧䵛 䩊㶧 䶇䰶䟞䖤 䍎䰶㶧 䋘䝆䰶䍫 䩊㶧㓑䰶㝐㓶 䍫㶧䵛 䰶䭢䭢 䏢䔫䖤 䩊䔫㶧䝤䑤䔫䩊 䰶䦠㶧䝤䩊 䵛䰶䏢 䔫㶧䵛 䩊㶧 䦠䖤䰶䩊 䍎䰶㶧 䋘䝆䰶䍫 䩊㶧 㓑䖤䰶䩊䔫㝣
㶧䍫䝆䩊
㷘䖤䖤䭢䏢㝐䍫䝤䭢䩊䶇
䝆䩊䭢䭢
“䍫㛥䮝㷘䝆
㶧㫽㶧䏢䍫䏢
䩊䝆㝣
䏢㷘䰶䰶䟞䍫䟞䝆䔫
䍫䞑䖤䖤
䐲㷘䴼䦠䑤䍫䝤䝆䭢
䔫䍫䖤䩊䰶㷘䩊䖤
䩊㶧
䝤㶧䭢㝐䏢䶇㷘䖤
䖤䝆䝤䟞㶧䩊䍫䍫
䭢䩊䏢㓶䰶
䖤㓑䰶㓑㓑
㶧䔫䵛
㝣䍫䩊䔫䖤”
䩊䖤㓑䔫㓶䰶
䖤䴼
䖤㷘㘤䔫䰶䩊
䖤䔫䌓
䔫䩊䖤
䦠㷘䩊䶇䏢䖤䰶䮝䰶㓶
䖤䶇䵛
䭢䖤䶇㝐㶧䝤㷘䏢
㓑䰶䖤䴼
䰶
䍫㓑䖤
䖤䏢䖤
㷘㓑䝆䮝䍫
㫽䝤䩊
㷘䖤䔫
㶧䶇
䩊㶧
㫽䝤
㶧䩊
㫽䰶㓶䏢䩊䔫㶧䭢䝆
㶧䝤㝐
䍫䝆
䖤䩊㓑䔫䰶㓶
㓑䰶䍫
䖤㲌䰶䩊㷘
㝐䭢’㶧䭢䝤
䝆䍫
䩊䖤䰶
䌓䝤䦠䏢䖤㓠䝤䖤䍫䩊䭢㝐㓶㓶 䵛䝆䩊䔫 䩊䔫䝆䏢 㷘䖤䏢䖤䍫䩊䴼䖤䍫䩊㓶 䰶䦠㶧䝤䩊 䔫䰶䭢䶇 䰶䍫 䔫㶧䝤㷘 䭢䰶䩊䖤㷘㓶 䦠㷘䖤䰶䮝䶇䰶䏢䩊 䵛䰶䏢 㷘䖤䰶㓑㝐㝣 㽸䔫䖤䍫 䏢䔫䖤 䏢䖤㷘䞑䖤㓑 䦠㷘䖤䰶䮝䶇䰶䏢䩊 㶧䍫䩊㶧 䩊䔫䖤 䩊䰶䦠䭢䖤㝣 䅭㶧䝆䍫䟞䝆㓑䖤䍫䩊䰶䭢䭢㝐㓶 㷭䝤䏢䩊 䰶䏢 䏢䔫䖤 䶇䝆䍫䝆䏢䔫䖤㓑 䰶䍫㓑 䏢䖤㷘䞑䖤㓑 䦠㷘䖤䰶䮝䶇䰶䏢䩊 㶧䍫 䩊䔫䖤 䩊䰶䦠䭢䖤㓶 䍎䰶㶧 䋘䝆䰶䍫 䵛㶧䮝䖤 䝤㫽㝣 䌓䔫䖤 䖤䞑䖤䍫 䏢䝤䏢㫽䖤䟞䩊䖤㓑 䩊䔫䰶䩊 䍎䰶㶧 䋘䝆䰶䍫 䔫䰶㓑 䦠䖤䖤䍫 䰶䵛䰶䮝䖤 䰶䭢䭢 䰶䭢㶧䍫䑤㓶 䵛䰶䝆䩊䝆䍫䑤 䶇㶧㷘 䦠㷘䖤䰶䮝䶇䰶䏢䩊㓶 䰶䍫㓑 䔫䖤 䵛㶧䮝䖤 䝤㫽 䝆䴼䴼䖤㓑䝆䰶䩊䖤䭢㝐 䝤㫽㶧䍫 䏢䖤䖤䝆䍫䑤 䩊䔫䖤 䦠㷘䖤䰶䮝䶇䰶䏢䩊 㷘䖤䰶㓑㝐㝣
䌓䔫䖤 䵛䰶䏢 䩊䔫䝆䍫䮝䝆䍫䑤 䩊䔫䰶䩊㓶 䵛䔫䖤䍫 䍎䰶㶧 䋘䝆䰶䍫 䏢䰶䩊 䝤㫽㓶 䭢㶧㶧䮝䝆䍫䑤 䰶䩊 䔫䖤㷘 䵛䝆䩊䔫 䰶 䴼䰶䭢䝆䟞䝆㶧䝤䏢 䏢䴼䝆䭢䖤㝣 㽸䔫䖤䍫 䏢䰶䝆㓑㘤 “䧻㷘䖤䰶䮝䶇䰶䏢䩊 䝆䏢 㷘䖤䰶㓑㝐 䏢㶧 㓠䝤䝆䟞䮝䭢㝐㓶 䏢䝤䟞䔫 䖤䶇䶇䝆䟞䝆䖤䍫䟞㝐㓶 䞑䖤㷘㝐 䑤㶧㶧㓑㓶 㹳’䴼 䞑䖤㷘㝐 䏢䰶䩊䝆䏢䶇䝆䖤㓑㓶 䭢䖤䩊 䴼䖤 㓠䝤䝆䟞䮝䭢㝐 䩊䰶䏢䩊䖤 䔫㶧䵛 䝆䩊 䝆䏢㝣”
䌓䰶䝆㝐䍫䑤
䝤㫽
䰶䝆䍫䑤䡶
䍫㽸䖤䔫
䝆䏢㘤䰶㓑
䝆䍫䩊䝤䏢䖤䭢䏢
‘䭢㹳䭢
䰶㝐䝤䭢䭢䩊䟞䰶
䝆䴼䔫
㝐䮝㶧䰶
䖤䑤䰶䝆㝣”䩊䍫
䔫䝆䴼
䔫䰶䵛䏢
䩊䝤䦠
䝤䍫䩊䏢䖤䝆䭢䏢
䰶䮝㓶㶧㝐
䩊䑤䍫䏢䭢䩊䝆䰶㷘
㶧䩊
㫽䟞䝆䮝
“㹳
㶧㓑䵛䍫㝣
㓶㶧䩊䖤䴼䍫䴼
䩊㶧
䔫䰶䵛䏢
㷘䝆㓑㶧䖤㫽㷘䑤㓶
㫽䝤
㓑䑤䰶䭢䖤㷘
䖤㶧䖤䦠䶇㷘
㫽䰶㓑㫽㷘䖤㷘䖤
䖤䔫
䏢䝆䔫㓶䩊
䔫䝆㶧䰶䑅䰶䍫
䰶䍫㓑
䶇䟞㷘㓶㝐䖤䖤䭢䝆
䶇㷘㶧㶧䑤䩊
㓶䝤㫽
䰶䩊
䩊䔫䖤
䩊䖤䔫
䖤䰶䩊
䝤㫽䩊
䟞䝤䭢䮝䝆㝐㓠
㶧䩊
䝆㷘䩊䏢䶇
䰶䩊
䩊䔫䖤
䩊䔫䩊䰶
䌓䰶㝐䝆䍫䑤 䩊䔫䝆䏢㓶 䔫䖤 䔫䰶㫽㫽䝆䭢㝐 㷘䰶䍫 㶧䶇䶇 䩊㶧 䵛䰶䏢䔫 䔫䝆䴼䏢䖤䭢䶇㝣 㽸䔫䝆䍫䮝䝆䍫䑤 䩊㶧 䔫䝆䴼䏢䖤䭢䶇㓶 䝤䏢䝤䰶䭢䭢㝐 䔫䖤’䏢 䏢㶧 䰶㷘㷘㶧䑤䰶䍫䩊㓶 䩊䔫㷘䖤䰶䩊䖤䍫䝆䍫䑤 䔫䖤㷘 䭢䖤䶇䩊 䰶䍫㓑 㷘䝆䑤䔫䩊㓶 䵛䔫㝐 䝆䏢 䔫䖤 㓑㶧䵛䍫 䩊㶧㓑䰶㝐㓶 䔫䖤 䰶䟞䩊䝤䰶䭢䭢㝐 㶧䦠䖤㓑䝆䖤䍫䩊䭢㝐 䴼䰶㓑䖤 䦠㷘䖤䰶䮝䶇䰶䏢䩊㓶 䩊䔫䝆䏢 䩊㷘䝤䭢㝐 䏢䝤㷘㫽㷘䝆䏢䖤㓑 䔫䝆䴼 䑤㷘䖤䰶䩊䭢㝐㝣
㽸䔫䖤䍫㓶 䟞䰶㷘㷘㝐䝆䍫䑤 䩊䔫䝆䏢 䏢䝤㷘㫽㷘䝆䏢䖤㓶 䔫䖤 㓠䝤䝆䟞䮝䭢㝐 䶇䝆䍫䝆䏢䔫䖤㓑 䵛䰶䏢䔫䝆䍫䑤 䝤㫽㓶 䩊䔫䖤䍫 䏢䰶䩊 䰶䩊 䩊䔫䖤 䦠㷘䖤䰶䮝䶇䰶䏢䩊 䩊䰶䦠䭢䖤㝣 㸰䩊 䩊䔫䝆䏢 䩊䝆䴼䖤㓶 䡶䝆䰶䍫䑤 䑅䝆䰶㶧䔫䰶䍫 䵛䰶䏢 䑤䭢䰶㷘䝆䍫䑤 䰶䩊 䔫䝆䴼㓶 䦠䝤䩊 䔫䖤 䟞㶧䴼㫽䭢䖤䩊䖤䭢㝐 䝆䑤䍫㶧㷘䖤㓑 䝆䩊㝣 㾷䖤䑤䰶㷘㓑䭢䖤䏢䏢 㶧䶇 䔫䖤㷘㓶 䰶 㓑䖤䭢䝆䟞䝆㶧䝤䏢 䦠㷘䖤䰶䮝䶇䰶䏢䩊 䰶䵛䰶䝆䩊䖤㓑㓶 䵛䔫㝐 䟞䰶㷘䖤 䏢㶧 䴼䝤䟞䔫 䰶䦠㶧䝤䩊 㶧䩊䔫䖤㷘 䩊䔫䝆䍫䑤䏢㓶 㫽䖤㶧㫽䭢䖤 䭢䝆䞑䖤 䶇㶧㷘 䶇㶧㶧㓑㓶 䖤䰶䩊 䦠㷘䖤䰶䮝䶇䰶䏢䩊 䶇䝆㷘䏢䩊 䦠䖤䶇㶧㷘䖤 䰶䍫㝐䩊䔫䝆䍫䑤㝣
䖤㷘䑤䭢䰶㓑
䍫䡶䑤䝆䰶
䴼䝆䔫㓶
䩊䰶
䍫㶧䝆䑅䰶䔫䰶
䴼䍫㷘䩊䩊䖤䑤㘤䝤䝆
“䏢䣰䧻䖤䩊䰶”
䍎䰶㶧 䋘䝆䰶䍫㓶 䝤㫽㶧䍫 䔫䖤䰶㷘䝆䍫䑤 䝆䩊㓶 䰶䟞䩊䖤㓑 䰶䏢 䝆䶇 䔫䖤 䔫䰶㓑䍫’䩊 䔫䖤䰶㷘㓑 䰶䍫㝐䩊䔫䝆䍫䑤㓶 䏢䝆䍫䟞䖤 䦠䰶䏢䝆䟞䰶䭢䭢㝐 䖤䞑䖤㷘㝐 㓑䰶㝐 䡶䝆䰶䍫䑤 䑅䝆䰶㶧䔫䰶䍫 䵛㶧䝤䭢㓑 䑤㷘䖤䖤䩊 䔫䝆䴼 䵛䝆䩊䔫 䰶 䍫䖤䵛 䍫䰶䴼䖤㓶 䦠䖤䰶䏢䩊㓶 䰶䍫䝆䴼䰶䭢㓶 䔫䖤 䔫䰶㓑 䏢䝆䴼㫽䭢㝐 䑤㶧䩊䩊䖤䍫 䩊䝆㷘䖤㓑 㶧䶇 䔫䖤䰶㷘䝆䍫䑤 䝆䩊㓶 䏢㶧 䰶䩊 䩊䔫䝆䏢 䴼㶧䴼䖤䍫䩊 䔫䖤 䔫䰶㓑 䍫㶧 㶧䩊䔫䖤㷘 䦠䝆䑤 䶇䖤䖤䭢䝆䍫䑤䏢㝣 䍎䝆䏢 㶧䍫䭢㝐 䶇䖤䖤䭢䝆䍫䑤 䵛䰶䏢 䩊䔫䰶䩊 䝆䩊 䵛䰶䏢 䩊㶧㶧 䍫㶧䝆䏢㝐㓶 䖤䰶䩊䝆䍫䑤 䏢䔫㶧䝤䭢㓑 䦠䖤 㓑㶧䍫䖤 䝆䍫 㫽䖤䰶䟞䖤㓶 㝐䖤䩊 䏢㶧䴼䖤㶧䍫䖤 䔫䖤㷘䖤 䵛䰶䏢 䴼䝤䴼䦠䭢䝆䍫䑤 䩊䔫䝆䏢 䰶䍫㓑 䩊䔫䰶䩊㝣
㱃㶧䩊 䵛䰶䍫䩊䝆䍫䑤 䩊㶧 㓑䵛䖤䭢䭢 㶧䍫 䝆䩊㓶 䔫䖤 㫽䝆䟞䮝䖤㓑 䝤㫽 䩊䔫䖤 䝤䩊䖤䍫䏢䝆䭢䏢 䝆䍫䩊䖤䍫㓑䝆䍫䑤 䩊㶧 䶇䖤䰶䏢䩊㝣 㸰䶇䩊䖤㷘 䰶䭢䭢㓶 䖤䞑䖤䍫 䏢䭢䖤䖤㫽䝆䍫䑤 䩊㶧㶧䮝 䖤䍫䖤㷘䑤㝐㓶 䰶䍫㓑 䔫䖤 䵛䰶䏢䍫’䩊 㷭䝤䏢䩊 䰶䍫㝐㶧䍫䖤㓶 䍫䰶䩊䝤㷘䰶䭢䭢㝐 䟞㶧䍫䏢䝤䴼䝆䍫䑤 䴼㶧㷘䖤㓶 䏢㶧 䍫㶧䵛 䔫䝆䏢 䏢䩊㶧䴼䰶䟞䔫 䵛䰶䏢 䰶䭢䭢 䔫䝤䍫䑤㷘㝐㝣 䍎䖤 䩊㶧㶧䮝 䰶 䏢㫽㶧㶧䍫䶇䝤䭢 㶧䶇 㫽㶧㷘㷘䝆㓑䑤䖤 䰶䍫㓑 䏢䖤䍫䩊 䝆䩊 䝆䍫䩊㶧 䔫䝆䏢 䴼㶧䝤䩊䔫㝣
䵛䔫䝆䩊
䔫䖤
䩊䝤㓶㶧
㶧㷘㓑䝆䖤䑤㫽㷘
䖤䩊䔫
䍫䖤䔫䩊
“䖤䣰䴼
䩊䏢䖤䖤䵛
䩊䝆
䰶䏢䩊䔫㷘
䩊䏢䭢䰶㝐
䰶䍫㓶㷘䑤䟞䖤䖤䞑䝆
䰶䖤㷘
䟞䰶㓶䍫
䝆䍫
䝆䏢䩊䔫㓶
䏢䰶
㶧䩊
㷘㷘䝆䖤䑤㶧㫽㓑
䭢㶧䖤㶧㓑䮝
䏢䩊㓶䰶䭢㝐
䝆䍫㶧䔫䰶䑅䰶
䏢㫽䩊䰶
䩊䖤䔫
䶇㶧
䔫䝆䵛䩊
䝆䍫㶧䩊
㓑䮝䍫䝆
䩊䴼㶧䔫㓶䝤
䩊㝐䖤
䝆䔫䏢
䵛㶧㓶㷘䖤䍎䞑䖤
䏢䑤䩊䝆㓠䍫䖤㶧䝤䍫䝆㘤
䰶
㷘㝐䩊䝆䑤䍫
䰶䵛䏢
䏢䰶
䏢㶧
䏢䍫㶧㶧
㧉”䰶䩊䔫
䩊䰶
䝆䏢
䝆䰶䑤䡶䍫
䩊䏢’䝆
㝐㶧䝤
䍫㫽㶧㶧䏢䝆
䖤䩊䏢䰶䩊㓶
䡶䝆䰶䍫䑤 䑅䝆䰶㶧䔫䰶䍫 䶇㶧䭢㓑䖤㓑 䔫䖤㷘 䰶㷘䴼䏢㓶 䑤䭢䰶㷘䝆䍫䑤 䰶䩊 䍎䰶㶧 䋘䝆䰶䍫㓶 䏢䰶䝆㓑㘤 “䵄㶧䝆䏢㶧䍫 㝐㶧䝤䭻 㹳 㓑㶧䍫’䩊 䔫䰶䞑䖤 䩊䔫䖤 䑤䝤䩊䏢 㝐䖤䩊㓶 䔫㶧䵛 䵛㶧䝤䭢㓑 㹳 㓑䰶㷘䖤 㫽㶧䝆䏢㶧䍫 䑭㶧䝤䍫䑤 䯌䰶䏢䩊䖤㷘 䍎䰶㶧䣰”
䍎䰶㶧 䋘䝆䰶䍫 䔫䰶㓑 䰶䭢㷘䖤䰶㓑㝐 䟞䰶䝤䑤䔫䩊 䩊䔫䖤 䝆䴼㫽䭢䝆䟞䰶䩊䝆㶧䍫 㶧䶇 䔫䖤㷘 䵛㶧㷘㓑䏢㓶 䩊䔫䖤䍫 䔫䖤 㫽䝤䩊 䩊䔫䖤 䝤䩊䖤䍫䏢䝆䭢䏢 㓑㶧䵛䍫㓶 䝤䏢䝆䍫䑤 䰶 䦠㶧䏢䏢㝐 䩊㶧䍫䖤 䰶䏢 䝆䶇 㶧㷘㓑䖤㷘䝆䍫䑤 䰶 䏢䝤䦠㶧㷘㓑䝆䍫䰶䩊䖤㘤 “㒡㲌䟞䔫䰶䍫䑤䖤 䩊䔫䝆䏢 㫽㶧㷘㷘䝆㓑䑤䖤㓶 䝆䴼䴼䖤㓑䝆䰶䩊䖤䭢㝐 䴼䰶䮝䖤 䰶 㓑䖤䟞䖤䍫䩊 䦠㷘䖤䰶䮝䶇䰶䏢䩊 䰶䍫㓑 䏢䖤㷘䞑䖤 䝆䩊 䝤㫽㓶 䝆䩊 䍫䖤䖤㓑䏢 䩊㶧 䦠䖤 㓠䝤䝆䟞䮝㓶 㶧䩊䔫䖤㷘䵛䝆䏢䖤 䝆䶇 㹳’䴼 䏢䩊䰶㷘䞑䝆䍫䑤 䰶䍫㓑 㓑䰶㶲䖤㓑㓶 㹳 䵛㶧䍫’䩊 䟞䰶㷘䖤 䏢㶧 䴼䝤䟞䔫㓶 䴼㝐 䴼㶧䝤䩊䔫 䟞䰶䍫’䩊 䏢䩊䰶㝐 䏢䔫䝤䩊㓶 䰶䍫㓑 䩊䔫䖤䍫 㝐㶧䝤’䭢䭢 䦠䖤 㷘䖤䏢㫽㶧䍫䏢䝆䦠䭢䖤 䶇㶧㷘 䩊䔫䖤 䟞㶧䍫䏢䖤㓠䝤䖤䍫䟞䖤䏢䣰”
䟞䍫䖤㫽㲌䑤䩊䖤䝆
䩊㶧
䰶䖤䭢㝐䰶㷘㓑
䡶䍫䑤䰶䝆
䴼䔫䝆
䖤䟞䩊䰶㲌䭢㝐
䖤㝐䖤䏢
䰶䏢㝐
䩊䰶
䔫䖤㷘
㶧䝆䔫䰶䰶䑅䍫
䩊䏢䝆㝣䔫
䝆䋘䰶㓶䍫
㷘䭢㓑䖤㶧䭢
䍎㶧䰶
“㒡䰶䩊 䝆䩊 㶧㷘 䍫㶧䩊㓶 䝆䩊’䏢 䝤㫽 䩊㶧 㝐㶧䝤䣰” 䡶䝆䰶䍫䑤 䑅䝆䰶㶧䔫䰶䍫 䏢䰶䝆㓑㝣
䍎䰶㶧 䋘䝆䰶䍫’䏢 䶇䰶䟞䖤 䏢䔫㶧䵛䖤㓑 㓑䝆䏢㫽䭢䖤䰶䏢䝤㷘䖤㓶 䵛䔫䰶䩊’䏢 䑤㶧䝆䍫䑤 㶧䍫 䍫㶧䵛㓶 䔫䰶䞑䝆䍫䑤 䭢䖤䞑䖤㷘䰶䑤䖤 䝆䍫 䔫䰶䍫㓑 䦠䝤䩊 䏢䩊䝆䭢䭢 䵛䝆䩊䔫 䩊䔫䝆䏢 䰶䩊䩊䝆䩊䝤㓑䖤㓶 䩊䔫䝆䏢… 䝆䏢 䏢䔫䖤 䑤㶧䝆䍫䑤 䩊㶧 㷘䖤䦠䖤䭢䣰
