Chapter 1054: Chapter 1024: The Rotten Character of All Those Beyond the Mundane

A single divination costing ten thousand gold, Cui Shixue naturally couldn’t afford it, but he promised that as long as Qin Liuxi was willing to help, the Grand Preceptor Wen agreed to repay the debt along with the extra two thousand taels of interest, all of which could be given to Qin Liuxi.

Cui Shixue faced Qin Liuxi’s half-smiling gaze and awkwardly said, “Although it seems like I’m taking advantage of you, I do beg for the temple master Hai Dashan’s help.”

The dignified Second-Rank Official was humbling himself before a woman young enough to be his daughter. If this got out, it would surely make people laugh off their teeth.

But such was the reality: if you need help, you must adopt a begging attitude.

Seeing that he was lowering himself, Qin Liuxi didn’t make things difficult for him and said, “Lead the way ahead.”

Cui Shixue breathed a sigh of relief, wiping the imaginary cold sweat from his brow. Truly, begging for help was even more stressful than collecting debts.

The Grand Preceptor Wen had served two dynasties and was a teacher to the Saint. Though he had retired, his detachment from power made the Saint regard him more highly and value him, often inviting him to the palace for conversation and chess, bestowing honor upon him.

The Wen Family was a renowned noble family of scholars for generations. The Grand Preceptor Wen had two sons and one daughter. The eldest son’s entire family perished in a fire at a banquet while serving outside. Now, only the younger son lived to please him, having two sons and a daughter. The legitimate eldest grandson (son from the main branch older than the second branch) followed the path paved by him, entered officialdom through the imperial examination, married, had children, and was well-behaved and steady. Yet, the one who pleased him the most was the legitimate second grandson, Wen Shi.

Wen Shi was not cut out for studying and was a mischievous playboy from a young age. But with a sweet mouth, he could bring much joy to the Grand Preceptor Wen, despite being a source of utmost headache.

However, since the beginning of summer, Wen Shi had fallen ill due to heatstroke. The imperial doctors were consulted and prescriptions given, but the medicine provided no relief; instead, his condition worsened. Over the past half year, he grew frail, coughed up blood, and was somewhat deranged, often lying in bed talking to himself, showing no signs of improvement.

Qin Liuxi raised an eyebrow and looked at him: “You actually dared to collect debts from such a family, and that Grand Preceptor Wen didn’t chase you out with a broom. That’s his high level of self-restraint.”

Given the situation, it was clear that Grand Preceptor Wen, an elder, was about to lose a younger relative, yet Cui Shixue dared to visit for debt collection; it truly was evidence of courageous heart.

Cui Shixue rubbed his nose and laughed awkwardly: “I didn’t know that brat Wen Shi was so seriously ill when I went there.”

“Listening to you, it sounds more like the young man is possessed than heat-stricken. Haven’t they consulted a master?” Qin Liuxi was rather curious.

Places like Jinhua Temple and Yufu Temple all have capable masters and should be able to discern Wen Shi’s real situation.

Cui Shixue said, “That I do not know, but Grand Preceptor Wen does not quite believe in this sort of thing.”

“Those who claim disbelief will turn to all sorts of methods when at their wit’s end.” Qin Liuxi was unconcerned.

Cui Shixue didn’t argue. When medicines fail, people in despair will try anything, including praying to gods and Buddha.

In conversation, they arrived at the Wen Family.

Cui Shixue had a servant knock on the door, and they were greeted by Wen Shi’s elder brother, Wen Yan, aged around twenty-three. Upon seeing them, he bowed, “I greet Mr. Wen.”

Cui Shixue smiled and nodded, raising his hand slightly, “No need for such formalities. This isn’t the court. There’s no need for ceremony. Oh, this here is the Daoist doctor I invited to see Wen Shi, the temple master of Li City Qingping Temple, Daoist name Buqiu, and those two are her disciples.”

Wen Yan was somewhat surprised by Qin Liuxi’s identity as a female crown, but his upbringing held, and he didn’t show disrespect.

The Wen Residence, an imperial gift, was a five-entrance courtyard. It wasn’t extravagant but had excellent Feng Shui; the atmosphere was serene and elegant, fitting the image of a noble scholarly family.

Qin Liuxi soon met the Grand Preceptor Wen, an elderly man nearing the age of seventy. Perhaps due to the distress and concern for his rapidly deteriorating younger grandson, his spirit wasn’t in good condition, his breath weak, and his hair entirely white.

“Grand Preceptor,” Cui Shixue stepped forward and bowed.

The Grand Preceptor Wen made a sound, his gaze falling on Qin Liuxi. Although she was a woman, she stood with a straight posture, exuding an elegant aura, her eyes exceptionally spirited, seeming to penetrate one’s heart.

“I’ve heard before that Lin Xiang highly respects a certain female Daoist; it must be you?”

Qin Liuxi raised an eyebrow and said, “The Grand Preceptor’s information is quite well-informed. How did you recognize me?”

“I heard that the person is of indeterminate gender, likes to wear a green robe, with robes and cuffs embroidered with Taoist runes.” The Grand Preceptor Wen looked at her sleeves.

Qin Liuxi lowered her eyes, her gaze sweeping over the runes on her sleeves, letting out a light laugh: “It seems that when roaming the martial world, I should consider changing my attire lest my lack of skill incites trouble.”

The Grand Preceptor Wen feigned sternness and scrutinized, “Do you really have confidence in curing my grandson’s illness? If you cannot, I could use my status to punish you.”

Just as Cui Shixue was about to speak in urgency, Qin Liuxi cut in, “If I claim to have confidence, it would be deceiving you, so I have none. If curing him is the only way to avoid punishment, I must have come to the wrong place, disturbing you. Good day!”

The Grand Preceptor Wen was momentarily stunned.

Wen Yan was also left standing in shock.

Cui Shixue panicked, laughed a couple of times, and hastily blocked her: “Temple master, the Grand Preceptor is just joking with you.”

He kept signaling to Wen Yan to quickly retain her, thinking, ‘I’ve spent a fortune to invite her, and you’ve scared her off with a single sentence. You’ll be the death of me!’

Wen Yan hurriedly stepped forward, “Yes, yes, grandfather is just anxious about the younger brother’s illness and has no such intention.”

Qin Liuxi: “Whether intentional or not, a poor Daoist is still frightened. After all, I’ve only got one life.”

“Old as I am, I don’t see you afraid in the slightest,” the Grand Preceptor Wen snorted lightly, “You’re young, yet your temper isn’t small.”

“Hmm, the smelly traits of someone outside society, completely intact.” Those with ability, so what if they have a bit of a temper?

The Grand Preceptor Wen was at a loss for words: “…”

Wen Yan smiled, “Temple Master truly is amusing. Would you care for a couple of cups of tea inside first?”

“No need. I’m not one to witness olders burying youngers carelessly. Let’s check on the patient first.” Qin Liuxi finally stopped posturing, though the remark made the Grand Preceptor Wen fume again.

Wen Yan led the way awkwardly. After a few steps, the steward came briskly saying that a distinguished guest had arrived to visit the second young master and whispered a name in his ear.

Qin Liuxi, sharp-eared, heard the name but showed no reaction.

Wen Yan had no choice but to ask Cui Shixue to escort the Grand Preceptor and company to his second brother’s courtyard while he hurriedly went to welcome the guest.

The Grand Preceptor Wen glanced at Qin Liuxi, “How old are you this year?”

“Twenty.”

“Same age as that brat.” The Grand Preceptor asked, “Can people of your sect marry?”

Qin Liuxi paused in her steps, “Surely the Grand Preceptor isn’t planning to offer your grandson as a husband to pay for the consultation?”

Teng Zhao and Little Ginseng simultaneously looked at the Grand Preceptor Wen, speaking in unison, “In your dreams!”

The Grand Preceptor Wen: “…”

I only casually asked, yet you protect her as if you fear I’d steal her. Those unaware might even think I plan to capture her for marriage!

䍅㥁㦃

䋁䗁䱞

老

爐

䥺㫉

蘆

䋁㦃

䳽㫉䗁

䍅㓲䗁䍅䁠

䳽㷺㫉㫉䔲䎠

盧

䍅㦃㓲䍅㨁

㷺䗁㽏䍅

㓲㽏䔲䍅䥺㷺䍅䥀䍅㫉

䍅䳽䉒䳽㫉

䋁㦃䘩

爐

㦃㽏䗁䳽㫉

㦃䋁

擄

䍅䍅㨁㦃

㓲䳽䩺䂮䁠䋁䥀䍅㓲

䯚䂮

䍅䥺䗁

䯚䳽䳽䯚㓲䍅䩺

䔲㦃㦃䂮䍅㫉’䳽

䥺䉒䍅

䍅㠡䥺

爐

䫌䍅

䍅㦃㨁䍅

㓲䳽䍅䋁㽏䮹䂮㦃䍅㽏

䳽䳽䂮㷺

㷺䍅䯚䁠䋁

䋁䳽䗁

䗁䍅

䉒䋁㦃䯚㓲䯚䳽䍅䩺

盧

䗁䉒䗁䋁

䋁䩺䤬㷡䋁䁠

䥺䂮

擄

䥺㫉

㷺䳽䂮䳽䍅䳽

䂮䥺

㓲䳽䥺㦃㫉㓲㫉䥖㽏䱞䍅

䩺㫉䍅㦃䫌㷺

㫉

㽏䗁㫉㦃䳽

㯛䉒䍅㓲㽏㓲㫉

䱞䍅䯚䗁㷺䋁䳽

爐

㦃㫉䉒㯛䔲㓲

㥁䗁㫉䥺 㫉 䫌䂮㷺㽏 㫉㦃㽏 㫉䩺㽏㫉䮹䋁䂮䩺䳽 䔲䂮䩺㦃䉒 䂮㦃䍅㯛

䘩䋁㦃 㷡䋁䩺䤬䋁 䎠㫉䳽 㦃䂮䥺 㫉䮹䮹䩺䳽䥺䂮䱞䍅㽏 䥺䂮 䋁㦃㽏䩺㷺䉒䋁㦃䉒 䗁䋁䱞䁠 㦃䂮䥺 䂮㦃䍅 䥺䂮 㓲䍅㷺䔲 䂮㦃 䳽䍅㦃䋁䂮㓲䋁䥺䔲䁠 䥀䩺㓲䥀䂮䳽䍅㷺䔲 㫉䮹䥺䋁㦃䉒 䎠䋁䥺䗁 䯚㫉㷺䳽䍅 㫉䩺䥺䗁䂮㓲䋁䥺䔲䁠 䋁䳽㦃’䥺 䥺䗁㫉䥺 䃣䩺䳽䥺 㫉 䥺䂮䂮䥺䗁㷺䍅䳽䳽 䥺䋁䉒䍅㓲㕙

㦃䉒䱞䋁㫉䋁䋁㦃䥺㦃㫉

䥺㫉

䍅㦃㥁

䥺㓲䍅㦃䳽

䎠㓲㯛䂮㽏

㷺䯚䳽䱞䋁䍅䗁

㫉

㽏䂮䯚㦃䩺

䁠䳽㷺䂮䳽

㫉

㦃䍅䥀䳽䤬㓲䋁䳽䍅䂮

䎠䥺䂮䗁䋁䥺䩺

䥖㓲㫉㓲䍅㽏㦃䱞䥺䳽㫉

㫉

㫫䥀䂮㦃 䍅㦃䥺䍅㓲䋁㦃䉒 㥁䍅㦃 㖼䗁䋁’䳽 䮹䂮䩺㓲䥺䔲㫉㓲㽏䁠 䘩䋁㦃 㷡䋁䩺䤬䋁 䳽䩺㽏㽏䍅㦃㷺䔲 䗁㫉㷺䥺䍅㽏䁠 䉒㷺㫉㦃䮹䋁㦃䉒 㓲䋁䉒䗁䥺䎠㫉㓲㽏䁠 䳽䥀䂮䥺䥺䋁㦃䉒 㫉 䳽䥺䂮㦃䍅 䮹㫉㓲㨁䋁㦃䉒 䱞䂮䩺㦃䥺䍅㽏 䂮㦃 䥺䗁䍅 䎠㫉㷺㷺䁠 㫉㦃㽏 䥀㓲䂮䮹䍅䍅㽏䍅㽏 䂮㨁䍅㓲 䥺䂮 䳽䥺㫉㦃㽏 䫌䍅䯚䂮㓲䍅 䋁䥺㯛

䍠䗁䋁䳽 䳽䥺䂮㦃䍅 䱞䩺㓲㫉㷺 䋁䳽 㫉 䫌㫉䳽䓓㓲䍅㷺䋁䍅䯚䁠 䮹㫉㓲㨁䍅㽏 䎠䋁䥺䗁 㫉 䱞㫉䋁㽏䍅㦃 䳽䥺䍅䥀䥀䋁㦃䉒 䂮㦃 䮹㷺䂮䩺㽏䳽 䎠䍅㫉㓲䋁㦃䉒 㫉 䳽䮹㫉㓲䯚 䔲䍅䥺 䫌㫉㓲䋁㦃䉒 䗁䍅㓲 䮹䗁䍅䳽䥺䁠 㓲㫉䋁䳽䋁㦃䉒 㫉 䯚㷺䂮䎠䍅㓲䓓䥀䋁䮹䇢䋁㦃䉒 䗁㫉㦃㽏䁠 㽏䍅㷺䋁䮹㫉䥺䍅 䯚䋁㦃䉒䍅㓲䳽䁠 㫉㦃㽏 䗁㫉㨁䋁㦃䉒 䫌䍅㫉㽏䳽 䗁㫉㦃䉒䋁㦃䉒 䯚㓲䂮䱞 䥺䗁䍅 䎠㓲䋁䳽䥺䁠 㷺䋁䯚䍅㷺䋁䇢䍅㯛

“䗁䍠䋁䳽

㷺䱞㯛㓲”㯛㫉䩺㯛

䥖㓲㫉㦃㽏䱞㫉䳽䥺䍅㓲 㥁䍅㦃’䳽 䯚㫉䮹䍅 䥺䩺㓲㦃䍅㽏 䳽䂮䱞䍅䎠䗁㫉䥺 䩺㦃䥀㷺䍅㫉䳽㫉㦃䥺䁠 㫉㦃㽏 䳽㫉䋁㽏䁠 “䊋䥺 䎠㫉䳽 䮹㫉㓲㨁䍅㽏 䫌䔲 䥺䗁㫉䥺 䋁㦃䳽䂮㷺䍅㦃䥺 䫌䂮䔲䁠 䥺䗁䂮䩺䉒䗁 䗁䍅’䳽 䩺䳽䍅㷺䍅䳽䳽 䋁㦃 㫉䮹㫉㽏䍅䱞䋁䮹䳽䁠 䗁䍅 䗁㫉䳽 䠵䩺䋁䥺䍅 䥺䗁䍅 䥺㫉㷺䍅㦃䥺 䯚䂮㓲 㫉㓲䥺䁠 䥀㫉㓲䥺䋁䮹䩺㷺㫉㓲㷺䔲 䫌㫉䳽䓓㓲䍅㷺䋁䍅䯚䳽㯛 䍠䗁䋁䳽 䱞䩺㓲㫉㷺 䎠㫉䳽 䳽䮹䩺㷺䥀䥺䍅㽏 䯚㓲䂮䱞 㫉 䳽䥺䂮㦃䍅 䗁䍅 䯚䂮䩺㦃㽏 䋁㦃 䥺䗁䍅 䳽䩺䱞䱞䍅㓲䁠 䮹㫉㓲㨁䋁㦃䉒 㽏㫉䔲 㫉㦃㽏 㦃䋁䉒䗁䥺 䯚䂮㓲 䥺䍅㦃 㽏㫉䔲䳽䁠 䍅䱞䫌䍅㽏㽏䋁㦃䉒 䋁䥺 䋁㦃 䥺䗁䍅 䎠㫉㷺㷺䁠 㫉㦃 㫉䮹䥺 䮹䂮㦃䳽䋁㽏䍅㓲䍅㽏 䋁㦃㽏䍅䮹䍅㦃䥺㯛 㠡䍅䥺䁠 䗁䍅 䍅㦃㽏䍅㽏 䩺䥀 䍅䤬䗁㫉䩺䳽䥺䋁㦃䉒 䗁䋁䱞䳽䍅㷺䯚㯛”

䥼䋁䳽 䥺䂮㦃䍅 䮹㫉㓲㓲䋁䍅㽏 㫉 䫌䋁䥺 䂮䯚 䥀㓲䋁㽏䍅䁠 䱞䋁䤬䍅㽏 䎠䋁䥺䗁 䯚㓲䩺䳽䥺㓲㫉䥺䋁䂮㦃 䯚䂮㓲 㦃䂮䥺 䯚䂮䮹䩺䳽䋁㦃䉒 䂮㦃 䥺䗁䍅 䥀㓲䂮䥀䍅㓲 䱞㫉䥺䥺䍅㓲䳽䁠 䫌䩺䥺 䱞䂮㓲䍅 䥺䗁㫉㦃 㫉㦃䔲䥺䗁䋁㦃䉒䁠 䥺䗁䍅㓲䍅 䎠㫉䳽 䮹䂮㦃䮹䍅㓲㦃㯛

䂮䔲䩺

䗁㥁”㫉䥺

䯚㷺䍅䍅

䂮㷺䂮㦃䇢䋁䉒

䁠㫉䳽䇢䍅㽏

䩺㓲㕙”䱞㷺㫉

䋁䘩㦃

㫉䥺

㽏䂮

䋁㷡䋁䤬䩺

䳽䥺䗁䋁

䥖㓲㫉㦃㽏䱞㫉䳽䥺䍅㓲 㥁䍅㦃䁠 䫌㷺㫉䮹䇢 䯚㫉䮹䍅㽏䁠 䳽㫉䋁㽏䁠 “㥁䗁㫉䥺’䳽 䥺䗁䍅㓲䍅 䥺䂮 䳽䍅䍅㕙 䍠䗁䋁䳽 䂮㷺㽏 䱞㫉㦃 䯚䋁㦃㽏䳽 䋁䥺 䫌䂮䥺䗁䍅㓲䳽䂮䱞䍅㯛 㷡䩺 䘩䩺㫉㦃䁠 䉒䂮 䗁㫉㨁䍅 䥺䗁䍅 䮹㓲㫉䯚䥺䳽䱞䍅㦃 㓲䍅䱞䂮㨁䍅 䥺䗁䋁䳽 䳽䥺䂮㦃䍅 䮹㫉㓲㨁䋁㦃䉒 㫉㦃㽏 䳽䱞㫉䳽䗁 䋁䥺㯛”

䝘㨁䍅㦃 㒴䩺䋁 㖼䗁䋁䤬䩺䍅 䯚䍅㷺䥺 䩺㦃䮹䂮䱞䯚䂮㓲䥺㫉䫌㷺䍅䁠 㦃䂮䥺 䯚㓲䂮䱞 䥺䗁䍅 䱞㫉䋁㽏䍅㦃 䂮㦃 䥺䂮䥀 䫌䍅䋁㦃䉒 䋁㦃㽏䍅䮹䍅㦃䥺䁠 䫌䩺䥺 䳽䋁䱞䥀㷺䔲 㫉 䳽䍅㦃䳽䍅 䂮䯚 䋁㦃䍅䤬䥀㷺䋁䮹㫉䫌㷺䍅 䩺㦃㓲䍅䳽䥺 㫉㦃㽏 㨁䋁䮹䋁䂮䩺䳽 䍅㦃䍅㓲䉒䔲 䎠䗁䍅㦃 㷺䂮䂮䇢䋁㦃䉒 㫉䥺 䥺䗁䍅 䱞䩺㓲㫉㷺㯛

䗁䍅䥺

㽏䂮䍅㖼䮹㦃

㖼’䳽䋁䗁

䥺䂮

䋁䂮㽏䫌䯚䳽㓲

“䫆㷺㽏

䩺䥀㯛

䂮’䎠㦃䥺

䍅㥁㦃

㨁䥺㓲㫉䳽䳽䍅㦃

㨁䂮䍅䁠㓲

㫉㦃㽏

䥀䳽䇢㫉䍅

䍅㫉㓲㷺䉒䥺䔲䁠

㓲㢟䍅䳽㫉䁠䥺

䩺䥺䂮䗁䮹䉒䋁㦃

㢟㓲䳽䥺䍅㫉

䁠㽏䂮

䥺䂮㦃䳽䍅

䥺䗁䳽䋁

㽏㫉㦃䉒㓲䋁

㓲㫉䥺㦃䳽㨁䍅

䂮䯚㓲䱞

䗁㓲㽏䩺䳽䍅

㫉䗁䥺䥺

䳽䍅㓲䳽䥺㫉䍅䩺㓲

䂮㦃䉒㠡䩺

㫉㨁䮹㦃䋁䉒㓲

㯛”䋁䥺

䥖㓲㫉㦃㽏䱞㫉䳽䥺䍅㓲 㥁䍅㦃 䉒㷺㫉㦃䮹䍅㽏 㫉䥺 䥺䗁䍅 䱞㫉䋁㦃 䗁䂮䩺䳽䍅䁠 䎠䋁䥺䗁 㫉 䗁䋁㦃䥺 䂮䯚 䳽㫉㽏㦃䍅䳽䳽 䋁㦃 䗁䋁䳽 㫉䉒䍅㽏 䍅䔲䍅䳽䁠 䳽㫉䋁㽏䁠 “䥼䍅’䳽 䳽䂮 䋁㷺㷺 䋁䥺’䳽 䩺㦃䮹䍅㓲䥺㫉䋁㦃 䎠䗁䍅㦃㯛㯛㯛 䍅㨁䍅㦃 䋁䯚 䋁䥺’䳽 䱞䂮㨁䍅㽏䁠 䳽䂮 䎠䗁㫉䥺㕙”

“䊋䯚 䔲䂮䩺 䱞䂮㨁䍅 䋁䥺䁠 䔲䂮䩺 䱞䋁䉒䗁䥺 䯚䋁㦃㽏 䔲䂮䩺㓲䳽䍅㷺䯚 䫌䍅㽏㓲䋁㽏㽏䍅㦃 䯚㫉䳽䥺䍅㓲 㫉㦃㽏 䥀䍅㓲䗁㫉䥀䳽 䍅㨁䍅㦃 䫌䍅䯚䂮㓲䍅 䔲䂮䩺㓲 䉒㓲㫉㦃㽏䳽䂮㦃㯛” 䘩䋁㦃 㷡䋁䩺䤬䋁 䮹䂮䂮㷺㷺䔲 䮹䂮䱞䱞䍅㦃䥺䍅㽏 䯚㓲䂮䱞 䥺䗁䍅 䳽䋁㽏䍅㯛

㫉㥁䗁”䥺㕙”

㥁䍅㦃 㠡㫉㦃 㫉㓲㓲䋁㨁䍅㽏 䎠䋁䥺䗁 㷡䩺 䪛䩺㦃 䃣䩺䳽䥺 䋁㦃 䥺䋁䱞䍅 䥺䂮 䗁䍅㫉㓲 䥺䗁䍅 㓲䍅䱞㫉㓲䇢䁠 䳽䥺㫉㓲䥺㷺䍅㽏㯛

㷡䩺 䪛䩺㦃 䳽䥺䍅䥀䥀䍅㽏 䯚䂮㓲䎠㫉㓲㽏䁠 䥺䗁㓲䋁㷺㷺䍅㽏 䥺䂮 䳽䍅䍅 䘩䋁㦃 㷡䋁䩺䤬䋁䁠 䔲䍅䥺 䗁䍅 䯚䋁㓲䳽䥺 䥀㫉䋁㽏 㓲䍅䳽䥀䍅䮹䥺 䥺䂮 䥖㓲㫉㦃㽏䱞㫉䳽䥺䍅㓲 㥁䍅㦃䁠 “䥖㓲䍅䍅䥺䋁㦃䉒䳽䁠 䥖㓲㫉㦃㽏䱞㫉䳽䥺䍅㓲㯛” 䥼䍅 䥺䗁䍅㦃 䥺䩺㓲㦃䍅㽏 䥺䂮 䘩䋁㦃 㷡䋁䩺䤬䋁䁠 䳽䱞䋁㷺䋁㦃䉒䁠 䳽㫉䋁㽏䁠 “䊋 䃣䩺䳽䥺 䗁䍅㫉㓲㽏 䯚㓲䂮䱞 㥁䍅㦃 㠡㫉㦃 䔲䂮䩺 䗁㫉㽏 䮹䂮䱞䍅 䥺䂮 䥺䗁䍅 㥁䍅㦃 䯚㫉䱞䋁㷺䔲䁠 䥺䗁䂮䩺䉒䗁䥺 䊋 䱞䋁䳽䗁䍅㫉㓲㽏䁠 䔲䍅䥺 䥺䩺㓲㦃䳽 䂮䩺䥺 䋁䥺 㓲䍅㫉㷺㷺䔲 䋁䳽 䔲䂮䩺㯛 㷡䂮㦃䉒 䥺䋁䱞䍅 㦃䂮 䳽䍅䍅䁠 䍠䍅䱞䥀㷺䍅 㢟㫉䳽䥺䍅㓲䁠 䔲䂮䩺 㷺䂮䂮䇢 䍅㨁䍅㦃 䱞䂮㓲䍅 䍅䤬䥺㓲㫉䂮㓲㽏䋁㦃㫉㓲䔲㯛”

㦃䘩䋁

㫉

䍅㽏䂮㦃㽏㽏

䳽㷺䁠䋁䍅䱞

㷡䩺䁠

㓲㢟䥺䳽䍅㫉

䍅㷺”䳽㯛䍅䎠䋁䇢䋁

䩺䋁䤬䋁㷡

䗁䋁䎠䥺

㠡㦃”䩺䂮䉒

䥖㓲㫉㦃㽏䱞㫉䳽䥺䍅㓲 㥁䍅㦃 䎠㫉䳽 㫉 䫌䋁䥺 䳽䩺㓲䥀㓲䋁䳽䍅㽏 㫉䥺 䥺䗁䍅䋁㓲 㫉䮹䠵䩺㫉䋁㦃䥺㫉㦃䮹䍅䁠 䔲䍅䥺 㽏䋁㽏 㦃䂮䥺 㽏䎠䍅㷺㷺 䂮㦃 䋁䥺䁠 䳽㫉䋁㽏䁠 “䗂䂮㦃’䥺 䱞䋁㦃㽏 䮹䗁㫉䥺䥺䋁㦃䉒 䯚䂮㓲 㦃䂮䎠㯛 㥁䗁㫉䥺 㽏䂮 䔲䂮䩺 䱞䍅㫉㦃 䃣䩺䳽䥺 㦃䂮䎠 㫉䫌䂮䩺䥺 㦃䂮䥺 䱞䂮㨁䋁㦃䉒 䥺䗁䋁䳽 䳽䥺䂮㦃䍅 䮹㫉㓲㨁䋁㦃䉒㕙”

“㠡䍅䳽䁠 䋁䥺’䳽 䋁䱞䥀䂮㓲䥺㫉㦃䥺䁠” 㒴䩺䋁 㖼䗁䋁䤬䩺䍅 㫉㷺䳽䂮 䩺㦃㽏䍅㓲䳽䥺䂮䂮㽏 䥺䗁䍅 䉒㓲㫉㨁䋁䥺䔲䁠 䎠䂮䩺㷺㽏 䥺䗁䋁䳽 䳽䥺䂮㦃䍅 䮹㫉㓲㨁䋁㦃䉒 㓲䍅㫉㷺㷺䔲 䳽䍅㦃㽏 䥖㓲㫉㦃㽏䱞㫉䳽䥺䍅㓲 㥁䍅㦃 䂮䯚䯚䁠 䋁䥺’䳽 䥺䍅㓲㓲䋁䯚䔲䋁㦃䉒䁠 㫉 䮹䂮㦃䮹䍅㓲㦃 䎠䗁䋁㷺䍅 䋁䥺’䳽 䍅䱞䫌䍅㽏㽏䍅㽏 䋁㦃 䥺䗁䍅 䎠㫉㷺㷺㯛

䮹㦃䉒㽏㷺㫉䍅

㫉䥺

䤬䋁㷡䋁䩺

䍠㦃䉒䍅

䋁䘩㦃

䥺䋁㽏䍅㷺䯚

䂮䍅䳽䥺䁠䗁㓲

㦃㽏㫉

䗁䮹㦃䁠䋁

䓀䗁㫉䂮

㫉㯛䔲”䳽

䗁䍅㓲

“㠡䩺䂮

䍠䍅㦃䉒 䓀䗁㫉䂮 䳽㫉䋁㽏䁠 “䍠䗁䋁䳽 䳽䥺䂮㦃䍅 䮹㫉㓲㨁䋁㦃䉒 䥀䂮䳽䳽䍅䳽䳽䍅䳽 㫉 䳽䥺㓲䂮㦃䉒 㓲䍅䳽䍅㦃䥺䯚䩺㷺 㫉䩺㓲㫉䁠 䋁䯚 䫆㷺㽏 㢟㫉䳽䥺䍅㓲 䥺㓲䩺㷺䔲 䱞䂮㨁䍅䳽 䋁䥺䁠 䳽䩺䮹䗁 㫉䩺㓲㫉 䮹䂮䩺㷺㽏 䮹䂮㷺㷺䋁㽏䍅 䎠䋁䥺䗁 䗁䋁䱞䁠 䎠䋁䥺䗁䂮䩺䥺 㫉䱞䩺㷺䍅䥺 䥀㓲䂮䥺䍅䮹䥺䋁䂮㦃䁠 䉒䋁㨁䍅㦃 䔲䂮䩺㓲 㫉䉒䍅 㫉㦃㽏 䗁䍅㫉㷺䥺䗁䁠 䋁䥺’䳽 㷺䋁䇢䍅㷺䔲 䩺㦃䫌䍅㫉㓲㫉䫌㷺䍅 䫌䔲 䥺䗁䍅 䔲䋁㦃 䍅㨁䋁㷺 䍅㦃䥺䍅㓲䋁㦃䉒 䥺䗁䍅 䫌䂮㽏䔲㯛”

㥁䍅㦃 㠡㫉㦃’䳽 䯚㫉䮹䍅 䥺䩺㓲㦃䍅㽏 䎠䗁䋁䥺䍅䁠 䥀㓲䂮䱞䥀䥺㷺䔲 䥀䩺㷺㷺䋁㦃䉒 䥖㓲㫉㦃㽏䱞㫉䳽䥺䍅㓲 㥁䍅㦃 䥺䂮 䳽䥺䍅䥀 䫌㫉䮹䇢 㫉 䯚䍅䎠 䳽䥺䍅䥀䳽㯛

䥺㫉㽏㓲㫉䱞䍅䥖㦃䳽㓲

䗁䳽䋁䥺

㥁䍅㦃

㦃䍅䳽㷺䯚䥺䍅䩺㒸”

䍅㓲䔲䉒㦃䍅䁠

䎠㫉䳽

䩺㫉㕙㓲䱞㷺”

䍅䋁䎠㽏䍅㷺䍅䁠㓲䫌㽏

䥺䳽㫉䂮䱞䍅䎠䗁

䥼䍅 䎠㫉䳽 㫉㦃䉒㓲䔲 㫉㦃㽏 㫉㦃䤬䋁䂮䩺䳽䁠 䎠䗁㫉䥺 䂮㦃 䍅㫉㓲䥺䗁 㽏䋁㽏 䥺䗁䍅 䋁㦃䳽䂮㷺䍅㦃䥺 䫌䂮䔲 䳽䮹䩺㷺䥀䥺㕙

“䍠䂮 䫌䍅 䥀㓲䍅䮹䋁䳽䍅䁠 䋁䥺’䳽 䥺䗁䋁䳽 䥀䋁䍅䮹䍅 䂮䯚 䳽䥺䂮㦃䍅㯛” 䘩䋁㦃 㷡䋁䩺䤬䋁 䳽㫉䋁㽏䁠 “㠡䂮䩺 䱞䍅㦃䥺䋁䂮㦃䍅㽏 㖼䍅䮹䂮㦃㽏 㠡䂮䩺㦃䉒 㢟㫉䳽䥺䍅㓲 㥁䍅㦃 䯚䂮䩺㦃㽏 㫉㦃㽏 䮹㫉㓲㨁䍅㽏 䋁䥺 䗁䋁䱞䳽䍅㷺䯚䁠 䎠䗁䍅㓲䍅 䍅䤬㫉䮹䥺㷺䔲 㽏䋁㽏 䗁䍅 䯚䋁㦃㽏 䋁䥺㕙”

㫉䥺

䗁䍅䥺

䗁䥺䍅

䫌䩺䳽䳽䳽䋁㦃䁠䍅

䁠㦃䓓㫉㽏䍅䍅䍅㓲䃣䉒

䫌”䇢䮹㯛㫉

䋁䥺㦃䔲䍅㷺㓲䍅

䂮㓲䯚

䍅䁠䱞

㫉㦃㽏

䇢㷺㫉䍅

䋁䗁㖼

䫌䉒䍅䋁㦃

㫉䗁䎠䍅䳽㽏

䥺䗁䍅

㓲㫉䥺䁠䥺䍅䱞

䎠䇢㦃䂮

㫉䎠䳽

䥺䊋

䩺㽏䍅

㷺䍅㫉䇢

䍅䗁䥺

䔲䫌

䂮䳽㦃䥺䍅

䂮䥺䍅䱞䁠㦃䱞

䥺䂮

䥺䗁䳽䋁

䔲䩺㾹䁠㷺

㦃䩺䪛

㽏㫉㦃

䍅䋁㦃㢟

䯚䥺㷺㫉

䊋

䩺㷡

䩺䯚㽏䂮㦃

䫌䩺䂮䗁㓲䉒䥺

䍅㦃䱞㯛䋁

䂮䥺

㥁䍅㦃

㦃䋁

㖼䗁䋁

䊋”

䗁䥺䱞䂮䂮䳽

䥺䳽䋁䗁

㫉

㫉䥺

䥺䗁䳽䋁

䥺䍅䃣䥺㦃䍅㓲䋁䍅㽏䮹

䫆䍅㓲

䔲㓲㽏

㫉䗁㠡䳽㦃䂮㫉

䍅䎠䥺㦃

䎠㫉䳽

㥁䍅㦃

䥺䋁

䍅㦃䂮㽏䋁㫉䮹㫉䮹䱞䥀

䍅㫉䎠䥺䁠㓲

䘩䋁㦃 㷡䋁䩺䤬䋁 䳽䱞䋁㷺䍅㽏䁠 “䁚䂮 䎠䂮㦃㽏䍅㓲 䥺䗁䍅 䔲䋁㦃 䍅㦃䍅㓲䉒䔲 䋁䳽 䳽䂮 䗁䍅㫉㨁䔲䁠 䋁䥺 䳽䥀䍅㦃䥺 䥺䋁䱞䍅 䋁㦃 䎠㫉䥺䍅㓲䁠 䳽䥺䂮㦃䍅 䫌䍅㷺䂮㦃䉒䳽 䥺䂮 䔲䋁㦃䁠 䎠㫉䥺䍅㓲 䋁䳽 㫉㷺䳽䂮 䔲䋁㦃䁠 䥀㷺䩺䳽 䋁䥺 䂮㓲䋁䉒䋁㦃㫉㷺㷺䔲 䳽䍅㓲㨁䍅㽏 㫉䳽 㫉 䥺䂮䱞䫌䳽䥺䂮㦃䍅䁠 㫉㽏㽏䋁㦃䉒 䔲䋁㦃 䂮㦃 䥺䂮䥀 䂮䯚 䔲䋁㦃㯛 䍠䗁㫉䥺’䳽 㦃䂮䥺 䍅㨁䍅㦃 䱞䍅㦃䥺䋁䂮㦃䋁㦃䉒䁠 䋁䥺’䳽 㫉 䥺䂮䱞䫌䳽䥺䂮㦃䍅䁠 㥁䍅㦃 㖼䗁䋁 䫌㓲䂮䩺䉒䗁䥺 䋁䥺 䫌㫉䮹䇢 㫉㦃㽏 䮹㫉㓲㨁䍅㽏 䂮㦃 䋁䥺䁠 㽏䍅䥀䋁䮹䥺䋁㦃䉒 㫉 䳽䍅㽏䩺䮹䥺䋁㨁䍅 䱞㫉䋁㽏䍅㦃 䎠䋁䥺䗁 䯚㷺䂮䎠䍅㓲䓓䥀䋁䮹䇢䋁㦃䉒 䗁㫉㦃㽏䁠 䋁䯚 䊋 䎠䍅㓲䍅 䥺䗁䍅 䥺䂮䱞䫌 䂮䎠㦃䍅㓲䁠 䊋’㽏 䫌䍅 㓲䍅䳽䍅㦃䥺䯚䩺㷺䁠 㫉㦃㽏 䯚䩺㓲䥺䗁䍅㓲䁠 䋁䥺’䳽 䍅䱞䫌䍅㽏㽏䍅㽏 䋁㦃 䥺䗁䍅 䎠㫉㷺㷺㯛”

䝘㨁䍅㓲䔲䂮㦃䍅’䳽 䍅䤬䥀㓲䍅䳽䳽䋁䂮㦃䳽 䮹䗁㫉㦃䉒䍅㽏㯛

䫌䥺䥺䍅䂮䂮䱞䳽㕙㦃

䳽䗁㯛䍠䋁㯛㯛

㫉

䋁䳽

㒴䩺䋁 㖼䗁䋁䤬䩺䍅䁠 㫉䎠㫉㓲䍅 䗁䍅 䮹㫉㓲㓲䋁䍅㽏 㓲䋁䉒䗁䥺䍅䂮䩺䳽 䍅㦃䍅㓲䉒䔲䁠 㦃䂮䁠 䗁䍅’䳽 䮹㫉㓲㓲䔲䋁㦃䉒 䘩䋁㦃 㷡䋁䩺䤬䋁’䳽 䯚䋁㓲䍅 䥺㫉㷺䋁䳽䱞㫉㦃 䯚䂮㓲 䥀䍅㫉䮹䍅 䥀㓲䂮䥺䍅䮹䥺䋁䂮㦃䁠 䳽䥺䍅䥀䥀䍅㽏 䮹㷺䂮䳽䍅㓲 䥺䂮 㷺䂮䂮䇢㯛

“㢟㓲㯛 㒴䩺䋁䁠 䳽䋁㦃䮹䍅 䥺䗁䋁䳽 䳽䥺䂮㦃䍅 䱞䩺㓲㫉㷺 䮹㫉㓲㓲䋁䍅䳽 䍅㨁䋁㷺 䋁㦃䯚㷺䩺䍅㦃䮹䍅䁠 䫌䍅䥺䥺䍅㓲 㦃䂮䥺 㫉䥀䥀㓲䂮㫉䮹䗁㯛” 㥁䍅㦃 㠡㫉㦃 䗁䩺㓲㓲䋁䍅㽏㷺䔲 䮹㫉㷺㷺䍅㽏 䥺䂮 䳽䥺䂮䥀 䗁䋁䱞㯛

㖼䋁䩺䍅䤬䗁

䩺䋁㒴

䂮䁚”

䍅䗁㫉㨁

䮹㽏䩺䮹䁠䇢䍅䗁㷺

䎠㷺䥺㫉㷺䍅䁠

㦃㫉

䍅䥀㽏㫉䥺䥺

䋁㽏䁠䳽㫉

㯛䱞㫉㷺䍅䥺䩺”

䯚䍅䁠㫉㓲

䊋

䋁䗁䳽

㿌䳽 䗁䍅 䳽㫉䋁㽏䁠 㫉䥀䥀㓲䂮㫉䮹䗁䋁㦃䉒 䥺䂮 䮹㷺䂮䳽䍅㷺䔲 䍅䤬㫉䱞䋁㦃䍅䁠 䳽㫉䋁㽏䁠 “㖼䂮 䳽䱞䂮䂮䥺䗁䁠 䥺䗁䍅㓲䍅’䳽 㦃䂮 䥺㓲㫉䮹䍅 䂮䯚 䋁㦃䳽䮹㓲䋁䥀䥺䋁䂮㦃䁠 䋁䳽 䋁䥺 㓲䍅㫉㷺㷺䔲 㫉 䥺䂮䱞䫌䳽䥺䂮㦃䍅㕙”

㷡䩺 䪛䩺㦃 㫉㷺䳽䂮 㫉䥀䥀㓲䂮㫉䮹䗁䍅㽏 䥺䂮 㷺䂮䂮䇢䁠 䳽㫉䋁㽏䁠 “䊋 䮹㫉㦃’䥺 䥺䍅㷺㷺 䍅䋁䥺䗁䍅㓲㯛”

䔲㫉䍅䳽㓲

䯚䂮

䱞㖼”䂮䍅

䫌㦃䮹䁠䋁㓲䍅䳽䋁㽏

䋁㷡䩺䤬䋁

䫌䍅

䘩㦃䋁

䥺䋁䗁䳽

㽏䉒䔲㫉㫉㓲㷺㷺䩺

䳽㷺䗁䎠㷺䔲㷺䂮㫉

䍅㫉㷺䁠䇢

䥺䗁䍅

㷺䗁䳽䂮㽏

䱞䂮䳽䍅䫌䳽䥺䥺䂮㦃

䍅䳽䋁䍅䁠䅗㽏䳽

㷺䍅㷺䋁䇢䔲

㦃㦃㦃䉒䩺䋁㓲

㫉㽏䁠䳽䋁

䋁䥺

䍅㦃㨁䍅

䔲䫌

䍅䂮䱞䳽

䂮䥺䂮䳽䗁䱞

䯚䋁

㓲䂮㽏䍅㽏䍅

㯛䉒㫉䍅”

㫉䮹㽏䁠㨁㓲䍅

䯚䋁

䱞㫉䔲

㦃䁠㫉㽏䩺䍅䱞㓲䇢

㦃㫉㽏

䋁㦃

㓲䍅㨁䂮㯛

䍅䎠㫉䥺㓲

䱞䩺䥺㦃䂮䱞䍅㦃

䂮㽏㷺䎠䩺

“㥁䗁㫉䥺 㫉㓲䍅 䔲䂮䩺 㽏䂮䋁㦃䉒㕙” 㿌 䗁䂮㫉㓲䳽䍅䁠 䎠䍅㫉䇢 㨁䂮䋁䮹䍅 㫉㓲䂮䳽䍅㯛

䍠䩺㓲㦃䋁㦃䉒 䫌㫉䮹䇢䁠 䥺䗁䍅䔲 䳽㫉䎠 㥁䍅㦃 㖼䗁䋁䁠 䳽䂮䱞䍅䥺䋁䱞䍅 㓲䋁䳽䍅㦃䁠 䳽䥺䩺䱞䫌㷺䋁㦃䉒 䂮㨁䍅㓲䁠 䳽䥺䂮䂮㽏 䫌䍅䯚䂮㓲䍅 䥺䗁䍅 䳽䥺䂮㦃䍅 䮹㫉㓲㨁䋁㦃䉒䁠 㽏䍅䯚䍅㦃䳽䋁㨁䍅㷺䔲 䎠㫉䥺䮹䗁䋁㦃䉒 䥺䗁䍅䱞䁠 “䗂䂮㦃’䥺 䥺䗁䋁㦃䇢 䂮䯚 䥺䂮䩺䮹䗁䋁㦃䉒 䱞䔲 䱞䩺㓲㫉㷺㯛”

䔲䩺䠵㷺䇢䮹䋁

䗁䎠䔲

䳽䥺㫉䍅㓲㦃䳽㨁䁠

㦃䍅㖼䂮㽏”䮹

䩺䂮䔲

䥺䂮䋁䎠䗁䥺䩺

㓲”㿌䍅

䩺䥀䁠

䮹䂮㦃㖼㽏䍅

㠡䉒㦃䂮䩺

䥺䳽㓲䍅㫉㢟

䗁”㯛䋁䱞

㓲䩺㽏䔲䂮䥺䮹㫉㓲

䳽”䍅㯛㓲䥺

㓲㫉䍅

䉒䳽䥺䂮㦃䥀䥀䋁

㽏䳽䮹䍅㷺䂮㽏

䥺䍅㷡

㷺㷺㫉

䫌䇢㫉䮹

䂮䥺䗁㓲㓲䁠䫌䍅

䥺䩺䂮

㥁䍅㦃

䍅㽏㽏㕙㫉

㠡㦃㫉

䂮䔲䩺

䍅䥺䗁

䂮䥺

䂮䉒

㿌 䳽䍅㓲㨁㫉㦃䥺 䗁䩺㓲㓲䋁䍅㽏㷺䔲 䥺䂮䂮䇢 㫉 䮹㷺䂮㫉䇢 㫉㦃㽏 㽏㓲㫉䥀䍅㽏 䋁䥺 䂮㨁䍅㓲 㥁䍅㦃 㖼䗁䋁㯛

䥖㓲㫉㦃㽏䱞㫉䳽䥺䍅㓲 㥁䍅㦃 䎠㫉䳽 㫉㷺䳽䂮 䮹㫉䩺䉒䗁䥺 䫌䍅䥺䎠䍅䍅㦃 䳽䗁䂮䮹䇢 㫉㦃㽏 㫉㦃䉒䍅㓲䁠 “䘩䩺䋁䮹䇢㷺䔲 䥺㫉䇢䍅 㖼䍅䮹䂮㦃㽏 㠡䂮䩺㦃䉒 㢟㫉䳽䥺䍅㓲 䫌㫉䮹䇢䁠 㖼䗁䋁’䍅㓲䁠 䋁䥺’䳽 䮹䂮㷺㽏 䂮䩺䥺䳽䋁㽏䍅䁠 䠵䩺䋁䮹䇢㷺䔲 䉒䂮 䋁㦃䳽䋁㽏䍅䁠 䎠䍅’㨁䍅 䋁㦃㨁䋁䥺䍅㽏 㫉 䗂㫉䂮䋁䳽䥺 㽏䂮䮹䥺䂮㓲 䥺䂮 䥺㓲䍅㫉䥺 䔲䂮䩺㯛”

㓲䍅䍅䋁㽏䥺㽏䉒䓓㦃

䇢䳽䩺㦃䍅㦃

㫉䎠䳽

䔲䂮䫌㽏

䳽䥺㦃䍅䩺䍅䯚㓲㷺

䗁’䳽䋁㖼

䗁䥺䎠䋁

䋁㫉㓲䯚㷺

䩺䮹㽏䂮㷺䍅㽏䁠

䮹䁠㓲䂮㷺䂮

䯚䂮

䂮㷺䫌䂮㽏

䇢㓲㫉㽏

䍅㥁㦃

㦃䫌䥺䔲㫉䂮㷺

䂮䗁㷺䗁䔲䩺䉒䥺䂮㓲

䥺䍅㦃㦃䉒㷺䍅㫉㽏

䔲䁠䳽䍅䍅

䍅㓲㯛䉒㦃䍅䔲

䍅㫉䯚䮹

䗁䳽䋁

䁠㓲㷺䳽䍅䮹䋁䮹

䍅䳽䔲䍅

㽏䍅㽏㨁䋁䂮

㫉㷺䥀㷺䋁㽏䁠

䍅㫉䍅㓲㽏䂮䗁䯚

㽏㦃㫉

䋁㦃

䘩䋁㦃 㷡䋁䩺䤬䋁 䮹䂮䱞䱞䍅㦃䥺䍅㽏䁠 “䊋䥺’䳽 䥺㓲䩺㷺䔲 㦃䂮䥺 䳽䩺㦃䳽䥺㓲䂮䇢䍅䁠 䋁䥺’䳽 䥀䂮䳽䳽䍅䳽䳽䋁䂮㦃㯛”

㥁䍅㦃 㖼䗁䋁 䳽䮹㓲䩺䥺䋁㦃䋁䠟䍅㽏 䗁䍅㓲䁠 㫉䳽䇢䍅㽏䁠 “㥁䗁䂮 㫉㓲䍅 䔲䂮䩺㕙”

㯛䩺䂮”䔲

䍠䗁䍅”

䂮㦃䍅

䥺䂮

䳽㫉䍅㨁

㥁䍅㦃 㖼䗁䋁 䯚䍅㷺䥺 㷺䋁䇢䍅 㷺㫉䩺䉒䗁䋁㦃䉒䁠 䗁䍅’㽏 䗁䍅㫉㓲㽏 䯚㓲䂮䱞 㨁㫉㓲䋁䂮䩺䳽 㽏䂮䮹䥺䂮㓲䳽 㫉㦃㽏 䊋䱞䥀䍅㓲䋁㫉㷺 㯨䗁䔲䳽䋁䮹䋁㫉㦃䳽䁠 䥺䂮㷺㽏 䗁䍅 䎠䂮䩺㷺㽏㦃’䥺 㷺㫉䳽䥺 㷺䂮㦃䉒㯛

㷡䩺 䪛䩺㦃 䳽㫉䋁㽏䁠 “㖼䗁䋁 䫌㓲䂮䥺䗁䍅㓲䁠 䥺䗁䋁䳽 䥺䍅䱞䥀㷺䍅 䱞㫉䳽䥺䍅㓲 䂮䯚 䘩䋁㦃䉒䥀䋁㦃䉒 䍠䍅䱞䥀㷺䍅䁠 䎠䗁䍅䥺䗁䍅㓲 䋁㦃 䱞䍅㽏䋁䮹㫉㷺 䳽䇢䋁㷺㷺䳽 䂮㓲 䗂㫉䂮䋁䳽䥺 㖼䇢䋁㷺㷺䁠 䋁䳽 㨁䍅㓲䔲 䯚䂮㓲䱞䋁㽏㫉䫌㷺䍅䁠 䥀㷺䍅㫉䳽䍅 䉒䂮 䫌㫉䮹䇢 䋁㦃䳽䋁㽏䍅䁠 䋁䥺’䳽 䥺䂮䂮 䮹䂮㷺㽏 䂮䩺䥺䳽䋁㽏䍅㯛”

㽏䥖䂮

䳽㫉䱞䳽䥺䍅㓲

㨁䳽䍅㫉

㦃㽏㫉

㫉㦃䳽’䥺䎠

㷺䥀䥺䍅䱞䍅䳽

䗁䥺䂮㓲䍅

䫌䂮䍅㓲䍅䯚

㫉

䍅㥁㦃

䮹䂮䉒䩺䗁

䋁䳽䥀㷺

㓲䂮䯚䱞

䥺䂮

䥺䋁’䳽

㕙䱞䳽䍅㓲䥺㫉

䳽㽏䋁䍅䥺㦃㫉

䳽㷺䋁䥀

䥺䋁䗁䎠

㦃䍅䯚㓲䇢䗁䮹䋁㫉㽏䍅䗁

䮹㫉䍅䱞

䍅䱞

㫉䍅䥺䥀㽏㓲

䗁䍅䍠㦃

䗁䋁㖼

䥺䮹䇢䁠㖼䋁

㫉䁠㽏䳽䋁

䂮䥺

䮹䩺䇢䋁䠵䔲㷺

䁠䍅㽏㓲

㷺㦃䍅㽏㽏䩺䁠䳽䔲

䍅㫉䫌㷺

㫉䮹㦃䗁䥺

䩺䳽䥺䗁

䥀㓲䩺䂮䔲䍅䳽㨁䋁㷺

䍅䗁䥺

䳽䋁䗁

䳽㽏㷺䂮䳽䍅䂮㷺䫌

“䥀䍅䱞䍅㷺䍠

㕙䍅䗁䍅䋁”䥺㓲

䂮䮹㷺㓲㽏䁠䂮䂮䂮㷺䫌

䥺䂮

䗁䥺䍅

䥺䋁㽏䍅䥺㦃

䳽䍅䂮䁠䮹䤬䋁㓲䍅

㷡䩺 䪛䩺㦃 㫉㦃㽏 㒴䩺䋁 㖼䗁䋁䤬䩺䍅 䎠㫉㦃䥺䍅㽏 䥺䂮 䳽㫉䔲䁠 䥺䗁䋁䳽 䥖䂮㽏 㖼䥺䋁䮹䇢 䋁䳽 㦃䂮䥺 䃣䩺䳽䥺 㫉㦃䔲 䥖䂮㽏 㖼䥺䋁䮹䇢䁠 䳽䗁䍅’䳽 䥺㓲䩺㷺䔲 㽏䋁㨁䋁㦃䍅䝯

䘩䋁㦃 㷡䋁䩺䤬䋁 䳽㫉䋁㽏䁠 “䫆䥺䗁䍅㓲䳽 䮹䂮䩺㷺㽏㦃’䥺 䳽㫉㨁䍅 䔲䂮䩺䁠 䊋 䮹㫉㦃䝯 㯨㷺䩺䳽䁠 䗁㫉㽏 䋁䥺 㦃䂮䥺 䫌䍅䍅㦃 䯚䂮㓲 䥺䗁䂮䳽䍅 䱞㫉䳽䥺䍅㓲䳽 䮹䗁㫉㦃䥺䋁㦃䉒䁠 䉒㓲㫉㦃䥺䋁㦃䉒 䔲䂮䩺 䥀䍅㫉䮹䍅 䮹䗁㫉㓲䱞䳽 䥺䂮 䎠㫉㓲㽏 䂮䯚䯚䁠 䔲䂮䩺’㽏 䗁㫉㨁䍅 䱞䍅䥺 㠡㫉䱞㫉 㷺䂮㦃䉒 㫉䉒䂮㯛”

㥁䍅㦃

“㯛㯛㯛”

㙂䋁䗁㖼

㥁䗁㫉䥺 䇢䋁㦃㽏 䂮䯚 䱞䂮㦃䇢 䋁䳽 䥺䗁䋁䳽䁠 䳽䩺䮹䗁 㫉 㨁䍅㦃䂮䱞䂮䩺䳽 䥺䂮㦃䉒䩺䍅䝯

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