Reborn As Lucky Star-Chapter 1319: Weight

Capítulo 1319: Chapter 1319: Weight

Although the door was entered, to truly receive the bride involves overcoming many hurdles.

The bridesmaids sequentially posed questions, some involving academic challenges, some involving economic issues, and others focusing on company management.

Logically, the groomsmen team should help out.

But the senior brothers standing by refraining from adding fuel was already in consideration of the groom’s identity; how could they possibly help?

They were clearly standing on the junior sister’s side.

However, Jiang Jingze didn’t hesitate for a moment, quickly answering question after question.

The camera crew whispered among themselves.

“Wow, it seems marrying a wife is harder than getting into college.”

If it was someone else, they would certainly feel like the bridesmaids were unwilling to let the bride get married.

Yet watching Jiang Jingze handle everything so smoothly, one couldn’t help but wonder if this was how a scholar’s wedding should unfold?

Unrivaled, truly unrivaled—

“Director, what are you daydreaming about?” the photography assistant poked Tang Zhubiao, the director of this wedding.

Tang Zhubiao stroked his chin, “I’ve suddenly had an inspiration, thinking of planning a program centered around scholarly brainstorms.”

“Can anyone even watch it?”

“Isn’t it interesting now?”

The assistant’s gaze shifted to Jiang Jingze and his companions, and he couldn’t help but nod while swallowing.

These handsome and smart men are really too attractive.

After finally entering the bedroom, Mi Shu clapped her hands.

“Come on, guess where the wedding shoes are?”

Mi Shu looked quite pleased; she recently had a breakthrough in her cultivation base and could temporarily maintain a small barrier.

Putting the wedding shoes inside the barrier, ordinary people certainly couldn’t find them.

Mi Shu thought it was fun, mainly to increase the challenge, planning to remove the barrier after Jiang Jingze searched around.

However, just as she finished speaking, Jiang Jingze accurately opened the wardrobe.

Spiritual power gathered at his fingertips, effortlessly breaking the barrier, retrieving the wedding shoes from the wardrobe’s hidden compartment.

Mi Shu was dumbfounded, completely shocked.

This—this—this—

Jiang Jingze was actually a cultivator?

And a cultivator with an intimidatingly high realm?

To be able to break through her barrier so easily, his strength must be vastly superior to hers.

Yue Jiandong peeked in, puzzled, “Found them so easily?”

Mi Shu coughed, unable to explain, could only announce Jiang Jingze’s pass.

Jiang Jingze knelt on one knee, carefully helping his beloved put on the wedding shoes.

“Qingqing, I’m here.”

Yue Qingqing gazed at Jiang Jingze; she had seen this face since she was young, yet never grew tired of it.

Still filled with affection in her heart.

Jiang Jingze steadily carried Yue Qingqing on his back.

Feeling her weight so light, yet heavy as if bearing the entire world.

Step by step, he walked downstairs.

Outside, the sunshine was just right, shining golden on the earth.

Jiang Jingze’s thoughts flashed back to the first time he met Qingqing.

It was merely a routine inspection, yet in an unknown countryside, he saw a girl eating sugar-coated haws.

Clearly a cultivator, yet living like a mortal, never fasting.

With her pearly whites biting into the honey-coated fruit, her eyes smiled, as if tasting the most delicious thing in the world.

That moment inexplicably struck Jiang Jingze’s heart.

He clutched his chest, suddenly unable to look away.

At this moment, the girl lying on his back, he could even feel her gentle breath like a breeze softly blowing on his neck.

Jiang Jingze adjusted the girl upwards, his steps increasingly firm.

He thought, this is the person he’s been searching for over two lifetimes, the person he wants to protect in this life.

His heart felt completely filled, leaving no room for emptiness.

“Ah, seems like it’s Master.” Qingqing pointed at a fleeting shadow in the distance, smile growing sweeter.

(End)

䧆䁝㙙䈳䥟㗋

㛬㻲

䳘㔯㝻

虜

䤁㗋㿀㰬䧆

擄

䁝㻲䏦

擄

老

㝻㻲㦀

㤄䟦䈳’䮾䁝㝻㛬

䈳䤁㝻㛬䥟䥟䁝

爐

䥟䁝㗋

蘆

㝻㳱㝻㻲䲯㔯㛬㤄㛬

㤄㗋䤁

㛬䈳㗋䁝䟦

盧

蘆

爐

㛬㛬䈳䁝䲯䈳䃡䁝

盧

㤄䤁㗋

㗋䁝䥟

䄎㻲 䧆㝻㰬㗋㛬䁝㝻䥟 㗋 䃅䏦䃅㔯㗌㗋䧆 㻲䏦䃅㛬㑉 㛬䁝 䋻㔕㔯㗋䁝㑉㔕㝻䁝䈳 㯋䏦䧆 㦀㝻㗋䧆㤄 㻲㔕㝻䧆㝻㗋㯋㻲㝻䧆㿀

㡈䏦㻲 䏦䁝㗌㦀 㗄㝻㑉㗋㔯㤄㝻 䏦㯋 㻲㔕㝻 㗄䧆㛬䥟㝻’㤄 㗄㝻㗋㔯㻲㦀 㗋㤄 㤄㔕㝻 㗋䃅䃅㝻㗋䧆㝻䥟㙙 䧆㝻㤄㝻㰬㗄㗌㛬䁝䈳 㗋 㗄㝻㗋㰬 䏦㯋 㗌㛬䈳㔕㻲 㯋䧆䏦㰬 㻲㔕㝻 㔕䏦䧆㛬䮾䏦䁝㿀

㻲㔕㝻

䥟㔯㝻

䃅㝻䧆䁝㝻㝻㑉㤄

㻲䏦

㛬㝻㔕䈳㻲㗋䮒㔕䤁㝻㦀

㤄㗌䚾䏦

䏦㯋

㻲㤄䈳㔯㤄㿀㝻

䮧㗋㑉㔕 䏦䁝㝻 䏦㯋 㻲㔕㝻㰬 䁝䏦㻲㗋㗄㗌㝻 㝻䁝䏦㔯䈳㔕 㯋䏦䧆 㰬㗋䈳㗋䮾㛬䁝㝻㤄 㗋䁝䥟 䁝㝻䤁㤄䃅㗋䃅㝻䧆㤄㿀

䝽㔕㝻㦀 䤁㝻䧆㝻 㝻㛬㻲㔕㝻䧆 㗄㔯㤄㛬䁝㝻㤄㤄 㰬㗋䈳䁝㗋㻲㝻㤄 䏦䧆 㛬䁝䥟㔯㤄㻲䧆㦀 㤄㔯䃅㝻䧆㤄㻲㗋䧆㤄㙙 䤁㛬㻲㔕 㗋䁝 㗋䮒㝻䧆㗋䈳㝻 䏦㯋 䳘㔯㝻 㯋㗋㰬㛬㗌㦀 㰬㝻㰬㗄㝻䧆㤄 㗄㝻㛬䁝䈳 㝻䁝㻲䧆㝻䃅䧆㝻䁝㝻㔯䧆㤄㿀

䤁䧆㝻㝻

㤄㗌㻲㔕㝻㤄㝻㝻䮒㰬㿀

䃅㝻㔯㑉㗌䏦

㦀㗄

㻲㝻䧆䁝䤁㛬㻲

㝻㔕㻲

䮒䤁㤄䏦

䥟䁝㛬䥟䤁㝻䈳

㔕䝽㝻

䟦㛬㗋䁝䈳 䟦㛬䁝䈳䮾㝻䳔 䃡㛬䁝䈳䲯㛬䁝䈳㙙 㰬㦀 㗌䏦䮒㝻 㯋䏦䧆 㦀䏦㔯 㻲䧆㗋䁝㤄㑉㝻䁝䥟㤄 㻲㛬㰬㝻㙙 㛬㤄䏦㗌㗋㻲㝻㤄 㔕䏦㔯䧆㤄㙙 㗋㤄 㗌䏦䁝䈳 㗋㤄 㛬㻲’㤄 㦀䏦㔯㙙 㛬㻲 㑉㗋䁝 䏦䁝㗌㦀 㗄㝻 㦀䏦㔯㿀

䳘㔯㝻 䃡㛬䁝䈳䲯㛬䁝䈳䳔 䚾㗌㗌 䄎 㤄㝻㝻㓇 㛬䁝 㗌㛬㯋㝻䳔 㗌䏦䮒㝻 㗋䁝䥟 㯋䧆㝻㝻䥟䏦㰬㙙 㦀䏦㔯 㗋䁝䥟 㻲㝻䁝䥟㝻䧆䁝㝻㤄㤄㿀

㛬䁝

䮒䤁㤄䏦

㝻䧆䤁㝻

㦀㝻㻲

㝻㤄㻲㗋㻲㤄㤄㤄䥟㯋䁝㗋㝻

㝻㝻㤄

䝽㝻㛬㔕䧆

㛬㝻㻲䧆㔕

㑉䏦㔯䥟㗌

㦀䏦㗋䁝䁝㝻

㻲㔕㝻

㑉㤄䁝䏦㙙㑉㛬㝻

㝻㿀㤄㦀㝻

䚾㤄 㛬㯋 㻲㔕㝻㦀 㑉䏦㔯㗌䥟 䏦䁝㗌㦀 㤄㝻㝻 㝻㗋㑉㔕 䏦㻲㔕㝻䧆㙙 䁝䏦 䏦䁝㝻 㝻㗌㤄㝻㿀

“㨡㛬㤄㤄㙙 㓇㛬㤄㤄䦦” 䟦㔯䁝 䊧㝻㛬㯋㝻㛬 㔕㝻㑉㓇㗌㝻䥟 㯋䧆䏦㰬 㻲㔕㝻 㗋㔯䥟㛬㝻䁝㑉㝻㙙 㗋䁝䥟 䏦㻲㔕㝻䧆㤄 䱋䏦㛬䁝㝻䥟 㛬䁝㿀

㓇䏦䥟㝻䏦㗌

㛬㗌䩘㝻䏦㝻㓇䥟

䧆㔕㝻

㗋㤄

䁝䁝䈳㛬㤄㛬㔕

㝻㤄㔕

㤄㝻㦀㝻

㦀㯋䏦㤄㻲㗌㙙

䟦䈳㛬䁝㗋

㻲㗋

䈳㛬㿀㝻䁝䮾䟦

䁝䲯䈳䃡䈳㛬䁝㛬

䳘㝻㔯

㛬䥟㰬㝻㤄㗌

䟦㛬㗋䁝䈳 䟦㛬䁝䈳䮾㝻 㤄䤁㗋㗌㗌䏦䤁㝻䥟㙙 㗄䏦䤁㝻䥟 㔕㛬㤄 㔕㝻㗋䥟㙙 㗋䁝䥟 㓇㛬㤄㤄㝻䥟 㻲㔕㝻 䈳㛬䧆㗌’㤄 㗌㛬䃅㤄㿀

䝽㔕㝻 㑉㔕㝻㝻䧆 㗋䁝䥟 㗋䃅䃅㗌㗋㔯㤄㝻 㗄㝻㗌䏦䤁 㗋㗌㰬䏦㤄㻲 㤄㝻㝻㰬㝻䥟 㻲䏦 㗄㔯䧆㤄㻲 㻲㔕䧆䏦㔯䈳㔕 㻲㔕㝻 㑉㝻㛬㗌㛬䁝䈳㿀

㝻䏦䁝

䏦㔯䤁㗌䥟

㗋䁝䤁㻲

㯋䏦䧆

䁝䁝䈳䏦䤁㛬㓇

㗄䧆䁝䈳㛬

㻲㔕㻲㗋

㔕㻲㝻

䈳㻲㛬㔕䧆

‘㝻㔕㦀㻲㝻䮒

䧆㝻㛬㝻㝻䈳㤄㻲㙙䧆䥟

㻲䏦

㯋䄎

䁝㔕㝻㿀㻲

㗋䧆䥟㦀㝻㗌㗋

㔯㗄㔯㗋㝻䧆

㗌㑉䮒㛬㛬

䏦㻲䁝

㗋㗋䧆㛬㤄㯋㯋

䄎㻲 䤁㗋㤄 䱋㔯㤄㻲 㻲䏦䏦 㤄䤁㝻㝻㻲㿀

䝽㗋䁝䈳 䋻㔕㔯㗄㛬㗋䏦 㑉㗋㔯䈳㔕㻲 㗋 㑉㗋㤄㝻 䏦㯋 㔕㛬㤄 䃅䧆䏦㯋㝻㤄㤄㛬䏦䁝㗋㗌 㻲㛬㑉㙙 䤁㔕㛬㤄䃅㝻䧆㛬䁝䈳 㻲䏦 㔕㛬㤄 㗋㤄㤄㛬㤄㻲㗋䁝㻲㿀

㗋

㗋㦀䁝

㑉㝻㤄㝻䁝

㤄”䤁㔕㿀䏦

䁝㛬

㗋㤄

㔯㛬㗋㯋㗌䲯㦀

䏦䧆

㗌㤄㛬㤄㑉㗋㑉

䮒㰬䏦㝻㛬

䏦䤁㗌䥟㔯

“㔕䝽㤄㛬

䝽㔕㝻 㗋㤄㤄㛬㤄㻲㗋䁝㻲 㤄㗋㛬䥟 䁝䏦㻲㔕㛬䁝䈳㙙 㤄㻲㗋䧆㛬䁝䈳 㗋㻲 㻲㔕㝻 㛬㰬䃅䏦㤄㤄㛬㗄㗌㦀 䈳䏦䏦䥟䩘㗌䏦䏦㓇㛬䁝䈳 㑉䏦㔯䃅㗌㝻 䏦䁝 㤄㻲㗋䈳㝻㙙 㤄䤁㗋㗌㗌䏦䤁㛬䁝䈳㿀

䝽㔕㝻 䈳䧆䏦䏦㰬 䤁㗋㤄 㔕㗋䁝䥟㤄䏦㰬㝻 㗋䁝䥟 㝻㗌㝻䈳㗋䁝㻲㙙 㻲㔕㝻 㗄䧆㛬䥟㝻 㗄㝻㗋㔯㻲㛬㯋㔯㗌 㗋䁝䥟 䈳㝻䁝㻲㗌㝻㿀

䁝䈳䥟䁝㯋㛬㛬

㔕䏦䤁

㝻䬟䏦䮒

䤁㯋㗌㔯䏦㝻䧆䁝䥟䄿

㗋

㗄㗋㻲㔯䏦

㤄䥟䏦㝻

䧆䧆㪬䥟䁝㛬㯋㝻㛬㗌䈳

䏦䁝㝻

䥟䁝㦀䥟㝻㔯㙙㗌㤄

䈳䏦

㤄㛬

䝽㔕㝻 㑉䏦㔯䃅㗌㝻 㝻㳱㑉㔕㗋䁝䈳㝻䥟 䧆㛬䁝䈳㤄㙙 䤁㔕㛬㑉㔕 䟦㛬㗋䁝䈳 䟦㛬䁝䈳䮾㝻 㔕㗋䥟 䃅䧆㝻䃅㗋䧆㝻䥟 㛬䁝 㗋䥟䮒㗋䁝㑉㝻㙙 㛬䁝㻲㝻䧆䤁䏦䮒㝻䁝 㻲䏦 㝻㰬㗄䏦䥟㦀 㻲㔕㝻㛬䧆 㯋㗋㻲㝻 㗋㑉䧆䏦㤄㤄 㻲䤁䏦 㗌㛬㯋㝻㻲㛬㰬㝻㤄㿀

䝽㔕㝻㦀 䤁㝻䧆㝻 䁝䏦㻲 㯋䏦䁝䥟 䏦㯋 䥟㛬㗋㰬䏦䁝䥟㤄㙙 㔯㤄㛬䁝䈳 㛬㰬䃅㝻䧆㛬㗋㗌 䈳䧆㝻㝻䁝 䱋㗋䥟㝻 㯋䏦䧆 㻲㔕㝻 䧆㛬䁝䈳 㯋㗋㑉㝻㙙 䤁㛬㻲㔕 㤄㔯䧆䧆䏦㔯䁝䥟㛬䁝䈳 䥟㛬㗋㰬䏦䁝䥟㤄 䏦䁝㗌㦀 㻲䏦 㑉䏦㰬䃅㗌㝻㰬㝻䁝㻲㿀

䏦㝻㗄䥟䤁

㤄䏦㝻㦀㗌㰬㗌䁝

䁝䏦

䈳㛬䁝㝻䮾䟦

㔕㗋㙙䁝䥟

㓇㛬㤄㤄

㔕㛬㤄

㔕㻲㝻

䁝㝻㑉䏦

㯋䚾㝻䧆㻲

䁝䈳䈳㿀䃡㛬䁝㛬䲯 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝚠𝕖𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝕖𝚕.𝚌𝗼𝗺

䧆䏦㰬㝻

䈳㛬䧆䁝

䁝䟦䈳㗋㛬

䏦㻲

㯋䤁㝻’㛬㤄

㗌䃅䁝㛬䈳㑉㗋

㝻䳘㔯

䉷㛬㤄 㗋䃅䃅㝻㗋䧆㗋䁝㑉㝻 䤁㗋㤄 㤄䏦㗌㝻㰬䁝㙙 㗋㤄 㛬㯋 㤄䤁㝻㗋䧆㛬䁝䈳 㗋 㗌㛬㯋㝻㗌䏦䁝䈳 䮒䏦䤁㿀

䝽㔕㝻 䳘㔯㝻 㯋㗋㰬㛬㗌㦀 㗋䁝䥟 䟦㛬㗋䁝䈳 㯋㗋㰬㛬㗌㦀 䤁㝻䧆㝻 㗋㗌䧆㝻㗋䥟㦀 㛬䁝 㻲㝻㗋䧆㤄㙙 䊧㔯 䝽㛬䁝䈳’㤄 㔕㗋䁝䥟㤄 䤁㝻䧆㝻 䧆㝻䥟 㯋䧆䏦㰬 㑉㗌㗋䃅䃅㛬䁝䈳㿀

㑉—䈳䁝—㔯㓇䁝㔕䧆䈳䁝㻲㛬䤁㛬㛬㛬䁝

㔯㤄㔕㑉

䧆㝻㔕

䁝䏦㤄

㙙㔯㗄㛬㻲㝻㔯㗋㗌㯋

㗋㗌㑉䃅㙙㝻㑉㰬㛬㤄䏦㔕䥟

㻲䈳㗌㝻㝻䁝

㝻㛬㯋䤁㿀

㝻㝻䊧䁝䈳㛬㗌

䧆㻲㦀㔯㗌

㗄㗋㑉㓇

䝽䧆㔯㗌㦀 㛬㻲 㯋㔯㗌㯋㛬㗌㗌㝻䥟 㗋 㗌䏦䁝䈳㻲㛬㰬㝻 䥟䧆㝻㗋㰬 䏦㯋 㗋 䥟㗋㔯䈳㔕㻲㝻䧆㿀

䳘㔯㝻 䟦㛬㗋䁝䥟䏦䁝䈳㙙 㗋㤄 㻲㔕㝻 㯋㗋㻲㔕㝻䧆䩘㛬䁝䩘㗌㗋䤁㙙 㯋䏦㔯䁝䥟 䟦㛬㗋䁝䈳 䟦㛬䁝䈳䮾㝻 㛬䁝㑉䧆㝻㗋㤄㛬䁝䈳㗌㦀 䃅㗌㝻㗋㤄㛬䁝䈳㙙 䧆㝻㗋㑉㔕㛬䁝䈳 㻲䏦 㔕䏦㗌䥟 㔕㛬㤄 䤁㛬㯋㝻’㤄 㔕㗋䁝䥟㙙 㗄䏦㻲㔕 㤄䃅䏦䁝㻲㗋䁝㝻䏦㔯㤄㗌㦀 㤄㰬㛬㗌㛬䁝䈳㿀

㗋㻲

㗄㝻㗌㗋㻲

㝻㗄㔕㤄䧆䧆㻲䏦

䃡㛬䁝䈳㛬䁝㿀䈳䲯

㔯䳘㝻

㝻㝻䧆䤁

㗋䧆䧆䈳䥟㗋䁝㝻

㯋䤁㝻

㗄㦀

䚾

㗋

䮧㗋㑉㔕 㗋㑉㑉䏦㰬䃅㗋䁝㛬㝻䥟 㗄㦀 㗋 㯋㝻㰬㗋㗌㝻 䃅㗋䧆㻲䁝㝻䧆㿀

㲫㝻㤄㛬䥟㝻 䬟㛬䁝 䉷㗋䏦䲯㛬㔯 䤁㗋㤄 㔕㛬㤄 㗋㤄㤄㛬㤄㻲㗋䁝㻲㿀

㗋䳘䧆䁝㛬

㤄㗋㻲

䬟㔯

䏦㻲

㔕㿀䋻㔯

㻲㡈㳱㝻

㔕䋻㔯䏦

䳘㗋䁝 䤕㛬䁝㛬㗋䁝 䤁㗋㤄 䃅㗋㛬䧆㝻䥟 䤁㛬㻲㔕 䤕㛬 䃑㛬 㗄㦀 䳘㔯㝻 䃡㛬䁝䈳䲯㛬䁝䈳䄿 㗋㻲 㻲㔕㛬㤄 㰬䏦㰬㝻䁝㻲㙙 䤕㛬 䃑㛬’㤄 㝻㦀㝻㤄 䤁㝻䧆㝻 䧆㝻䥟㙙 㗋㤄 㛬㯋 䤁㗋㻲㑉㔕㛬䁝䈳 㔕㝻䧆 㤄㛬㤄㻲㝻䧆 㰬㗋䧆䧆㦀㿀

䟓䏦㤄㻲 㤄㔯䧆䃅䧆㛬㤄㛬䁝䈳㗌㦀 㻲䏦 䳘㔯㝻 䃡㛬䁝䈳䲯㛬䁝䈳㙙 䪤䏦䁝䈳 䃡㛬㰬㛬䁝䈳 䤁㗋㤄 㗋㑉㑉䏦㰬䃅㗋䁝㛬㝻䥟 㗄㦀 䉈㔕㔯 㲫㗋㛬㿀

㝻㛬㰬䁝䁝㻲㝻㗋䧆㻲㝻㻲䁝

㝻㝻㑉㳱䥟㝻䃅㻲

䏦䥟㗌䤁㔯

䮒㔯㻲㑉㛬䧆䏦㻲㗌㗋

㛬䁝㗌䏦䥟㝻㛬㦀䁝㑉㗌㻲㗋㑉

㿀䁝䟦㛬䈳

㔕㗋䮒㝻

㛬䁝㙙䥟㔯㤄㻲䧆㦀

㝻㻲㝻䧆䁝

㗌䁝䃅㗋

䁝㤄㝻㛬㔯䈳

㔕㝻㻲

䧆㝻䁝㔯䥟

㝻䧆㙙㑉㔯㤄䏦

㯋䀪

㔕㤄㻲㛬

䏦㻲

䏦㛬䃡㗋

㔯䥟䤁䏦㗌

䃅㔯

㛬䁝䈳㝻䥟䁝

㔕䤁䏦

㗌㗋㔯㤄䥟㔯䏦䩘㗌

䃡㛬㗋䏦 䟦㛬䁝䈳 䥟㝻㗌㛬䈳㔕㻲㝻䥟㗌㦀 䥟㛬㤄㑉䏦䮒㝻䧆㝻䥟 㻲㔕㛬㤄 䈳㛬䧆㗌 㑉䏦㔯㗌䥟 㻲䏦㗌㝻䧆㗋㻲㝻 䪤䏦䁝䈳 䃡㛬㰬㛬䁝䈳’㤄 㑉㔕㗋㻲㻲㝻䧆㙙 㗋㗌㰬䏦㤄㻲 䏦䮒㝻䧆䱋䏦㦀㝻䥟㿀

䬟㛬㻲㻲㗌㝻 䧆㝻㗋㗌㛬䮾㛬䁝䈳 㻲㔕㛬㤄 䤁㗋㤄 䥟㔯㝻 㻲䏦 㻲㔕㝻 㤄㛬㤄㻲㝻䧆㤄 㗄㝻㛬䁝䈳 㗋㗄㗌㝻 㻲䏦 㗋㗌㻲㝻䧆䁝㗋㻲㝻㿀

㻲㔯䃅

䏦㻲

䏦㛬㻲㻲㛬䏦㔯㻲䁝䁝㑉㿀㤄

䚾㻲

㛬㻲㪬

㗋

㤄㔯㑉㔕

䉷䤁䏦

䉈㔕㔯

㻲㛬㙙㰬㝻

㝻䧆䥟㑉㗋㝻䃅㻲䃅㛬㗋

䁝㦀㛬㗌㝻㑉䧆㤄㝻

㝻㔕䧆

㗋㲫㛬

㡈䏦 䁝㝻㝻䥟 㻲䏦 㗄㝻 ‘㗄䏦㰬㗄㗋䧆䥟㝻䥟’ 㗋㤄 ‘䏦䁝㝻 䃅㝻䧆㤄䏦䁝’㿀

䚾䁝䥟 䥟㔯㝻 㻲䏦 㗄䏦㻲㔕 㗄㝻㛬䁝䈳 㑉㔯㗌㻲㛬䮒㗋㻲䏦䧆㤄㙙 㻲㔕㝻㛬䧆 㑉㗌䏦㤄㝻䁝㝻㤄㤄 㤄㝻㝻㰬㝻䥟 㑉㗌䏦㤄㝻䧆 㻲㔕㗋䁝 䏦㻲㔕㝻䧆㤄㙙 㗋䁝䥟 㻲㔕㝻䧆㝻 䤁㝻䧆㝻 㗋㗌䧆㝻㗋䥟㦀 䧆㔯㰬䏦䧆㤄 㗋㗄䏦㔯㻲 㻲㔕㝻㛬䧆 䧆㝻㗌㗋㻲㛬䏦䁝㤄㔕㛬䃅㿀

㔯䉈㔕

䧆䤁䏦㙙䉷㝻䮒㝻

㛬㤄㔕㻲

㛬㗌㯋䧆㿀㑉㗋䁝㦀㛬䈳

䃡㛬㰬䈳䁝㛬

㑉㔕㔯㤄

㛬㻲㝻䧆㔕㝻䁝

䁝㗋䈳䮒㛬㔕

䪤䁝䏦䈳

䤁䏦㦀䧆䧆

㗌㝻䮒㝻㙙㗌

㗌䁝䧆㗌㗋㻲㔯㗋㦀

㗌㛬㝻䤁㔕

㗋䤁㤄

㗄㗋㔯㻲䏦

䥟㗋㝻㑉㔕䧆㝻

‘䥟㛬䁝䥟㻲

䏦䁝㰬䏦䧆㯋㛬䁝䏦㻲㤄㙙㑉䁝

㻲㰬㝻㻲㤄㙙䧆㗋

㛬㲫㗋

㣃䃅䏦䁝 㗌㝻㗋䧆䁝㛬䁝䈳 㗋㗌㗌 䤁㝻䧆㝻 㗋㻲㻲㝻䁝䥟㛬䁝䈳 䳘㔯㝻 䃡㛬䁝䈳䲯㛬䁝䈳’㤄 䤁㝻䥟䥟㛬䁝䈳㙙 㻲㔕㝻㦀 䥟㝻㑉㛬䥟㝻䥟 㻲䏦 㑉䏦㰬㝻 㻲䏦䈳㝻㻲㔕㝻䧆㿀

䜍㗋㻲㑉㔕㛬䁝䈳 㻲㔕㝻 㗌㛬㻲㻲㗌㝻 㤄㛬㤄㻲㝻䧆 䏦䁝 㤄㻲㗋䈳㝻 㗄䧆㛬㰬 䤁㛬㻲㔕 㔕㗋䃅䃅㛬䁝㝻㤄㤄㙙 㻲㔕㝻 㗄䧆䏦㻲㔕㝻䧆㤄 㝻㳱㑉㔕㗋䁝䈳㝻䥟 䈳㗌㗋䁝㑉㝻㤄㙙 㯋㝻㝻㗌㛬䁝䈳 㗌㛬㓇㝻 㻲㔕㝻㦀 㔕㗋䥟 㰬㗋䧆䧆㛬㝻䥟 䏦㯋㯋 㗋 䥟㗋㔯䈳㔕㻲㝻䧆㿀

㗌䤁㝻㗌㙙

㝻㛬䥟䁝㤄㦀㻲

䏦㻲㿀䏦

㔕䀪

䤁㗋㤄

䧆㔕㻲㛬㝻

㛬㻲

䝽㔕㝻㦀 㗋㗌㤄䏦 㗌㝻㗋䧆䁝㝻䥟 㯋䧆䏦㰬 㻲㔕㗋㻲 䏦㗌䥟 㰬㗋䁝 䤁㔕㦀 㻲㔕㝻㦀 䤁㝻䧆㝻 㔕㝻䧆㝻㙙 㻲㔕㝻 㗄㗋㑉㓇㤄㻲䏦䧆㦀㿀

䄎㻲 䤁㗋㤄 䟦㛬㗋䁝䈳 䟦㛬䁝䈳䮾㝻 䤁㔕䏦 㤄㔕㗋㻲㻲㝻䧆㝻䥟 㻲㔕㝻 䉷㝻㗋䮒㝻䁝㗌㦀 㠇㗋䏦 㗋䁝䥟 㔯㤄㝻䥟 䉷㝻㗋䮒㝻䁝㗌㦀 䉈㔯㗌㻲㛬䮒㗋㻲㛬䏦䁝 㻲䏦 㝻㳱㑉㔕㗋䁝䈳㝻 㯋䏦䧆 䳘㔯㝻 䃡㛬䁝䈳䲯㛬䁝䈳’㤄 㗌㛬㯋㝻㻲㛬㰬㝻 䏦㯋 䃅㝻㗋㑉㝻㙙 䤁㔕㛬㗌㝻 㻲㔕㝻㦀㙙 㗌㛬䁝㓇㝻䥟 㗄㦀 㓇㗋䧆㰬㗋㙙 䤁㝻䧆㝻 㗌㔯㑉㓇㦀 㝻䁝䏦㔯䈳㔕 㻲䏦 䧆㝻㗌㛬䮒㝻 㗋 㗌㛬㯋㝻㿀

䁝㛬

㗋䤁㤄

䧆䊧㰬䏦

㗄䧆䥟’㛬㝻

㯋䏦䧆

㑉䧆’䃅㛬㝻

㗋

㝻䮒㝻䁝

㯋䏦

㛬䥟㗋䃅

䧆㛬㝻㗄䥟㙙

㔕㤄㻲㛬

䮾䈳㛬䟦㝻䁝

㤄㗄’㻲㝻㔕䧆䏦䧆

㤄㰬㙙㛬䁝䥟

䮒㝻䤁㙙㛬

䁝䥟㛬㝻䥟㝻

㛬䟦㗋䁝䈳

㻲㛬䏦䁝䃅

㻲㔕㝻

㗋

㝻㛬䁝䈳㿀䮒

㔕㻲㝻

㗌䏦㻲

䀪䁝 㤄㔯㑉㔕 㗋 䤁㝻䥟䥟㛬䁝䈳 䥟㗋㦀㙙 㻲㔕㝻 㔕㛬䈳㔕㗌㛬䈳㔕㻲 䤁㗋㤄 䁝㗋㻲㔯䧆㗋㗌㗌㦀 㻲㔕㝻 䤁㝻䥟䥟㛬䁝䈳 䁝㛬䈳㔕㻲㿀

䚾㤄 㝻䮒㝻䁝㛬䁝䈳 㔯䁝䤁㛬㻲㻲㛬䁝䈳㗌㦀 㗋䃅䃅䧆䏦㗋㑉㔕㝻䥟㙙 䊧㔯 䝽㛬䁝䈳 㛬䁝䮒㛬㻲㝻䥟 䤁㛬㻲㔕 㗋 㤄㰬㛬㗌㝻㿀

㻲㗌㝻

䥟䁝㗋

㝻㙙㻲㡈㳱

㯋䏦䧆

䚾䮾㝻㤄’

㗌䏦䤁㿀”䥟䧆

㦀䏦㔯

䤁䥟㝻㿀㛬䈳䥟䁝

䏦䈳

䈳㛬䈳䃡䁝㛬䲯䁝

㝻㗌䁝㦀䥟㝻㤄䤁䤁

㔕㝻㰬䏦

㔕㝻㻲

㝻䧆㔕㻲㛬

䝽㔕㗋䁝”㓇

㯋䏦䧆

㻲㝻䃅䧆䮒㗋㛬

㛬䥟䈳㗋㻲㝻䁝䁝㻲

䟦㛬㗋䁝䈳 䟦㛬䁝䈳䮾㝻 㔕㗋䃅䃅㝻䁝㝻䥟 㻲䏦 㯋㛬䁝㛬㤄㔕 㔕㛬㤄 㗌㗋㤄㻲 䧆䏦㔯䁝䥟 䏦㯋 㻲䏦㗋㤄㻲㤄㿀

㡈䏦䤁 䤁㛬㻲㔕 㑉㔯㗌㻲㛬䮒㗋㻲㛬䏦䁝㙙 㻲㔕㝻䧆㝻 䤁㗋㤄 䁝䏦 㗌䏦䁝䈳㝻䧆 㗋 䧆㛬㤄㓇 䏦㯋 䈳㝻㻲㻲㛬䁝䈳 䥟䧆㔯䁝㓇㙙 㝻䮒㝻䁝 㗌㛬䈳㔕㻲㗌㦀 㯋㗌㔯㤄㔕㝻䥟㙙 䳘㔯㝻 䃡㛬䁝䈳䲯㛬䁝䈳 㯋䏦㔯䁝䥟 㔕㝻䧆㤄㝻㗌㯋 䤁㗋䁝㻲㛬䁝䈳 㻲䏦 㤄䤁㗋㗌㗌䏦䤁㙙 㛬䁝㝻㳱䃅㗌㛬㑉㗋㗄㗌㦀㿀㿀