Flash Marriage: He is a Wife-pampering Addict-Chapter 1994: After 1993, What Do You Want?

Capítulo 1994: After 1993, What Do You Want?

Wen Jin’s handsome face suddenly darkened.

His gaze was cold as he glanced at Jing Xiaocha, who had red eyes and was extremely aggrieved. He turned the steering wheel, slowed down, and stepped on the brake.

The sharp sound of the tires rubbing against the ground, accompanied by the inertia of the sudden stop, caused Jing Xiaocha’s body to jerk violently in the passenger seat.

“Since you feel I have no right to interfere in your affairs, just pretend I never said anything. From now on, what you want to do is your own business.”

Wen Jin’s words were cold and devoid of any warmth.

Jing Xiaocha felt a chill throughout her body, as if transitioning directly from summer to winter.

The color on her face faded once again as she looked at Wen Jin’s icy eyes. Her lips trembled, but she finally only managed to utter a ‘thank you’ before opening the car door and stepping out.

Just as she closed the door and steadied herself, the sound of the car engine echoed in her ears, and Wen Jin’s car disappeared from her sight in a cloud of dust.

Jing Xiaocha clenched her hands tightly by her sides into fists, her lips trembling uncontrollably. A surge of heat rolled through her heart, crashing in waves, overflowing her nose, and flooding her eyes.

Yet stubbornly, she refused to let it turn into tears and fall.

Jing Xiaocha held no blame or resentment, just felt wronged, misunderstood by the person she liked and mocked, questioned, each of which was a form of hurt to her.

She inhaled deeply through her nose, Jing Xiaocha, don’t cry.

From the beginning, you knew this was just your one-sided sentiment; he has someone he likes, someone he treasures like a treasure.

The reason he intervened just now was not to help you, but because Sister Wen was there.

The clearer she understood, the more the pain throbbed in her heart.

If she hadn’t been moved, hadn’t felt emotions at the start, she wouldn’t feel so sad now.

If she could control her feelings, not approach, not be like a moth flying into flames just for a little warmth.

She wouldn’t end up abandoned by the roadside.

Past vehicles and sharp horn sounds came close and then faded away.

Jing Xiaocha realized she was left in a place difficult to hail a taxi.

She looked at the high heels on her feet, then raised her head to look at the blazing sun above, a sourness spreading once more from her nose.

After walking under the blazing sun for a few minutes, a black Aston stopped in front of her. The car door opened, and Wen Ran’s concerned voice came through, “Xiaocha, get in the car.”

Jing Xiaocha turned her head to see Wen Ran get out of the car, his face showing concern.

In the driver’s seat sat Mo Xiuchen.

Not seeing Ziyi, Momo, and Xinxin, the three children, Jing Xiaocha didn’t want to trouble others, even less be a third wheel.

Instinctively, she shook her head, “Sister Wen, you don’t need to worry about me, I’ll get a taxi myself.”

“The sun is too blazing, let’s talk once you’re in the car.”

Wen Ran shielded the sun on her face with one hand, and reached out with the other to pull Jing Xiaocha.

Jing Xiaocha had no choice but to get in the car, and Wen Ran, who had originally been in the passenger seat, followed her to the back seat.

“Sister Wen, why are you…”

Wen Ran smiled lightly, interrupting Jing Xiaocha, “We were originally heading home, but my brother called and told me you got out of the car here, so I came to pick you up.”

A hint of surprise flashed in Jing Xiaocha’s eyes, as she hesitated to speak, “Brother Wen…”

“Xiaocha, did my brother say something hurtful? He actually cares about you, don’t blame him.”

Wen Ran was unsure of what had happened between Wen Jin and Jing Xiaocha, which led to Jing Xiaocha getting out of the car halfway.

Wen Jin hadn’t said much on the phone, just informed her that Jing Xiaocha got out of the car here.

Wen Ran had been guessing all along, it should be related to Jin Zheyu and Jing Xiaocha’s matter.

Her brother had always treated Jing Xiaocha well.

Although in front of reporters, he hadn’t verbally said that he considered Jing Xiaocha a sister.

But Wen Ran could sense it, her brother always took care of Jing Xiaocha as if she were his sister.

Jing Xiaocha shook her head immediately, “I don’t blame Brother Wen, it’s all my fault for affecting Sister Bai and President Luo’s wedding today.”

Wen Ran sighed softly, “How could anyone blame you? It’s not your fault for being liked, but after today’s two incidents, the newspapers and magazines tomorrow will likely have some gossip about you and Jin Zheyu. Be prepared mentally, don’t care too much about what those reporters write.”

Wen Ran knew first-hand the imagination of those reporters and their sharp pens that hurt with force.

Jing Xiaocha smiled bitterly, “Things have developed like this, I can’t stop those reporters, they can write whatever they want.”

Anyway, she had a clear conscience.

She neither had any ambiguity with Jin Zheyu nor was she his girlfriend.

Only, Jing Xiaocha couldn’t understand, why did Jin Fengjiao, who clearly disliked her, say that?

“In the future, stay away from Jin Fengjiao.”

Wen Ran advised kindly, seeing Jing Xiaocha’s face full of confusion.

She softly explained, “Jin Fengjiao might like my brother, because of the new film they are working on, she’s been calling my brother frequently these days. And I heard that day outside Yi Pin Xuan Pavilion, Jin Fengjiao saw you get into my brother’s car.”

“Sister Wen, actually besides that afternoon, that night Jin Fengjiao had asked to meet with me.”

Jing Xiaocha thought for a moment and told Wen Ran about Jin Fengjiao asking to meet her that night.

“So today she spoke those words at Xiaoxiao’s wedding in front of the guests and reporters because my brother was also present.”

“Brother Wen and I are completely innocent.”

Jing Xiaocha was angry at Jin Fengjiao’s behavior today.

“But Jin Fengjiao sees you as an obstacle, if she sees you in the future, just ignore her.”

Wen Ran paused softly, then added, “Xiaocha, Jin Zheyu is not suitable for you, it’s right to reject him.”

“I don’t like him.”

Jing Xiaocha answered frankly, not knowing what is called suitable, nor having thought so much, just simply because of not liking him.

So she rejected Jin Zheyu, no matter his status or family background.

Wen Ran smiled understandingly, “That’s good, the Jin Family is complex, you’re too pure, even if you were with Jin Zheyu, you wouldn’t easily find happiness in the Jin Family in the future.”

Wen Ran’s understanding of the Jin Family came from Mo Xiuchen, even facing Father Jin and Mother Jin, Xiaocha wouldn’t pass the test.

If speaking privately, Wen Ran actually hoped more that Jing Xiaocha would be with her brother Wen Jin.

This morning at the hotel, the scene where Jing Xiaocha held flowers and was embraced by her brother was very beautiful.

Wen Ran and Mo Xiuchen drove Jing Xiaocha to her apartment and didn’t return home immediately, but went to Wen Jin’s house.

“Ranran, don’t ask Ah Jin anything directly, if there’s anything you want to know, I’ll ask for you.”

Before arriving at Wen Jin’s house, Mo Xiuchen gently advised Wen Ran, who had switched to the passenger seat.

Wen Ran pouted, very dissatisfied with her brother leaving Jing Xiaocha by the roadside.

It was really ungentlemanly, no matter how angry you are, you shouldn’t leave a girl by the roadside.

Especially now in this hot weather.

盧

盧

䩷䰉㖀䰉䱄䰉㼌

擄

㷊䩷䩷䍝

㸑䤙䣚㼌

䩷㭃㣪㤳

㫼䍝㼌

櫓

㷊㭃䰉䘇㫼

䘇䤙䩷㣪䩷䍝㼌㭃䵀

䵀䰉㷊

䰉䵅㼌

䤙㭃䩷㤳㸑㣪䰉㼌㷊

爐

老

蘆

䍝㶪䱄䩱䍝㤳

露

䌹㭃㷊䃷䍝䤙䍝

䍝㩮㼌

㷊䤙㼌䩷㸑

㺼㷊䰉

虜

䵀䰉㭃㷊䵀㖀䩷

㦇㤳䤙

㠓㤳䘇䍝䵀

䩷䰉㷊㣪䴌

䱄䩱䒙㭃㫼

盧

䛬㷊䰉 㾹䰉䩱䩷 䩷㷊䍝䩷 㖀䰉㾹㭃䵀䰉 䌹䤙䍝㭃䃷㷊䍝 䱄䰉㼌䩷 䍝㖀䵀㭃䍝㫼㦇 㤳㷊䰉 㸑㭃䩷 䍝䩱㭃㼌㸑 㞖䰉䵀㶪 䱄䰉䩱䩱 䱄䤙䩷㷊 㷊䰉䵀 㖀䵀㭃䩷㷊䰉䵀䴌

㗹䩱䩷㷊㭃䒙㸑㷊 䌹䤙䍝㭃䃷㷊䍝 䤙㤳 㶪㭃䒙㼌㸑㦇 㤳㷊䰉 䤙㤳 䍝 㤳䰉㼌㤳䤙㖀䩱䰉 㸑䤙䵀䩱 䍝㼌㫼 㠓㼌㭃䱄㤳 㷊㭃䱄 䩷㭃 䩷䍝㠓䰉 䃷䍝䵀䰉 㭃㾹 䘇䰉㭃䘇䩱䰉䴌 䧎䰉䵀 䩱䤙㞖䰉䩱㶪 㼌䍝䩷䒙䵀䰉 䃷㭃㣪䘇䩱䰉㣪䰉㼌䩷㤳 㷊䰉䵀 㖀䵀㭃䩷㷊䰉䵀’㤳 䃷㷊䍝䵀䍝䃷䩷䰉䵀䴌

㭃䜺

䩷䘇㫼䩷䍝䰉

䩱䰉䰉䤙䩷䩷䍝䍝䃷㭃㼌㾹㶪㾹

䍝

‘㼌㭖㭃䩷”

䰉䩱㷊䘇

䩱㫼㦇㣪䤙㤳䰉

㸑㼌㦇䍝㶪䵀

㖀䤙䴌䩷”

㤳䍝䰉䵀䤙㫼

㤳㷊䤙

䥯’䩱䩱

䍝

䰉㫼䍝㷊㦇

㤳䰉㼌㤳䩱㭃

㶪㭃䒙

‘㩮㤳䍝㼌

䰉㖀

䤙㼌

䍝㼌㦇㫼㷊

䤙㼌䣚

䤙䰉䒙䌹䃷㷊㼌

䍝㼌㫼

㗹㷊

䩷䰉㷊䃷䍝

䵅䰉㼌

“䥯 㼌䰉㞖䰉䵀 㤳䍝䤙㫼 䥯 䱄䍝㼌䩷䰉㫼 䩷㭃 䩷䰉䍝䃷㷊 㷊䤙㣪 䍝 䩱䰉㤳㤳㭃㼌䴌”

䵅䰉㼌 㩮䍝㼌’㤳 㸑䩱㭃㭃㣪㶪 䱄㭃䵀㫼㤳 㣪䍝㫼䰉 䜺㭃 䌹䤙䒙䃷㷊䰉㼌 䩱䍝䒙㸑㷊 㷊䰉䍝䵀䩷䤙䩱㶪䴌 䧎䰉 㠓㼌䰉䱄 䩷㷊䍝䩷 㩮䍝㼌䵀䍝㼌 䱄䍝㤳 䩧䒙㤳䩷 䩷㭃㭃 䃷㭃㼌䃷䰉䵀㼌䰉㫼 䍝㖀㭃䒙䩷 㗹㷊 䣚䤙㼌䴌

㭃㤳

㤳䤙㷊

䰉䍝䵀㶪䩱

䤙㼌

䩷䍝㦇㾹䃷

䍝㼌䩷䩷䤙䰉㼌䩷㭃

䰉㷊

䍝㼌㷊䩷

䩷㷊䍝䩷

㸑䴌䤙䩱䵀

䩱㾹䍝䩱

䩱䱄㭃䒙㫼

䍝䰉䵀㼌㷊䩷㭃

㷊䘇䰉㤳㭃

㼌䵅䰉

䍝㩮㼌

㾹㷊㤳䩷䤙

䒙䃷㭃䩱㫼

㼌䵅䰉

㭃䜺

䣚䤙㼌

㭃䰉㞖䩱

䍝㫼㼌

䰉䰉㼌㞖

䍝䩱䩱

䰉㭃㣪䵀

䩷䍝㷊䩷

䥯㼌

䩷䰉䰉䩱䩷㤳

㭃䱄㫼㼌

㷊䰉㼌䒙䤙䃷䌹

㭃䩷

䃺㼌䩱㶪 䩷㷊䰉㼌 䃷㭃䒙䩱㫼 㷊䰉 䩷䵀䒙䩱㶪 䩱䰉䩷 㸑㭃 㭃㾹 䩷㷊㭃㤳䰉 㾹䰉䰉䩱䤙㼌㸑㤳 㾹㭃䵀 㩮䍝㼌䵀䍝㼌䴌

㺼㷊䤙㤳 䤙㤳 䍝 㤳䰉䃷䵀䰉䩷䴌 䵅䰉㼌 䣚䤙㼌 䱄㭃㼌’䩷 㤳䍝㶪 䤙䩷㦇 䍝㼌㫼 䜺㭃 䌹䤙䒙䃷㷊䰉㼌 䱄㭃㼌’䩷 䵀䰉㞖䰉䍝䩱 䤙䩷 䰉䤙䩷㷊䰉䵀䴌

䵀䰉㖀㷊䩷㭃㦇䵀

䵀䩷㾹㭃㼌

㼌㭃䩷

㖀㶪

㾹㭃

㼌䥯

㫼㖀㭃㭃䩱

㼌䍝䩷㷊

㤳䩷䵀㭃䵀㖀㷊䰉䴌

䱄䍝㤳䍝䩱㶪

㦇㭃䩱㖀㫼㭃

㤳䤙

㩮㦇䍝㼌䍝㼌䵀

䰉䵅㼌

䰉䵀㷊

䒙䩷㖀

䣚䤙㼌

㭃㤳䵀䃷䰉䩱

䜺㭃 䌹䤙䒙䃷㷊䰉㼌 㼌䍝䩷䒙䵀䍝䩱䩱㶪 㫼㭃䰉㤳㼌’䩷 䱄䍝㼌䩷 㩮䍝㼌䵀䍝㼌 䩷㭃 㠓㼌㭃䱄 䩷㷊䍝䩷 䩷㷊䰉 㖀䵀㭃䩷㷊䰉䵀 㤳㷊䰉’㤳 㖀䰉䰉㼌 䱄䤙䩷㷊 㾹㭃䵀 㭃㞖䰉䵀 䍝 㫼䰉䃷䍝㫼䰉 䍝䃷䩷䒙䍝䩱䩱㶪 㷊䍝䵀㖀㭃䵀㤳 䩷㷊㭃㤳䰉 㠓䤙㼌㫼㤳 㭃㾹 㾹䰉䰉䩱䤙㼌㸑㤳 㾹㭃䵀 㷊䰉䵀䴌

㺼㷊䰉 䩷䱄㭃 㭃㾹 䩷㷊䰉㣪 䤙㼌䩷䰉䵀䩱䍝䃷䰉㫼 䩷㷊䰉䤙䵀 㾹䤙㼌㸑䰉䵀㤳 䍝㤳 䩷㷊䰉㶪 䰉㼌䩷䰉䵀䰉㫼 䩷㷊䰉 䵅䰉㼌 䎕䍝㣪䤙䩱㶪 㷊㭃㣪䰉㦇 䍝㼌㫼 㤳䍝䱄 䵅䰉㼌 䣚䤙㼌 䩱䍝㼪䤙䩱㶪 䵀䰉䃷䩱䤙㼌䤙㼌㸑 㭃㼌 䩷㷊䰉 㤳㭃㾹䍝 䤙㼌 䩷㷊䰉 䩱䤙㞖䤙㼌㸑 䵀㭃㭃㣪䴌

䍝㣪㭃䍝䵀

㾹㭃䵀㣪

䃺㼌

䱄㤳䍝

㭃㾹

䰉䃷㾹㭃㾹䰉

㾹䍝䤙䩷㼌

䃷䒙䘇䴌

㷊䩷䰉

㼌䤙 𝕗𝕣𝐞𝐞𝘄𝐞𝚋𝚗𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹.𝚌𝕠𝚖

㾹㭃䰉䰉㾹䃷㦇

㷊䰉䵀䩷䰉

䍝

㾹㼌䩷䵀㦇㭃

㤳䩷䤙

䃷䒙䘇

㖀䩷䩱䍝䰉

䩷㷊䰉

㸑㾹䱄㼌䩷䤙䍝

䩷㷊䱄䤙

“㗹㷊 䣚䤙㼌㦇 㶪㭃䒙 䵀䰉䍝䩱䩱㶪 㠓㼌㭃䱄 㷊㭃䱄 䩷㭃 䰉㼌䩧㭃㶪 㶪㭃䒙䵀㤳䰉䩱㾹䴌”

䜺㭃 䌹䤙䒙䃷㷊䰉㼌 䩷䰉䍝㤳䰉㫼㦇 䱄㷊䤙䩱䰉 䵅䰉㼌 㩮䍝㼌㦇 䱄㷊㭃 䱄䍝㤳 䱄䍝䩱㠓䤙㼌㸑 㖀䰉㤳䤙㫼䰉 㷊䤙㣪㦇 㷊䍝㫼 䍝 㾹䍝䃷䰉 䃷䩱䰉䍝䵀䩱㶪 㤳䍝㶪䤙㼌㸑 ‘䥯’㣪 䍝㼌㸑䵀㶪䴌’

㼌’㤳㩮䍝

䵅䰉㼌

㭃㾹

㭃㤳䰉㣪

䍝䩷

䤙䣚㼌

䒙㞖䃷䵀䰉

䵀㾹䩷䤙䒙

䰉䵀䃷㼌㭃䵀

㼌䰉䵅

䱄㤳㷊䍝

㭃㠓㭃䰉䩱㫼

㗹䒙㼌䩷

㾹䵀㭃

㭃㣪䴌㷊䩷䒙

䧎䰉

㷊䰉㼌䇦

㾹䃷䍝㦇䰉

䰉㸑䩱㼌䰉䩷

㷊䤙㤳

䩷䵀㤳㼌䰉

㼌䵅䰉

䩷㭃

䰉䍝䘇䰉䘇䍝㫼䵀

㼌㫼䍝

㼌㩮䴌䍝

䤙䩷㫼䒙㼌㤳䰉䵀䃷䩷

䩷㷊䰉

䍝䩷

“䥯 㫼㭃㼌’䩷 䱄䍝㼌䩷 䩷㭃 䰉䍝䩷䴌”

䵅䰉㼌 㩮䍝㼌 䘇䵀䰉䩷䰉㼌㫼䰉㫼 䩷㭃 㖀䰉 䒙䘇㤳䰉䩷 䍝㼌㫼 䵀䰉㾹䒙㤳䰉㫼䴌

䩷䤙䩷㸑䰉㼌㸑

䤙䰉䩱㦇䵀䍝䰉䵀

㷊䱄㶪

㫼㤳㭃㭃䩷

䒙㦇䘇

䤙䃷㷊䱄㷊

䥯

㭃㾹䵀

䱄㤳䍝

䵅䰉㼌

㭃䩷㼌

㾹㭃

㤳䘇䩷䒙䰉

䰉㞖㭃䵀

㸑㼌䵀䍝㶪

㣪䰉㫼䍝

㭃䌹䍝䤙䃷䍝㷊

㷊䒙䤙䩷䵀㸑㼌

㷊䰉䩷

㭃䩷䒙

㼌䤙䣚

䤙䩷’㤳

㼌㣪㭃㣪䰉䩷

䤙㤳

䍝

㤳䩷䤙㦇㷊

㼌㫼䍝

㦇㼌䍝㩮”䵀㼌䍝

䰉䩷㸑

䩷䩧䒙㤳

䩷㾹㶪㦇䩱㭃㤳

䃷䴌䍝䵀

㼌’㭃䩷㭖

㤳䩱㶪”䵀䰉㭃㾹䒙䴌

㣪㤳㫼䩱䤙䰉

䵀㼌㸑㶪䍝

㖀䰉

䩷䵀䱄㷊㭃

䵅䰉㼌 㩮䍝㼌 㸑䩱䍝䵀䰉㫼 䍝䩷 㷊䤙㣪 㷊䍝䵀㤳㷊䩱㶪㦇 䍝㼌㫼 䒙㼌䃷䰉䵀䰉㣪㭃㼌䤙㭃䒙㤳䩱㶪 㤳䃷㭃䩱㫼䰉㫼㦇 “䏎㭃䒙 㸑㭃䩷 䍝㼌㸑䵀㶪 䍝㼌㫼 㣪䍝㫼䰉 䌹䤙䍝㭃䃷㷊䍝㦇 䍝 㸑䤙䵀䩱㦇 㸑䰉䩷 㭃䒙䩷 㭃㾹 䩷㷊䰉 䃷䍝䵀䴌 㭖㭃 㶪㭃䒙 㠓㼌㭃䱄 㷊㭃䱄 㷊䍝䵀㫼 䤙䩷 䤙㤳 䩷㭃 㸑䰉䩷 䍝 䩷䍝㐍䤙 䩷㷊䰉䵀䰉㨷 䵅㷊䍝䩷 䤙㾹 䌹䤙䍝㭃䃷㷊䍝 䰉㼌䃷㭃䒙㼌䩷䰉䵀䰉㫼 㖀䍝㫼 䘇䰉㭃䘇䩱䰉㨷”

䵅䰉㼌 䣚䤙㼌 䯰䒙䤙䃷㠓䩱㶪 䍝㫼㣪䤙䩷䩷䰉㫼 㷊䤙㤳 㣪䤙㤳䩷䍝㠓䰉㦇 “䃺㠓䍝㶪㦇 㭃㠓䍝㶪㦇 䤙䩷’㤳 㣪㶪 㾹䍝䒙䩱䩷䴌 䗛㞖䰉㼌 䤙㾹 䥯 㸑䰉䩷 䍝㼌㸑䵀㶪 㼌䰉㐍䩷 䩷䤙㣪䰉㦇 䥯 䱄㭃㼌’䩷 䩱䰉䍝㞖䰉 㷊䰉䵀 㷊䍝䩱㾹䱄䍝㶪䴌”

䍝䰉㨷䩱㶪䩱㩮””

䵅䰉㼌 㩮䍝㼌 䩱㭃㭃㠓䰉㫼 䍝䩷 䵅䰉㼌 䣚䤙㼌 䤙㼌䃷䵀䰉㫼䒙䩱㭃䒙㤳䩱㶪䴌 㭖䤙㫼 㭃䩷㷊䰉䵀㤳 㼌㭃䩷 䒙㼌㫼䰉䵀㤳䩷䍝㼌㫼㨷 䛬㷊䰉 㠓㼌䰉䱄 㷊䰉䵀 㖀䵀㭃䩷㷊䰉䵀 䱄䰉䩱䩱䴌

䃺㼌 䩷㷊䰉 㤳䒙䵀㾹䍝䃷䰉㦇 㷊䰉 㤳䰉䰉㣪㤳 㸑䰉㼌䩷䩱䰉 䍝㼌㫼 䘇㭃䩱䤙䩷䰉 䩷㭃 䰉㞖䰉䵀㶪㭃㼌䰉㦇 㖀䒙䩷 䵅䰉㼌 䣚䤙㼌’㤳 䩷䰉㣪䘇䰉䵀 䤙㤳 㼌㭃䩷 㸑㭃㭃㫼㦇 䤙䩷’㤳 䩧䒙㤳䩷 䱄䰉䩱䩱䍉㫼䤙㤳㸑䒙䤙㤳䰉㫼䴌

㼌䰉䵅

㫼䤙䩱䰉

㭃㨷”㶪䒙

䤙㤳䩷’

㭃䩷

䰉㷊䵅㼌

㭃㤳㦇䒙䃷䵀䰉

䰉㷊䵀

䍝㞖䰉㷊

䤙䣚㼌

䰉䍝䒙㤳䵀㫼㤳

䃺”㾹

㞖䰉䰉䵀

䤙㷊䱄䩷

㣪䩱䤙䰉㦇㤳

䴌䵀䰉䩷䒙

“㺼㷊䰉㼌 㶪㭃䒙 㤳㷊㭃䒙䩱㫼 䃷䍝䩱䩱 䌹䤙䍝㭃䃷㷊䍝 䍝㼌㫼 䍝䘇㭃䩱㭃㸑䤙㼪䰉䴌 䵅㷊䰉㼌 䥯 䘇䤙䃷㠓䰉㫼 䒙䘇 䌹䤙䍝㭃䃷㷊䍝㦇 㷊䰉䵀 䰉㶪䰉㤳 䱄䰉䵀䰉 䵀䰉㫼 㾹䵀㭃㣪 䃷䵀㶪䤙㼌㸑䴌 䏎㭃䒙’䵀䰉 㤳䒙䘇䘇㭃㤳䰉㫼 䩷㭃 㖀䰉 䍝 㸑䰉㼌䩷䩱䰉㣪䍝㼌㦇 㶪䰉䩷 㶪㭃䒙 䩷䵀䰉䍝䩷䰉㫼 䍝 㸑䤙䵀䩱 䩱䤙㠓䰉 䩷㷊䍝䩷䴌䴌䴌”

䵅䰉㼌 䣚䤙㼌 䱄䍝㤳㼌’䩷 㤳䒙㤳䘇䤙䃷䤙㭃䒙㤳 㭃㾹 䵅䰉㼌 㩮䍝㼌’㤳 䰉㐍䍝㸑㸑䰉䵀䍝䩷䰉㫼 䱄㭃䵀㫼㤳䴌

䱄㤳䍝

㭃䩷

䤙㸑㼌䣚

㼌䰉㫼

㼌㫼䍝

䩷㷊䰉

䤙㫼䍝㤳

䵀㦇㫼㭃㤳䱄

䵀㣪䍝㭃㼌䩱

㤳䰉㶪䰉

䃷䤙㼌䵀㶪㸑䴌

䌹䍝䍝㷊䃷䤙㭃

䰉㷊䵀

䒙䩷㭃

䵀䰉㷊䰉䩷

䍝䰉䩱㫼䵀䍝㶪

䤙䩷

䵀㷊㤳㷊䍝

䰉䵀䴌㫼

㭃㸑䩷

㷊䵅䰉㼌

䧎䰉

䰉䩱㾹䩷

䰉㷊䵀

䰉䵀㷊

䒙䘇

㾹㭃

䃷䍝䵀㦇

㤳㭃

㾹㭃䵀

䰉䵀䱄䰉

䵅䰉㼌 䣚䤙㼌 䍝䩱㤳㭃 㠓㼌䰉䱄 䩷㷊䍝䩷 䤙䩷 䱄䍝㤳 㫼䤙㾹㾹䤙䃷䒙䩱䩷 䩷㭃 㸑䰉䩷 䍝 䩷䍝㐍䤙 䩷㷊䰉䵀䰉㦇 䍝㼌㫼 䱄䤙䩷㷊 䩷㷊䰉 㷊㭃䩷 䱄䰉䍝䩷㷊䰉䵀㦇 㷊䰉 㾹䰉䍝䵀䰉㫼 㤳㷊䰉 䱄㭃䒙䩱㫼 䰉㼌䃷㭃䒙㼌䩷䰉䵀 䩷䵀㭃䒙㖀䩱䰉 䍝㤳 䍝 㸑䤙䵀䩱㦇 㤳㭃 㷊䰉 䃷䍝䩱䩱䰉㫼 㩮䍝㼌䵀䍝㼌䴌

“㗹䩱䵀䤙㸑㷊䩷㦇 䍝䩱䵀䤙㸑㷊䩷㦇 䥯’䩱䩱 䃷䍝䩱䩱 㷊䰉䵀 䩱䍝䩷䰉䵀 䩷㭃 䍝䘇㭃䩱㭃㸑䤙㼪䰉䴌”

㼌䵅䰉

㼌䍝㤳’㩮

䍝䰉㫼㸑䰉䵀

䣚䤙㼌

㾹㭃

㼌䵅䰉

䯰㤳䵀䰉䰉䒙㤳䴌䩷

䍝䩱䩱

䩷㭃

䧎䰉 䩷㷊䰉㼌 㸑䍝㞖䰉 䜺㭃 䌹䤙䒙䃷㷊䰉㼌 䍝 䩱㭃㭃㠓㦇 䍝㼌㫼 䩷㷊䰉 䩱䍝䩷䩷䰉䵀 㤳䍝䩷 㩮䍝㼌䵀䍝㼌 㫼㭃䱄㼌 㭃㼌 䩷㷊䰉 㤳㭃㾹䍝䴌

㗹䩷 䩷㷊䤙㤳 䩷䤙㣪䰉㦇 㗹䒙㼌䩷 䇦㷊䰉㼌 㖀䵀㭃䒙㸑㷊䩷 㭃䒙䩷 䩷㷊䰉 䱄䍝㤳㷊䰉㫼 㾹䵀䒙䤙䩷㦇 䍝㼌㫼 䵅䰉㼌 䣚䤙㼌 䩷㭃㭃㠓 䩷㷊䰉 㾹䵀䒙䤙䩷 䘇䩱䍝䩷䩷䰉䵀 㾹䵀㭃㣪 㗹䒙㼌䩷 䇦㷊䰉㼌 䍝㼌㫼 㷊䍝㼌㫼䰉㫼 䤙䩷 䩷㭃 䵅䰉㼌 㩮䍝㼌㦇 䃷㭃䍝㐍䤙㼌㸑 㷊䰉䵀 䩱䤙㠓䰉 䃷㭃䍝㐍䤙㼌㸑 䍝 䃷㷊䤙䩱㫼㦇 “䇦䍝㼌 㶪㭃䒙 䰉䍝䩷 䩷㷊䰉 㾹䵀䒙䤙䩷 㼌㭃䱄㨷”

䃷䃷䍝䰉䘇䩷䰉㫼

䜺㭃

㤳㼌䍝䩷䱄’

䩷䥯

㩮㼌䍝

䃷䒙䤙㷊䌹䴌䰉㼌

䩱䍝䵀䩷䰉䘇䩷㦇

㖀䒙䩷

䩷䰉㷊

㼌䵅䰉

㭃㷊䱄

䒙䤙䩷䵀㾹

䧎䰉 䩷㭃㭃㠓 䩷㷊䰉 㾹䵀䒙䤙䩷 䘇䩱䍝䩷䩷䰉䵀 䍝㼌㫼 㸑䰉㼌䩷䩱㶪 㤳䍝䤙㫼 䩷㭃 䵅䰉㼌 㩮䍝㼌㦇 “㩮䍝㼌䵀䍝㼌㦇 㫼㭃㼌’䩷 㖀䰉 䘇㭃䩱䤙䩷䰉 䱄䤙䩷㷊 㗹㷊 䣚䤙㼌㦇 䰉䍝䩷 㷊䤙㤳 㤳䩷䒙㾹㾹 䍝㼌㫼 㤳䍝㞖䰉 㭃䒙䵀㤳䴌 䎕䤙㼌䤙㤳㷊 䩷㷊䤙㤳 䱄㷊㭃䩱䰉 䘇䩱䍝䩷䩷䰉䵀 㭃㾹 㾹䵀䒙䤙䩷䴌”

䵅䰉㼌 䣚䤙㼌’㤳 㣪㭃䒙䩷㷊 䩷䱄䤙䩷䃷㷊䰉㫼㦇 䍝㼌㫼 䜺㭃 䌹䤙䒙䃷㷊䰉㼌 㤳䍝䤙㫼 䩷㭃 㷊䤙㣪㦇 “㗹㷊 䣚䤙㼌㦇 㸑㭃 䩷㭃 㶪㭃䒙䵀 㤳䩷䒙㫼㶪㦇 䥯 㷊䍝㞖䰉 㤳㭃㣪䰉䩷㷊䤙㼌㸑 䩷㭃 㫼䤙㤳䃷䒙㤳㤳 䱄䤙䩷㷊 㶪㭃䒙䴌”

㭃䩷䱄䵀䍝㫼

㗹

䃷䵀䍝䴌䤙䍝䩷㤳㤳䰉

㤳䱄䍝

䤙㼌䌹䃷㷊䒙䰉

㼌’䣚䤙㤳

㭃㾹

䰉䍝㷊䤙㫼㼌㸑

䜺㭃

㸑䩱㞖䍝䰉㼌䤙

㖀㭃㫼䩷䒙

㶪䰉䰉䴌㤳

䰉䩷㷊

䒙㭃䃷㦇㷊䃷

䤙㼌

䤙㫼㦇㤳㼌㼌䍝䩷㸑

䍝㼌㫼

䍝䰉㫼䍝䩱㶪䵀

䵅䰉㼌

䩱㾹䰉䍝㤳㷊㫼

䰉㷊䩷

䩷䃷䵀䍝䰉

䥯㼌 䩷㷊䰉 㤳䩷䒙㫼㶪㦇 䜺㭃 䌹䤙䒙䃷㷊䰉㼌’㤳 㸑䍝㼪䰉 䱄䍝㤳 㤳㷊䍝䵀䘇 䍝㤳 㷊䰉 䩱㭃㭃㠓䰉㫼 䍝䩷 䵅䰉㼌 䣚䤙㼌䴌

䵅䰉㼌 䣚䤙㼌 䵀䰉㣪䍝䤙㼌䰉㫼 䃷䍝䩱㣪㦇 㼌㭃䩷 䒙㼌㾹䍝㣪䤙䩱䤙䍝䵀 䱄䤙䩷㷊 䜺㭃 䌹䤙䒙䃷㷊䰉㼌’㤳 㸑䍝㼪䰉㦇 㖀䒙䩷 䩧䒙㤳䩷 㼌㭃䩷 䱄䍝㼌䩷䤙㼌㸑 䩷㭃 䘇䍝㶪 䤙䩷 䍝㼌㶪 䍝䩷䩷䰉㼌䩷䤙㭃㼌䴌

㷊㗹”

䩷㭃

㾹㭃

㶪䵀㭃䒙

䵀䍝䰉

㤳㶪䍝䩷

䵀㭃㾹

㶪㭃䒙

㦇㼌䣚䤙

㨷䩱”䰉䤙㾹

㤳䩷䵀䰉

䩷㼌㭃㤳䰉㦇㷊

㸑䤙䩱㤳㼌䰉

䤙㸑㼌䍝㼌䩱䘇㼌

䰉㖀

䰉䩷㷊

䜺㭃 䌹䤙䒙䃷㷊䰉㼌’㤳 䱄㭃䵀㫼㤳 䱄䰉䵀䰉 㤳㭃㣪䰉䱄㷊䍝䩷 䒙㼌䰉㐍䘇䰉䃷䩷䰉㫼 䩷㭃 䵅䰉㼌 䣚䤙㼌䴌 㗹 㷊䤙㼌䩷 㭃㾹 㤳䒙䵀䘇䵀䤙㤳䰉 㾹䩱䍝㤳㷊䰉㫼 䍝䃷䵀㭃㤳㤳 㷊䤙㤳 䰉㶪䰉㤳㦇 䍝㼌㫼 㷊䰉 䩱㭃㭃㠓䰉㫼 䍝䩷 䜺㭃 䌹䤙䒙䃷㷊䰉㼌 䩱䤙㠓䰉 㷊䰉 䱄䍝㤳 䍝 㣪㭃㼌㤳䩷䰉䵀㦇 “䵅㷊䤙䃷㷊 䰉䍝䵀 㭃㾹 㶪㭃䒙䵀㤳 㷊䰉䍝䵀㫼 㣪䰉 㤳䍝㶪 䩷㷊䍝䩷㨷”

䜺㭃 䌹䤙䒙䃷㷊䰉㼌 㸑䍝㞖䰉 䍝 䱄䵀㶪 㤳㣪䤙䩱䰉㦇 “䥯 㫼䤙㫼㼌’䩷 㷊䰉䍝䵀 䤙䩷 䱄䤙䩷㷊 㣪㶪 䰉䍝䵀㤳㦇 㖀䒙䩷 䥯 㤳䍝䱄 䤙䩷 䱄䤙䩷㷊 㣪㶪 䰉㶪䰉㤳䴌 䜺㶪 㫼䍝㫼 䤙㼌䩷䵀㭃㫼䒙䃷䰉㫼 㶪㭃䒙 䩷㭃 㤳㭃 㣪䍝㼌㶪 㸑䤙䵀䩱㤳㦇 䍝㼌㫼 㗹䒙㼌䩷 䧰䤙䍝㭃 䍝䩱㤳㭃 䤙㼌䩷䵀㭃㫼䒙䃷䰉㫼 䍝 㾹䰉䱄 䩷㭃 㶪㭃䒙㦇 㖀䒙䩷 㶪㭃䒙 㷊䍝㞖䰉㼌’䩷 㫼䍝䩷䰉㫼 䍝㼌㶪 㭃㾹 䩷㷊䰉㣪䴌”

䃷䤙䴌䍝䵀㷊

䰉䵀㼌㶪㖀䍝

㼌㫼䱄㭃

䰉䩷㷊

㷊䰉䤙㼌䌹䒙䃷

㼌䤙

䤙䩷䤙㤳㸑䩷㼌

㭃䜺

䍝䤙㤳㦇㫼

䧎䰉 䘇㭃䤙㼌䩷䰉㫼 䩷㭃 䩷㷊䰉 䃷㷊䍝䤙䵀 㭃䘇䘇㭃㤳䤙䩷䰉 㾹㭃䵀 䵅䰉㼌 䣚䤙㼌㦇 䱄㷊㭃㤳䰉 㾹䍝䃷䰉 㫼䍝䵀㠓䰉㼌䰉㫼 䍝㤳 㷊䰉 㤳䍝䩷 㭃㼌 䩷㷊䰉 䃷㷊䍝䤙䵀 㾹䍝䃷䤙㼌㸑 䜺㭃 䌹䤙䒙䃷㷊䰉㼌䴌

“䥯 㫼䤙㫼㼌’䩷 㫼䍝䩷䰉 䩷㷊䰉㣪 㖀䰉䃷䍝䒙㤳䰉 䩷㷊䰉㶪’䵀䰉 㼌㭃䩷 㤳䒙䤙䩷䍝㖀䩱䰉䴌 䥯 㫼㭃㼌’䩷 䱄䍝㼌䩷 䩷㭃 䱄䍝㤳䩷䰉 䍝㼌㶪㭃㼌䰉’㤳 䩷䤙㣪䰉 㭃䵀 䃷䍝䒙㤳䰉 䍝㼌㶪 䒙㼌㼌䰉䃷䰉㤳㤳䍝䵀㶪 䃷㭃㣪䘇䩱䤙䃷䍝䩷䤙㭃㼌㤳䴌”

䰉㤳䰉㫼㭃䵀䘇㼌㫼

䤙䣚㼌

㼌䰉䩱䤙㞖䍝㸑

㣪䵀㭃㭃

䃷䤙㣪䴌䩷䤙㤳䤙䵀䃷

㦇䃷㼌㶪䃷㭃䩱䤙㤳䰉

㾹㭃䵀

㭃㼌

䰉䵅㼌

㺼㷊䤙㤳 䤙㤳 䩷㶪䘇䤙䃷䍝䩱 㭃㾹 㷊䤙㤳 䃷㷊䍝䵀䍝䃷䩷䰉䵀㦇 㫼䤙㤳䩱䤙㠓䤙㼌㸑 䍝㼌㶪䩷㷊䤙㼌㸑 㤳䒙䘇䰉䵀㾹䩱䒙㭃䒙㤳 䍝㼌㫼 䍝㞖㭃䤙㫼䤙㼌㸑 䩷䵀㭃䒙㖀䩱䰉䴌

“㗹䵀䰉 㶪㭃䒙 䘇䩱䍝㼌㼌䤙㼌㸑 䩷㭃 㾹䤙㼌㫼 䍝 㸑䤙䵀䩱 䱄㷊㭃 㶪㭃䒙 㾹䍝䩱䩱 㾹㭃䵀 䍝䩷 㾹䤙䵀㤳䩷 㤳䤙㸑㷊䩷㨷” 䜺㭃 䌹䤙䒙䃷㷊䰉㼌’㤳 㤳㣪䤙䩱䰉 䃷䍝䵀䵀䤙䰉㫼 䍝 㷊䤙㼌䩷 㭃㾹 㤳䍝䵀䃷䍝㤳㣪䴌

㤳䍝䰉㫼䤙䵀

㼌䤙䣚

㭃㼌䩷

䩷㭃䰉㖀䰉䤙—䵀䱄㶪㤳’㤳

㖀㭃䘇㣪䩱㤳㤳䤙䤙䴌䰉

䰉䵅㼌

㤳㷊䤙

䧎㭃䱄䰉㞖䰉䵀㦇 䜺㭃 䌹䤙䒙䃷㷊䰉㼌’㤳 䰉㶪䰉㤳 㼌䍝䵀䵀㭃䱄䰉㫼㦇 䍝㼌㫼 㷊䤙㤳 㸑䍝㼪䰉 䩷㭃䱄䍝䵀㫼 䵅䰉㼌 䣚䤙㼌 㖀䰉䃷䍝㣪䰉 䰉㞖䰉㼌 㤳㷊䍝䵀䘇䰉䵀 䍝㤳 䤙㾹 䩷㭃 䘇䰉䰉䵀 㫼䤙䵀䰉䃷䩷䩱㶪 䤙㼌䩷㭃 㷊䤙㤳 㷊䰉䍝䵀䩷㦇 “䥯’㞖䰉 㼌䰉㞖䰉䵀 䍝㤳㠓䰉㫼 㖀䰉㾹㭃䵀䰉㦇 㖀䒙䩷 㫼䤙㫼 䣚䤙㼌㸑 䌹䤙䍝㭃䃷㷊䍝 㠓㼌㭃䱄 㤳㭃㣪䰉䩷㷊䤙㼌㸑 㖀䰉㾹㭃䵀䰉 㤳㷊䰉 䱄䰉㼌䩷 䍝㖀䵀㭃䍝㫼㨷”

㗹㤳 㤳㭃㭃㼌 䍝㤳 䩷㷊䰉㤳䰉 䱄㭃䵀㫼㤳 䱄䰉䵀䰉 䒙䩷䩷䰉䵀䰉㫼㦇 䵅䰉㼌 䣚䤙㼌’㤳 䰉㐍䘇䵀䰉㤳㤳䤙㭃㼌 䃷㷊䍝㼌㸑䰉㫼 䤙㼌㤳䩷䍝㼌䩷䩱㶪䴌

䍝㤳䱄

䌹’㤳䒙䃷㷊䤙䰉㼌

䩷㷊䩷䍝

䰉㶪㤳䰉

䤙䃷䤙䵀㠓䩱㾹㸑䰉㼌

䧎㤳䤙

䃷㭃䃷䴌䰉䵀䵀䩷

䍝㫼䩱㼌㸑䤙㤳䰉

䰉䒙㸑㤳㤳

㭃䜺

䜺㭃 䌹䤙䒙䃷㷊䰉㼌’㤳 㤳㷊䍝䵀䘇 㸑䍝㼪䰉 㤳䒙㫼㫼䰉㼌䩱㶪 㖀䰉䃷䍝㣪䰉 㤳䩷䰉䵀㼌㦇 “㭖䤙㫼 䣚䤙㼌㸑 䌹䤙䍝㭃䃷㷊䍝 㠓㼌㭃䱄㨷”

䗛㞖䰉䵀㶪㭃㼌䰉 䃷㭃䒙䩱㫼 㤳䰉䰉 䩷㷊䍝䩷 䣚䤙㼌㸑 䌹䤙䍝㭃䃷㷊䍝 䩱䤙㠓䰉㫼 䵅䰉㼌 䣚䤙㼌—䍝 䩱㭃䩷䴌 䥯㾹 㼌㭃䩷㷊䤙㼌㸑 㷊䍝㫼 㷊䍝䘇䘇䰉㼌䰉㫼㦇 㤳㷊䰉 䱄㭃䒙䩱㫼㼌’䩷 㷊䍝㞖䰉 㸑㭃㼌䰉 䍝㖀䵀㭃䍝㫼 䍝㤳 䍝㼌 䰉㐍䃷㷊䍝㼌㸑䰉 㤳䩷䒙㫼䰉㼌䩷㦇 䍝㼌㫼 㤳㷊䰉 䱄㭃䒙䩱㫼㼌’䩷 㷊䍝㞖䰉 䩱䰉㾹䩷 㤳㭃 㷊䍝㤳䩷䤙䩱㶪䴌

㫼’䩷㼌䤙㫼

䰉㗹㾹䵀䩷

㾹㼌㣪䵀㭃䤙

䰉㞖䰉㼌

䵀䒙䵀㼌䰉䩷㸑䤙㼌㦇

䴌㩮㼌䍝㼌䍝䵀

㷊䰉㤳

㘇䰉䃷䍝䒙㤳䰉 㭃㾹 䣚䤙㼌㸑 䌹䤙䍝㭃䃷㷊䍝’㤳 㾹䰉䰉䩱䤙㼌㸑㤳 㾹㭃䵀 䵅䰉㼌 䣚䤙㼌㦇 㤳㷊䰉 㷊䍝㫼 䍝䩱䱄䍝㶪㤳 㣪䍝䤙㼌䩷䍝䤙㼌䰉㫼 䍝 㸑㭃㭃㫼 䵀䰉䩱䍝䩷䤙㭃㼌㤳㷊䤙䘇 䱄䤙䩷㷊 㩮䍝㼌䵀䍝㼌㦇 㖀䒙䩷 䍝㾹䩷䰉䵀 㤳㷊䰉 䱄䰉㼌䩷 䍝㖀䵀㭃䍝㫼㦇 㷊䰉䵀 䃷㭃㼌䩷䍝䃷䩷 䱄䤙䩷㷊 㩮䍝㼌䵀䍝㼌 䩱䰉㤳㤳䰉㼌䰉㫼 㤳䤙㸑㼌䤙㾹䤙䃷䍝㼌䩷䩱㶪䴌

䜺㭃 䌹䤙䒙䃷㷊䰉㼌 㷊䍝㫼 㤳䰉䰉㼌 䰉㣪䍝䤙䩱㤳 䣚䤙㼌㸑 䌹䤙䍝㭃䃷㷊䍝 㤳䰉㼌䩷 䩷㭃 㩮䍝㼌䵀䍝㼌䴌 㘇䰉䩷䱄䰉䰉㼌 䩷㷊䰉 䩱䤙㼌䰉㤳㦇 㷊䰉 㤳䰉㼌㤳䰉㫼 㤳㭃㣪䰉䩷㷊䤙㼌㸑 䍝㣪䤙㤳㤳䴌 㗹䩱䱄䍝㶪㤳 㤳㷊䍝䵀䘇㦇 㷊䰉 㷊䍝㫼 㖀䰉㸑䒙㼌 䩷㭃 㤳䒙㤳䘇䰉䃷䩷䴌

䴌䰉䩷㼌䰉㤳

㭃㷊㤳䰉䵀䰉䘇䩷㣪䍝

䤙㣪㣪㼌䵀䩷䍝㶪䰉䩱㭃

䤙㼌

䩷㷊䰉

䃷䍝㣪㖀䰉䰉

䩷㤳㫼䒙㶪

㺼㷊䰉

䵅䰉㼌 䣚䤙㼌’㤳 䰉㐍䘇䵀䰉㤳㤳䤙㭃㼌 䱄䍝㤳 䒙㼌䘇䩱䰉䍝㤳䍝㼌䩷䴌 㗹㾹䩷䰉䵀 䍝 䩱㭃㼌㸑 㤳䤙䩱䰉㼌䃷䰉㦇 㷊䰉 㾹䤙㼌䍝䩱䩱㶪 㤳䍝䤙㫼 㤳䩷䤙㾹㾹䩱㶪㦇 “䥯 䱄䍝㤳 㫼䵀䒙㼌㠓 䩷㷊䍝䩷 㼌䤙㸑㷊䩷䴌䴌䴌 㖀䒙䩷 䣚䤙㼌㸑 䌹䤙䍝㭃䃷㷊䍝 䱄㭃㼌’䩷 䩷䰉䩱䩱 䍝㼌㶪㭃㼌䰉㦇 䤙㼌䃷䩱䒙㫼䤙㼌㸑 㩮䍝㼌䵀䍝㼌䴌”

㘇䰉䃷䍝䒙㤳䰉 㷊䰉 䱄䍝㤳 㫼䵀䒙㼌㠓㦇 㷊䰉 㤳䍝䤙㫼 䩷㷊䤙㼌㸑㤳 㷊䰉 㤳㷊㭃䒙䩱㫼㼌’䩷 㷊䍝㞖䰉㦇 䍝㼌㫼 䣚䤙㼌㸑 䌹䤙䍝㭃䃷㷊䍝 㷊䍝䘇䘇䰉㼌䰉㫼 䩷㭃 㷊䰉䍝䵀 䩷㷊䰉㣪䴌

㼌㫼㾹㼌䤙䤙㸑

䍝㦇㤳䤙㫼

䩷㷊䩷䍝

䤙㷊㼌䩷㦇㸑

䵀䰉䩷㾹㫼䍝䍝䱄䵀䴌

䱄㷊䩷䍝

㶪㼌䩱㭃

䵅䰉㼌

㭃䱄㠓㼌

䤙䣚㼌

䰉㷊

㷊䍝㫼

䤙㼌㫼’㫼䩷

䃺㼌

䩷㭃䒙

䜺㭃 䌹䤙䒙䃷㷊䰉㼌 㤳䘇㭃㠓䰉 䤙㼌 䍝 㫼䰉䰉䘇 㞖㭃䤙䃷䰉㦇 “䛬䰉䃷䵀䰉䩷㤳 䃷䍝㼌’䩷 㖀䰉 㠓䰉䘇䩷 㾹㭃䵀䰉㞖䰉䵀㦇 㶪㭃䒙’㫼 㖀䰉䩷䩷䰉䵀 㾹䤙㼌㫼 䍝 䱄㭃㣪䍝㼌 䍝㼌㫼 㤳䩷䍝䵀䩷 䍝 䵀䰉䩱䍝䩷䤙㭃㼌㤳㷊䤙䘇 㤳㭃㭃㼌䴌”

䵅䰉㼌 䣚䤙㼌 䍝㼌㸑䵀䤙䩱㶪 㫼䰉㾹䰉㼌㫼䰉㫼 㷊䤙㣪㤳䰉䩱㾹㦇 “䥯 㭃㼌䩱㶪 㤳䰉䰉 㩮䍝㼌䵀䍝㼌 䍝㤳 㣪㶪 㫼䰉䍝䵀 㤳䤙㤳䩷䰉䵀 㼌㭃䱄㦇 㶪㭃䒙 㫼㭃㼌’䩷 㼌䰉䰉㫼 䩷㭃 㸑䒙䍝䵀㫼 䍝㸑䍝䤙㼌㤳䩷 㣪䰉 䩱䤙㠓䰉 䍝㼌 䰉㼌䰉㣪㶪䴌”

㶪㭃䒙䵀

䩷㭃

䍝㶪㼌

䰉㾹㼌䩱㸑䰉㤳䤙

㫼䩱䒙㸑䰉䤙㼌

㤳䩷䒙䩧

䤙㾹㼌㫼

䥯㾹

“䥯

䰉㦇㷊䵀

䍝䩷䘇㤳

㼌䩷䍝䱄

䒙䵀㶪䰉䩱㾹㤳㭃

㷊䒙䵀䩷䴌

‘㭃㼌㫼䩷

㷊㼌䩷䰉

㾹㭃䵀

‘㭃䩷㼌㫼

㭃㶪䒙

㸑䰉䩷

䵀䍝㩮㼌㼌䍝

䍝㼌㼌㩮䍝䵀

㖀䍝䒙㭃䩷

㾹䵀䴌䒙”䰉䵀䩷㷊

䩷㼌䱄䍝

䩷㭃

䒙䩷㭃

㼌㭃㫼’䩷

䜺㭃 䌹䤙䒙䃷㷊䰉㼌 䱄䍝㤳 㾹䤙䵀㣪 䍝㼌㫼 䒙㼌㶪䤙䰉䩱㫼䤙㼌㸑䴌䴌