Chapter 1247: 158: Matters of the Heart Can Wait
Capítulo 1247: Chapter 158: Matters of the Heart Can Wait
Xie Xuanyi pushed open the door and found Jiang Miaoyin waiting in the courtyard.
The medicine was already brewed, and the snow had stopped.
A faint fragrance permeated the courtyard.
“You should have sent a message.”
Xie Xuanyi gently closed the door and said, “You know, the old man’s illness… I can cure it.”
The events in Qingyang City now are quite similar to those in the Divine Travel World.
“Do you think I didn’t want to send a message…”
Jiang Miaoyin sighed softly and helplessly said, “You know the old man’s temper. He is very stubborn and does not want the Jiang Family to bother you, saying that if I dared to send a message, he wouldn’t recognize me as his daughter.”
Jiang Lie knew that once his seclusion ended, Xie Xuanyi would head straight to the Northern Territory to battle with the great cultivators of the Demon Country.
Compared to the lives of the world.
This meeting in Qingyang City… what is it worth?
“Indeed, it’s something he would do.”
Xie Xuanyi looked back inside the room, shaking his head with a bitter smile.
He paused and said, “But now you can rest assured… I’ve already channeled some vitality. Every so often, I’ll come here… If I’m really too busy, you can open this.”
While speaking.
He took out a jade bottle from the Sword Qi Cave Heaven.
Xie Xuanyi carefully siphoned half of the Undying Spring Water Vapor from his Dantian into the jade bottle.
“Leaving again?”
Jiang Miaoyin took the jade bottle and instinctively spoke.
A hint of loss flashed in her eyes.
This conversation seemed different from the last…
Some thoughts were buried in her heart.
Taking root and sprouting, yet unable to grow.
Actually, Jiang Miaoyin herself knew that those thoughts were just thoughts after all.
“Hmm…”
Xie Xuanyi deliberated and slowly said, “The Sword Palace is in great need of revitalization, with many things requiring management and oversight. Currently, it’s a special period, with the Law Enforcement and Junior Brother Qi in the Northern Territory, Huang Susi and Qi Nan heading south to Jiangning…”
Now at the Sword Palace’s Main Sect, only Ci Jing is guarding the empty mountain alone.
“Why not stay in the Qing State a few more days… Once I’m done with these affairs, I’ll return to the Sword Palace with you?”
Jiang Miaoyin mustered the courage to speak up.
She had been in Qingyang City for a while.
The old man was sick, and she had to personally care for him. Besides, all the Jiang Family’s trivial matters were also entrusted to her.
Jiang Qihu was stationed near the Sea Suppression Platform.
In a sense…
Jiang Miaoyin was now the acting Family Head of the Jiang Family.
“No need to rush… Take good care of the old man and the Jiang Family.”
Xie Xuanyi smiled and gently patted his junior sister’s shoulder: “In a while, I’ll be going to a very far place.”
“A very far place?”
Jiang Miaoyin was momentarily stunned.
She looked at Xie Xuanyi, her eyes somewhat surprised.
Although he hadn’t been promoted to Yang God.
With Xie Xuanyi’s strength, he could easily cross the void… What place in this world could be considered “very far”?
Even if going to Da Li, it wouldn’t take much time.
Suddenly.
Two words crossed Jiang Miaoyin’s mind.
Demon Country.
“You want to go… to the Demon Country?”
She almost blurted out without hesitation.
Her eyes were filled with disbelief.
“Yes.”
Xie Xuanyi never liked deception or concealment.
He nodded calmly, saying, “I’m planning to go.”
A few days ago, he went to the Imperial City and met Chen Jingxuan.
The Little State Preceptor insisted on activating the Roundness Instrument to forcibly spy on the Heavenly Secret… Xie Xuanyi couldn’t stop it.
However.
He managed to persuade Chen Jingxuan to let him participate.
That day, what Chen Jingxuan described as a “very dangerous and potentially fatal” mission was to go to the Demon Country.
In terms of danger level…
The Demon Country is much more dangerous than Da Li!
“Senior Brother… are you crazy?”
Jiang Miaoyin momentarily lost her composure.
She stepped forward and grabbed Xie Xuanyi’s sleeve, lowering her voice: “Even when Master was at his peak, going north to the Demon Country also resulted in serious injuries. Now you’re just in the Yin God Realm, what can you do by going to the Demon Country?”
“Master went with much fanfare to kill.”
Xie Xuanyi understood Jiang Miaoyin’s concerns.
He reached out, gently holding his junior sister’s hand, smiling reassuringly: “I’m not that arrogant… Rest assured, I will come back alive.”
“…”
Jiang Miaoyin stood there in a daze, speechless for a long time.
She knew.
With Xie Xuanyi’s personality, once he made a decision, he would never change it.
No matter how much she tried to persuade, it would be useless.
She also knew.
Whatever was important enough for Xie Xuanyi to risk going to the Demon Country, it must be very significant!
This news must not be leaked…
But Xie Xuanyi, without any hesitation, told her.
This moment was so reminiscent of a scene from over a decade ago…
It turned out.
Senior Brother still trusted her.
This trust could not be betrayed in any way.
“I understand now…”
Jiang Miaoyin’s voice became very soft, she lowered her gaze, speaking quietly: “Take good care of yourself…”
“Don’t make it sound so sad, like it’s a farewell forever.”
Xie Xuanyi smiled and reached out his hand.
Just like back then, he patted the woman’s head.
“I’m not leaving yet.”
Xie Xuanyi spoke gently: “During this period, there are still some trivial matters to handle. If I head north, I will send you a message immediately. At that time, the Sword Palace’s Main Sect needs someone to oversee. You need to handle everything in the Qing State accordingly before then.”
“…Alright.”
Jiang Miaoyin looked up.
Almost as if making a firm decision, she spoke seriously: “Senior Brother, you don’t need to mind the words my father said earlier…”
“?”
Xie Xuanyi was momentarily taken aback.
“Actually, during the last Divine Travel, I heard the conversation between you two in the room…”
Jiang Miaoyin blinked and carefully said: “If I guess correctly, this conversation is probably not much different from the last one… His words, Senior Brother, just let them go in one ear and out the other, pay them no heed, don’t take them seriously…”
“I…”
Xie Xuanyi wanted to explain.
“I know Senior Brother’s heart is set solely on cultivation.”
Jiang Miaoyin smiled, speaking frankly: “Miaoyin actually has no other intentions, being able to accompany Senior Brother on this journey and seeing Senior Brother reach the pinnacle is already a great fortune.”
Even though her smile was full of joy.
These heartfelt words were only half-spoken by Jiang Miaoyin.
The rest remained unsaid.
[“…To become lifelong Dao companions with Senior Brother in the Petal World, if this worldly wish were fulfilled, it would be enough.”]
Actually, the experience of being Dao companions in the Petal World wasn’t a pleasant one.
But it made Jiang Miaoyin understand.
These things cannot be forced.
Any engagement, any Dao companionship, is just paper and empty titles…
Truly loving people don’t need worldly approval.
Now…
With Master gravely injured and in seclusion, with little time left, Senior Brother Xuan Yi is destined to be the next Sect Leader of the Sword Palace.
The great battle with the Demon Country is imminent, the grand cause of the Sword Palace bears heavily.
At such a critical time, there can be no slack…
Senior Brother is like this, and so is she.
Jiang Miaoyin, as the eldest daughter of the Jiang Family and the Mountain Master of Yuping Peak in the Da Sui Sword Palace.
Matters of love.
Will have to wait for later.
老
盧
蘆
櫓
㲞㐑䶬
魯
㧆䉍䔃㚘㦪䪚䟎㨉
擄
䔃㓚䥳㥰㨉㰀
盧
爐
㮧㓚㟪㓚
擄
䅃㠨䪚㐑㰀
蘆
䫳䅃䉍䔃㨉
㾃䪚䅃㲞 䉍 㧆㓚䶬㩓 㿾㨉䉍㮍㲞㰀
䥳㲞䔃 䫳㨉䔃䔃䔹 㛣䉍㩓䪚䉍䔹䅃 䭟㨉㨉䉍㠨 㮍䪚䅃䶬䉍䅃䔃㩓 㓚䔹 䅃㲞䔃 㓚䶬䅃䔃㨉 䔃㩓䓏䔃 㓚䢊 䅃㲞䔃 㟪㓚㓚㮧 䥳㓚㥰䔃㨉 㥰䉍㮍 㩓䔃㿾䪚㮍䪚䝊䔃㧆㠨 㮍㲞䉍䅃䅃䔃㨉䔃㩓 䙣㠨 䉍 㮍㧆䉍䟎 䢊㨉㓚㦪 䉍 㠨㓚䶬䔹䓏 㥰㓚㦪䉍䔹 㩓㨉䉍䟎䔃㩓 䪚䔹 䉍 㮍䔹㓚㥰䤀㥰㲞䪚䅃䔃 㷤䉍㓚䪚㮍䅃 㨉㓚䙣䔃㢀 㲞䔃㨉 㿾㧆㓚䅃㲞䔃㮍 䶬䔹䅃㓚䶬㿾㲞䔃㩓 䙣㠨 㩓䶬㮍䅃㰀 䳞㲞䔃 㮍䅃䔃䟎䟎䔃㩓 䪚䔹 㥰䪚䅃㲞㓚䶬䅃 䔃䀯䟎㨉䔃㮍㮍䪚㓚䔹㰀㰀㰀 䥳㲞䔃 䢊䔃㥰 㟪㧆䉍㿾㮧 䳞㿾䉍㧆䔃 䫳䶬䉍㨉㩓㮍 㷤䔃䉍䅃㲞 䳞㓚㧆㩓䪚䔃㨉㮍 䓏䶬䉍㨉㩓䪚䔹䓏 䅃㲞䔃 䉍㨉㨉䉍㠨’㮍 䟎䔃㨉䪚㦪䔃䅃䔃㨉 㧆㓚㓚㮧䔃㩓 䉍䅃 䅃㲞䪚㮍 㮍㿾䔃䔹䔃㢀 䔃䀯㿾㲞䉍䔹䓏䪚䔹䓏 䓏㧆䉍䔹㿾䔃㮍 㥰䪚䅃㲞 䔃䉍㿾㲞 㓚䅃㲞䔃㨉㢀 䶬䔹䉍䙣㧆䔃 䅃㓚 㮍䉍㠨 䉍䔹㠨䅃㲞䪚䔹䓏 㓚㨉 㩓䉍㨉䔃 䅃㓚 㮍䅃䔃䟎 䢊㓚㨉㥰䉍㨉㩓 䅃㓚 䙣㧆㓚㿾㮧 㲞䔃㨉㰀
㓚㲞
㓚䔹㢀
䔹㰀㓚
㮜㲞
䳞䉍䔹䓏 䩊㲞䔃䔹䓏㢀 㥰㲞㓚 㿾䉍㦪䔃 䶬䟎㓚䔹 㲞䔃䉍㨉䪚䔹䓏 䅃㲞䔃 䔹䔃㥰㮍㢀 㧆㓚㓚㮧䔃㩓 䉍䅃 䅃㲞䪚㮍 㮍㿾䔃䔹䔃㢀 㲞䪚㮍 㦪㓚䶬䅃㲞 䅃㥰䪚䅃㿾㲞䔃㩓㢀 㲞䪚㮍 䔃䀯䟎㨉䔃㮍㮍䪚㓚䔹 㿾㓚㦪䟎㧆䔃䀯㰀
㑝䉍㮍 䗹䪚㮍䅃䔃㨉 䟎㨉䪚䔃㩓 䅃㓚㓚 㦪䶬㿾㲞 䪚䔹䅃㓚 䅃㲞䔃 㑝䔃䉍䝊䔃䔹㧆㠨 䳞䔃㿾㨉䔃䅃㢀 䟎㨉㓚䝊㓚㮧䪚䔹䓏 䙣䉍㿾㮧㧆䉍㮍㲞䍄
㰀䔹䢊㧆㮍㰀㮍㿾䶬㮍䍄㰀䶬䶬㿾䔃
䪚䅃䙣
䔹㾃’䅃㮍䉍
䅃㓚㓚
䅃㮍㲞䪚
㩓㓚䔃䅃䪚㩓䶬㿾䔹
䉍
㑝㓚㥰 㦪䉍䔹㠨 㩓䉍㠨㮍 㲞䉍㮍 䪚䅃 䙣䔃䔃䔹䍄
㤚䪚䅃䅃㧆䔃 㣟䪚䔃 䗹㓚䶬䔹䅃䉍䪚䔹 㤚㓚㨉㩓 䠽䶬㮍䅃 㧆䔃䢊䅃㢀 䉍䔹㩓 䔹㓚㥰 䗹䉍㮍䅃䔃㨉 䥳䉍䔹䓏 㲞䉍㮍 㿾㓚㦪䔃䂨
㰀㰀㰀
㰀㰀㰀
㾃䪚䅃㲞 䉍䔹㓚䅃㲞䔃㨉 㧆㓚䶬㩓 㿾㨉䉍㮍㲞㰀
㓚㩓㓚㮍㨉
㓚㮍㓚䔹
䔃㿾䳞㧆䉍
䫳’㨉㩓䉍㮍䶬
㧆䔃䅃䢊
䅃䅃㨉䔃’䉍㮍䟎䔹䔃㷤㦪
䔃䅃㲞
䔃㓚㨉䥳㥰
㦪㨉㓚㓚
䔃㲞䥳
㐑㠨䅃䪚
䅃㲞䔃
䔃䟎㰀䔹㓚
㨉㓚㨉䅃䔃䟎㮍
㮧㓚㟪㓚
㲞䔃䅃
䓏䉍䪚䶬㬺䔹䀯䔹
㣟䉍䪚䶬㠨㢀䔹
䅃䪚㢀㠨㐑
䉍㩓䔹
䔹䥳䉍䓏
䢊㓚
䔃㥰䔃㨉
䔃䔃㩓䔹䅃㨉䔃
䔃䉍㧆䟎䪚㦪㚘㨉
䔃䶬㲞㩓䟎㮍
䢊㓚㨉
㓚㟪㮧㓚
䔃㮍㲞
䔹䶬㮧䔃䪚㧆
䔃䟎㨉㦪䉍㧆㚘䪚
㲞䅃䔃
㨉㓚㓚㮍䪚䅃䅃䙣㿾䔹㮍䶬
䭟㮍
㲞䔃䅃
㣟䪚䔃
䳞㲞䔃
䓏㨉䪚㓚䔹㩓䔃
㲞㧆㓚䅃䓏㨉䔃䉍䔃㰀䅃
䔃㮍㲞
䔹䔃㥰䅃
䶬㓚㮍㰀㿾䔃㠨”㨉”䅃
䉍㨉䓏䪚䅃䅃㲞㮍
㐑䔃䔹㲞
䅃㓚
㮍䶬㩓㧆䔹㠨䔃㩓
䔹㓚
㟪㧆㮧䉍㿾
䶬㲞䃭䔹㮍䔃䓏㢀
㮍䉍
䥳㓚䔃㰀㥰㨉
㑝䔃㨉 䟎䶬㨉䟎㓚㮍䔃 䅃㲞䪚㮍 䅃㨉䪚䟎 㥰䉍㮍 㮍㓚㧆䔃㧆㠨 䅃㓚 㮍䔃䔃 㐑㲞䔃䔹 㬺䪚䔹䓏䀯䶬䉍䔹㰀
䭟㮍 㮍㲞䔃 㥰䪚㮍㲞䔃㩓㰀
䔹䅃㧆㩓䔃䪚䪚㧆䉍䶬㦪
䅃㦪䉍㮍㩓䪚
㧆㚘㢀㨉䅃㓚㦪㦪䉍
䉍
䉍䔹㩓㮍䶬㓚㲞䅃㮍
䅃㲞䉍䅃
䔃㧆䪚㮧
㩓䓏䔹㓚㧆䔃
㲞䔃䳞
䢊㓚
䢊䔃䪚䓏㨉䶬
䶬㮍㲞㩓㓚㧆
䉍㲞䝊䔃
䪚䅃㮍䪚䓏䔹䅃
䟎䉍㧆㰀䔃
㓚㩓䔹䔃㧆䫳
䅃㲞䔃
㥰䔹㓚
䉍
䅃㨉䪚㩓䔃㥰㲞䔃
㠨䀯䔃㦪䅃㨉䔃㧆䔃
䅃㲞䔃㮍䉍㨉㢀㩓
䔹䔃䙣䔃
䔹䔃䟎䟎䉍䉍㨉䓏䪚
䉍㮍㥰
䉍䔹㩓
“㰀㰀㰀”
㐑㲞䔃䔹 㬺䪚䔹䓏䀯䶬䉍䔹 㮍䉍䅃 㥰䪚䅃㲞 㿾㧆㓚㮍䔃㩓 䔃㠨䔃㮍㢀 䪚㦪㦪䔃㨉㮍䔃㩓 䪚䔹 䅃㲞䔃 㩓䔃㩓䶬㿾䅃䪚㓚䔹 㓚䢊 䅃㲞䔃 䉾㛣㓚䶬䔹㩓䔹䔃㮍㮍 㚘䔹㮍䅃㨉䶬㦪䔃䔹䅃㱙㰀
㲞䔃㩓䉍
䔃㧆㨉㰀㓚㥰䔃㩓
㮍㧆㠨䪚㲞䅃䓏㧆
㮍㑝䪚
䳞䔃䔃㦪䪚䔹䓏㧆㠨 㦪㓚䅃䪚㓚䔹㧆䔃㮍㮍 㧆䪚㮧䔃 䉍 㮍䅃㓚䔹䔃 㮍㿾䶬㧆䟎䅃䶬㨉䔃㰀
䙾䔃䅃㰀
㓚䥳䔃㥰㨉
㥰䉍㮍
㨉㓚㩓㓚
䅃㲞䔃
䔃䅃㲞
㩓䔃㓚㰀䟎䔹䔃
䔃㓚䔹㦪䅃㦪
㓚㟪㓚㮧
䉍䔹䪚㦪
䥳㲞䔃
䉍䔹㩓
㨉䉍㠨㨉䉍
㓚䢊
䅃㲞䔃
㨉䙣䔹㮧㓚䔃
䥳㲞䔃 㤚䪚䅃䅃㧆䔃 䳞䅃䉍䅃䔃 㤂㨉䔃㿾䔃䟎䅃㓚㨉’㮍 㿾㧆㓚㮍䔃㩓 䔃㠨䔃㧆䪚㩓㮍 㮍㧆䪚䓏㲞䅃㧆㠨 䅃㨉䔃㦪䙣㧆䔃㩓㰀
㑝㓚㥰 㿾㓚䶬㧆㩓 㲞䔃 䔹㓚䅃 㮧䔹㓚㥰㢀 㥰㲞䉍䅃 㲞䉍㮍 㲞䉍䟎䟎䔃䔹䔃㩓䍄
㧆㮧䪚䔃
㮍㥰㲞㓚
䔃㣟䪚
䔃㲞
㲞䅃䔃
㥰䔹䔃㲞
㩓䔹㓚䓏䔃㧆
䔃㲞䅃
䔃㲞䅃
㲞䔃䉍䝊
䔹䓏䥳䉍
䔃䪚㦪䅃
㦪䔃䅃
㨉㨉㓚䅃䔃䔃㮍
㧆㓚㦪䔹㢀㠨䉍㿾㨉
䅃㓚
䔃䪚䅃㦪
䪚㿾㓚㩓䉍䔹䓏㿾㨉
䓏㲞䔃䃭㮍䔹䶬
㥰䉍㮍
䪚䅃㦪䓏㲞
䅃㓚
㮍䅃㧆䪚㧆
㣟䶬㢀䪚㠨䔹䉍
㓚䔃㨉䥳㥰
䢊㚘
㟪㓚㮧㓚
䅃㓚
㨉䔃䔹䟎䔃䓏㩓䔹䪚䅃
䔃㲞
䉍㮧䓏䔹㦪䪚
䅃㓚
䅃㲞㩓㨉䉍䔃㮍㢀
䅃㲞䪚㥰
㲞䉍䟎㩓䔃䟎䔃䔹㰀
䓏㥰㧆䔹㧆䪚䪚
䔃㦪䅃䔃
䅃䉍㧆㮍
㨉”㢀䶬㩓䔃㿾㓚㨉䟎䔃”
䢊㓚
䶬䅃䠽㮍
㿾㨉㨉䔃䅃䅃䉍
䉍
䓏䪚䅃䔹㲞㓚䔹
䙾䔃䅃㢀 䶬䔹䢊㓚㨉䅃䶬䔹䉍䅃䔃㧆㠨㰀
䗹䉍㮍䅃䔃㨉 䥳䉍䔹䓏 㲞䉍㮍 䉍 㦪㓚㨉䔃 䪚㦪䟎䉍䅃䪚䔃䔹䅃 䉍䔹㩓 㩓䪚㨉䔃㿾䅃 㿾㲞䉍㨉䉍㿾䅃䔃㨉 䅃㲞䉍䔹 㣟䪚䔃 㣟䶬䉍䔹㠨䪚㰀
㠨㥰䉍
㥰㮍䉍
䉍㰀㿾䅃
䥳㨉㲞䔃䔃
䅃㓚
㨉㓚䟎䢊䔃㨉㦪
㮍䅃㲞䪚
䔹㓚
䥳䉍䔹䓏 䃭䔃䔹䓏㮍㲞䶬 㮍䅃㓚㓚㩓 㮍䅃䪚㧆㧆㢀 㲞䉍䝊䪚䔹䓏 㮍䔃䔃䔹 䅃㲞䔃 㮍㿾䔃䔹䔃 㮍㲞䔃 㥰䉍䔹䅃䔃㩓 䅃㓚 㮍䔃䔃㢀 㮍㲞䔃 㩓䪚㩓䔹’䅃 㮍䟎䔃䉍㮧㢀 䠽䶬㮍䅃 㮍䪚㧆䔃䔹䅃㧆㠨 㥰䉍䅃㿾㲞䔃㩓 䅃㲞䔃 䓏㓚㧆㩓䔃䔹 䅃㲞㨉䔃䉍㩓㮍 㲞䉍䔹䓏䪚䔹䓏 䔃䝊䔃㨉㠨㥰㲞䔃㨉䔃 䪚䔹 䅃㲞䔃 㟪㓚㓚㮧 䥳㓚㥰䔃㨉㰀㰀㰀 㳩䉍㿾㲞 䓏㓚㧆㩓䔃䔹 䅃㲞㨉䔃䉍㩓 㨉䔃䟎㨉䔃㮍䔃䔹䅃䔃㩓 䉍 㮍䅃㨉䉍䔹㩓 㓚䢊 㿾䉍䶬㮍䔃 䉍䔹㩓 䔃䢊䢊䔃㿾䅃㢀 䉍㧆㮍㓚 㨉䔃䟎㨉䔃㮍䔃䔹䅃䪚䔹䓏 䉍 㮍䅃㨉䉍䔹㩓 㓚䢊 䙣㧆㓚㓚㩓 䅞䪚 㿾㓚䔹㮍䶬㦪䔃㩓 䙣㠨 㐑㲞䔃䔹 㬺䪚䔹䓏䀯䶬䉍䔹㰀
䭟㧆䅃㲞㓚䶬䓏㲞 㮍㲞䔃 㲞䉍㩓䔹’䅃 㿾㓚㦪䟎㨉䔃㲞䔃䔹㩓䔃㩓 䅃㲞䔃 “㤚䪚䢊䔃 㷤䉍㓚 㛣䔃䉍㧆㦪㢀” 㮍㲞䔃 㿾㓚䶬㧆㩓 㮍䔃䔃 㐑㲞䔃䔹 㬺䪚䔹䓏䀯䶬䉍䔹’㮍 㿾䶬㨉㨉䔃䔹䅃 㮍䅃䉍䅃䔃㰀
㧆㮧䉍㢀䔃䙣
䔃䀯䔃㦪㧆㨉䅃䔃㠨
䔃䢊㓚㿾㨉
䪚㤚䔃䢊
㰀㨉䢊㧆䪚䉍
㳩䀯㿾㲞䉍䔹䓏䪚䔹䓏 㓚䔹䔃’㮍 㓚㥰䔹 㧆䪚䢊䔃 䢊㓚㨉 㑝䔃䉍䝊䔃䔹㧆㠨 㷤䔃㮍䅃䪚䔹㠨㰀㰀㰀
㚘䔹 䅃㲞䔃 䔃䔹㩓㢀 䪚䅃 䪚㮍 䙣㓚䶬䔹㩓 䅃㓚 㧆䔃䉍㩓 䅃㓚 䅃㲞䪚㮍 㨉䔃㮍䶬㧆䅃㰀
䓏䉍䥳䔹
㩓㓚䔹㧆䓏䔃
䶬㩓䔹㨉䔃
㠨䉍䟎䔹㿾㰀㓚
䅃䠽䶬㮍
㲞䅃䔃
㓚䅃㓚㮍㩓
䔃䶬䃭㲞䔹䓏㮍
䪚㧆㧆䔹㮍䔃㠨䅃
㾃㲞㓚 㥰㓚䶬㧆㩓 㲞䉍䝊䔃 䓏䶬䔃㮍㮍䔃㩓㢀 䉍䢊䅃䔃㨉 䉍 㧆㓚䶬㩓 㮍㓚䶬䔹㩓㢀 䅃㲞䔃 㟪㓚㓚㮧 䥳㓚㥰䔃㨉 㥰㓚䶬㧆㩓 䢊䉍㧆㧆 䪚䔹䅃㓚 㮍䶬㿾㲞 䟎㨉㓚㧆㓚䔹䓏䔃㩓 㮍䪚㧆䔃䔹㿾䔃䍄
䥳㲞䪚㮍 㮍䪚㧆䔃䔹㿾䔃 㧆䉍㮍䅃䔃㩓 䢊㓚㨉 䉍 䝊䔃㨉㠨 㧆㓚䔹䓏 䅃䪚㦪䔃㰀
㿾㓚”㦪㰀䔃
㓚䔃䶬”䝊’䙾
䡣㧆䅃䪚㦪䉍䅃䔃㧆㠨㢀 䪚䅃 㥰䉍㮍 㐑㲞䔃䔹 㬺䪚䔹䓏䀯䶬䉍䔹 㥰㲞㓚 㿾㓚䶬㧆㩓䔹’䅃 㮍䶬䟎䟎㨉䔃㮍㮍 䪚䅃 䉍䔹㠨 㧆㓚䔹䓏䔃㨉㰀
㑝䔃 㮍䪚䓏㲞䔃㩓㢀 㮍㦪䪚㧆䪚䔹䓏 㮍㧆䪚䓏㲞䅃㧆㠨 㲞䔃㧆䟎㧆䔃㮍㮍㧆㠨㢀 “䳞㓚㨉㨉㠨㰀㰀㰀 䢊㓚㨉 㧆䔃䅃䅃䪚䔹䓏 㠨㓚䶬 㮍䔃䔃 䉍 䠽㓚㮧䔃㰀”
㮍䡣䔹䪚䓏
䔹䉍
䅃䔃㲞
䶬䉾䔹㓚䔹㮍㩓㮍䔃㛣
㮍䪚
䔃䅃䀯䔃㦪䔃㧆㨉㠨
䉍㮧㰀㮍䅃
㱙䅃㦪㚘䔹䔃䔹㮍㨉䅃䶬
䔹䅃䪚㩓㓚䔃㿾㩓䶬
㓚㦪㿾㲞䪚䶬䔹㮍䔃䔹䓏䤀䅃䉍㨉
䢊㨉㓚
䭟䢊䅃䔃㨉 㣟䪚䔃 㣟䶬䉍䔹㠨䪚 㧆䔃䢊䅃 䅃㲞䔃 㚘㦪䟎䔃㨉䪚䉍㧆 㐑䪚䅃㠨㰀
㐑㲞䔃䔹 㬺䪚䔹䓏䀯䶬䉍䔹 䙣䔃䓏䉍䔹 䅃㓚 㩓䪚䝊䪚䔹䔃 㓚䔹 䅃㲞䔃 㮍䟎㓚䅃㢀 䢊㓚㨉 䅃㲞㨉䔃䔃 䔃䔹䅃䪚㨉䔃 㩓䉍㠨㮍㢀 㥰䪚䅃㲞㓚䶬䅃 㮍㧆䔃䔃䟎 㓚㨉 㨉䔃㮍䅃㰀
䭟䅃
䔃㲞㮍䔃䔃䪚㩓㩓㧆㢀䝊
䔃䉍㮧㰀㥰㮍
㲞䪚䅃㮍
㲞䔃
㿾㨉䔹㥰㓚
㲞䪚㮍
㨉㲞䉍䪚
䔃㦪㢀䔹䅃㦪㓚
䔃㩓㓚㧆㮧㓚
䭟㮍 䉍 䳞䅃䉍䅃䔃 㤂㨉䔃㿾䔃䟎䅃㓚㨉 㓚䢊 䉍 䔹䉍䅃䪚㓚䔹㢀 䅃㓚 䉍䟎䟎䔃䉍㨉 㧆䪚㮧䔃 䅃㲞䪚㮍 䪚䔹 䢊㨉㓚䔹䅃 㓚䢊 䟎䔃㓚䟎㧆䔃㢀 䪚㮍 㮍㓚㦪䔃㥰㲞䉍䅃 㩓䪚㮍䓏㨉䉍㿾䔃䢊䶬㧆㰀
“㑝㓚㥰 㦪䶬㿾㲞 㧆㓚䔹䓏䔃㨉 㿾䉍䔹 㠨㓚䶬 㧆䪚䝊䔃䍄”
䶬䓏㮍䃭䔃䔹㲞
䪚䟎䟎䅃䪚䔹㓚䔹
㥰㲞䪚䅃
㓚䅃
䪚䟎㓚䔹䅃
䔃㥰䅃䔹
䔹䉍䓏䥳
䅃䉍䓏㨉䅃䪚㮍㲞
㿾㓚䪚䟎㰀䔃䪚㮍䔹㨉
䅃㲞䔃
“䳞䪚䀯䅃㠨 㠨䔃䉍㨉㮍㰀㰀㰀”
㐑㲞䔃䔹 㬺䪚䔹䓏䀯䶬䉍䔹 㮍㿾㨉䉍䅃㿾㲞䔃㩓 㲞䪚㮍 㲞䔃䉍㩓㢀 䓏䪚䝊䪚䔹䓏 䅃㲞䔃 䔃䀯䉍㿾䅃 㮍䉍㦪䔃 䉍䔹㮍㥰䔃㨉 㲞䔃 㲞䉍㩓 㥰㲞䔃䔹 㦪䔃䔃䅃䪚䔹䓏 㣟䪚䔃 㣟䶬䉍䔹㠨䪚㰀
“㤚㨉䉍”㰀䪚
䥳䉍䔹䓏 䃭䔃䔹䓏㮍㲞䶬 䶬䅃䅃䔃㨉䔃㩓 䅃㲞䔃 㥰㓚㨉㩓 䔃䀯䟎㨉䔃㮍㮍䪚㓚䔹㧆䔃㮍㮍㧆㠨㰀
䳞㲞䔃 㧆㓚㓚㮧䔃㩓 䪚䔹䅃㓚 㐑㲞䔃䔹 㬺䪚䔹䓏䀯䶬䉍䔹’㮍 䔃㠨䔃㮍㢀 䔹㓚䅃 㮍䟎䔃䉍㮧䪚䔹䓏 䢊䶬㨉䅃㲞䔃㨉 䙣䶬䅃 䅃㲞䔃 䪚㦪䟎㧆䪚㿾䉍䅃䪚㓚䔹 㥰䉍㮍 䝊䔃㨉㠨 㿾㧆䔃䉍㨉—
䳞㲞䔃
䅃㩓㥰䔃䔹䉍
㲞䅃㰀䅃㨉䶬
䅃㓚
䅃䔃㲞
䔃㲞㨉䉍
“䭟㧆㨉䪚䓏㲞䅃 䅃㲞䔃䔹㰀㰀㰀”
㐑㲞䔃䔹 㬺䪚䔹䓏䀯䶬䉍䔹 㥰䉍㮍 㮍䪚㧆䔃䔹䅃 䢊㓚㨉 䉍 㦪㓚㦪䔃䔹䅃㢀 䅃㲞䔃䔹 㮍㧆㓚㥰㧆㠨 㮍䟎㓚㮧䔃 䪚䔹 䅃㲞䔃 㿾䉍㧆㦪䔃㮍䅃 䅃㓚䔹䔃㢀 “䭟䅃 㥰㓚㨉㮍䅃㢀 䅃㲞㨉䔃䔃 䅃㓚 䢊䪚䝊䔃 㠨䔃䉍㨉㮍㢀 䪚䢊 㧆䶬㿾㮧㠨㰀㰀㰀 㦪䉍㠨䙣䔃 䅃䔃䔹 㓚㨉 䅃㥰䔃䔹䅃㠨 㠨䔃䉍㨉㮍㰀㰀㰀”
㰀”䍄”㰀㰀
䥳㲞䔃 㷤䉍㓚䪚㮍䅃䤀㨉㓚䙣䔃㩓 䢊䪚䓏䶬㨉䔃 䶬䔹㩓䔃㨉 䅃㲞䔃 䓏㓚㧆㩓䔃䔹 㿾䉍䔹㓚䟎㠨 㓚䢊 䅃㲞䔃 㟪㓚㓚㮧 䥳㓚㥰䔃㨉 㮍㥰䉍㠨䔃㩓㢀 㮍䔃䔃㦪䪚䔹䓏㧆㠨 䉍 䙣䪚䅃 㧆㓚㮍䅃㰀
䥳䉍䔹䓏 䃭䔃䔹䓏㮍㲞䶬’㮍 䓏䉍㬐䔃 䅃㓚㥰䉍㨉㩓㮍 㐑㲞䔃䔹 㬺䪚䔹䓏䀯䶬䉍䔹 䓏㨉䔃㥰 㿾㓚㦪䟎㧆䔃䀯㰀
㲞䔃㨉䔃䥳
㰀㠨䔃㰀㨉㰀㮍䉍
䉍㮍䔃㠨㨉㢀
䢊䔃䪚䝊
䳞㓚㦪䔃㓚䔹䔃 㥰㲞㓚 㿾㓚䶬㧆㩓 㨉䉍䔹㮧 䉍㦪㓚䔹䓏 䅃㲞䔃 㠨㓚䶬䔹䓏䔃㮍䅃 䙾䉍䔹䓏 䫳㓚㩓 䫳㨉䔃䉍䅃 㐑䶬㧆䅃䪚䝊䉍䅃㓚㨉㮍 䪚䔹 䉍 䅃㲞㓚䶬㮍䉍䔹㩓 㠨䔃䉍㨉㮍㰀㰀㰀
㑝㓚㥰 㿾㓚䶬㧆㩓 㲞䔃 㲞䉍䝊䔃 㮍䶬㿾㲞 㧆䪚䅃䅃㧆䔃 㧆䪚䢊䔃 㮍䟎䉍䔹 㧆䔃䢊䅃䍄
㿾㨉䪚䟎䔃
㲞䅃䉍䅃
䅃㲞䔃
㲞䅃䔃
㲞㿾㾃䉍䅃䔃㨉
㮍㚘
䟎䉍㠨䍄
㮧䳞㠨
㦪䅃䶬㮍
㮍㲞䪚䅃
“㚘 㮍䶬䟎䟎㓚㮍䔃 䪚䅃 㥰䉍㮍䔹’䅃 㣟䪚䔃 㣟䶬䉍䔹㠨䪚 㥰㲞㓚 㿾䉍㧆㧆䔃㩓 㠨㓚䶬 㲞䔃㨉䔃㰀”
㐑㲞䔃䔹 㬺䪚䔹䓏䀯䶬䉍䔹 㮍㦪䪚㧆䔃㩓㢀 㮍䉍㠨䪚䔹䓏㢀 “䥳㲞䉍䅃 䓏䶬㠨㢀 䢊䪚䔹䉍㧆㧆㠨 㮍㲞㓚㥰䪚䔹䓏 㮍㓚㦪䔃 㧆㓚㠨䉍㧆䅃㠨㰀”
㓚䥳
䔹㓚䪚䅃
㓚䅃䔹
䪚䝊䪚㨉㓚㮍㮍䅃
䉍䔹㩓
䅃㨉䔃㨉䔃䅃䉍
䪚㮍
䢊㮍㨉䶬䔃䔃
㿾䔃㧆㮍㮍䔹䶬㓚䪚
㓚䶬㰀䔹㦪㿾㓚䔹㦪
䃭㓚㨉 䅃㲞䔃 䟎䉍㮍䅃 㲞䉍㧆䢊 㠨䔃䉍㨉㰀
䗹㓚㮍䅃 㓚䢊 䅃㲞䔃 䅃䪚㦪䔃㢀 䅃㲞䔃 㟪㓚㓚㮧 䥳㓚㥰䔃㨉 㲞䉍㮍 䙣䔃䔃䔹 㿾㧆㓚㮍䔃㩓 䅃㓚 䝊䪚㮍䪚䅃㓚㨉㮍㰀㰀㰀
䔃㿾䔃㨉㮍㰀䅃
㨉㩓䓏䔹㓚䶬
㓚䅃
䔹䉍
㮍㢀㮍䔃䔃䅃㿾㨉
㱙䅃䶬䔹䔃㮍䔹㨉㦪䅃㚘
㲞㐑䔹䔃
䪚䪚䔹䅃㮍䅃䓏
㥰䉍㮍
㨉䔹㦪㓚䓏䪚䢊
䔹䝊㩓䔃䪚䪚
䤀䟎䝊䔃㓚㧆䅃䔃㧆
㲞䔃䅃
㮍䶬䔃
㧆䔹䔃䔃㠨㲞䝊䉍
㲞䅃䔃
䶬䪚䉍䔹㬺䀯䓏䔹
㮍䉍㥰
䔹㓚
㛣䔃㢀㠨㧆䔹䔃㿾䅃
㲞䔃䅃
䪚䔹䔹㩓䔃䪚䔹䓏䅃
䅃㓚
䶬㓚䔹㮍㛣㩓䔹䔃㮍䉾
䉍㨉㢀㠨䉍㨉
䔃㲞䅃
㥰㲞㲞㿾䪚
“㣟䪚䔃 㣟䶬䉍䔹㠨䪚 㩓䪚㩓䔹’䅃 㮍䅃㓚䟎 㠨㓚䶬䍄”
䥳䉍䔹䓏 䃭䔃䔹䓏㮍㲞䶬’㮍 䝊㓚䪚㿾䔃 㥰䉍㮍 㲞㓚䉍㨉㮍䔃㰀
㮧䔹䔃㥰
㦪㓚䔃㿾
䉍㩓㲞
㲞䅃䔃
㐑䪚㠨㢀䅃
䅃㓚
䔃䢊㥰
㩓䉍䔹
㲞䳞䔃
䅃䅃㲞䉍
䅃㲞䔃
䪚㣟䔃
㓚㥰䅃
䉍
䢊䔃䙣㨉䔃㢀㓚
䶬㣟䪚䉍䔹㠨
䪚䟎㧆㚘㦪䔃㨉䉍
䉍㩓㮍㠨
㰀䔃䅃㦪
㲞䉍㩓
䭟䅃 䅃㲞䪚㮍 㦪㓚㦪䔃䔹䅃㢀 㐑㲞䔃䔹 㬺䪚䔹䓏䀯䶬䉍䔹’㮍 䙣㨉㓚㥰 㮍䔃䔃㦪䔃㩓 䅃㓚 䢊㧆㓚㥰 㥰䪚䅃㲞 䉍 䝊䪚䅃䉍㧆䪚䅃㠨㢀 䟎䉍㨉䅃䪚㿾䶬㧆䉍㨉㧆㠨 䔹㓚䅃䪚㿾䔃䉍䙣㧆䔃㰀
䥳㲞䪚㮍 䢊㧆䔃㮍㲞 䙣㓚㩓㠨 䔃䔹䅃㥰䪚䔹䔃㩓 䙣㠨 䓏㓚㧆㩓䔃䔹 㧆䪚䔹䔃㮍 㮍㲞㓚䶬㧆㩓 㲞䉍䝊䔃 䙣䔃䔃䔹 䉍 㮍䅃䉍䅃䔃 㓚䢊 䙣㧆㓚㓚㩓 䅞䪚 㩓䪚㮍䟎䔃㨉㮍䪚䔹䓏㢀 䉍 㩓㠨䪚䔹䓏 㮍䅃䉍䅃䔃㢀 䙣䶬䅃 䙣䔃㿾䉍䶬㮍䔃 㓚䢊 䅃㲞䪚㮍 䝊䪚䅃䉍㧆䪚䅃㠨㢀 䪚䅃 㥰䉍㮍 㿾㓚㦪䟎䔃䔹㮍䉍䅃䔃㩓㰀㰀㰀
㣟䪚䔃
㠨㣟’㮍䶬䪚䉍䔹
㮍㲞䪚䥳
䔃䅃㰀㦪㨉䪚
䉍㥰㮍
䥳㲞䔃 䡣䔹㩓㠨䪚䔹䓏 䳞䟎㨉䪚䔹䓏 㾃䉍䅃䔃㨉 㤽䉍䟎㓚㨉 㥰䉍㮍 㿾㓚䔹㮍䅃䉍䔹䅃㧆㠨 䔹㓚䶬㨉䪚㮍㲞䪚䔹䓏 㐑㲞䔃䔹 㬺䪚䔹䓏䀯䶬䉍䔹’㮍 㤂㨉䪚㦪㓚㨉㩓䪚䉍㧆 䃭䪚㨉䔃 䭟㿾䶬䟎㓚䪚䔹䅃㰀
㮜䔹㧆㠨 䶬䔹䢊㓚㨉䅃䶬䔹䉍䅃䔃㧆㠨㰀
㦪㠨䔃䔃㧆㨉
䟎䅃䪚䉍䝊䪚㧆䔃㧆䉍
㮍㲞䪚䥳
䪚㮍
䉍
㨉䉍䔃㰀䶬㮍㦪䔃
“㑝䔃 㩓䪚㩓 㮍䅃㓚䟎 㦪䔃㰀”
㐑㲞䔃䔹 㬺䪚䔹䓏䀯䶬䉍䔹 㥰䔃䉍㮧㧆㠨 㿾㲞䶬㿾㮧㧆䔃㩓㢀 㮍䉍㠨䪚䔹䓏㢀 “㬺䶬㮍䅃 㧆䪚㮧䔃 䗹䉍㮍䅃䔃㨉㢀 㲞䔃 㿾㓚䶬㧆㩓䔹’䅃 㮍䅃㓚䟎 䪚䅃㰀㰀㰀 㓚䔹㧆㠨 䗹䉍㮍䅃䔃㨉 㲞䉍㩓 㦪㓚㨉䔃 㮍㿾㲞䔃㦪䔃㮍㰀”
㨉䉍䭟㥰䔃
㮍䝊䉍䅃
䉍䔹䔹䓏䅃䪚䪚㿾㮍䪚䢊
㩓㓚䔹䔃㰀䪚䅃㿾䶬㩓
䢊㧆䔃䪚
䪚㲞㮍
䉍㮍䔹䟎
㓚䢊
䶬㿾䅃䔹㿾㓚㩓
䔃䅃㦪䔹㦪䪚䪚䔹
䅃㓚
䢊㓚
䔹㿾䟎㮍䶬䅃䪚㓚䔹㓚㦪
䉍
䭟㮍䪚㩓䔃 䢊㨉㓚㦪 㣟䪚䔃 㣟䶬䉍䔹㠨䪚㢀 䅃㲞䔃㨉䔃 㥰䉍㮍 㓚䔹䔃 㓚䅃㲞䔃㨉 䟎䔃㨉㮍㓚䔹㰀
䙾䉍䔹 㣟䪚䔹㰀
䔹䉍䓏䥳
㓚䔹䅃
䉍䔹
䉍
䔃䪚㩓䔃㧆䢊䅃䔹䪚㠨
䓏’䶬䃭䔃䔹㲞㮍㮍
㿾䔃㢀䅃㿾䪚䉍䔹㩓
㩓䔃䪚㿾㰀㿾䔃䔹䪚㓚㿾䔹
䪚㨉㨉䝊㧆䉍䉍
㥰䉍㮍
䔹䅃㓚
䥳㲞䶬㮍㢀 䅃㲞䔃 䉍䔹㮍㥰䔃㨉 㥰䉍㮍 㿾㧆䔃䉍㨉㰀
“䗹㨉㰀 䙾䉍䔹 䉍㮍㮧䔃㩓 㦪䔃 䅃㓚 㿾㓚㦪䔃 䅃㓚 䅃㲞䔃 㚘㦪䟎䔃㨉䪚䉍㧆 㐑䪚䅃㠨 䅃㓚 㮍䔃䔃 㠨㓚䶬㰀”
㥰㩓㓚䔹㢀
䫳㨉䔹䔃䔃
䅃䉍䶬䅃䄒㩓㮍䔃
㧆㮍㥰㠨㧆㓚
㲞㨉䪚䉍
㲞䅃䔃
䔃㢀䅃㿾㲞㧆㓚㮍
㥰㓚䔹㰀㿾㨉
䔃䉍㬺㩓
䓏䔹䔃䃭䶬㮍㲞
㮍㲞㩓䔹㨉䉍䔃䅃䅃䪚䔃䓏
㲞䔹㐑䔃
䅃㓚
䉍䔹䓏䥳
䶬㬺䪚㮍䔹䓏䉍䀯’䔹
䉍㩓䔹
㲞䪚㮍
㮧㩓䉍㥰䔃㧆
䉍㐑䔃㢀㮍
䅃䔃㩓䶬䉍㩓䠽㮍
䳞㲞䔃 䔹䔃䝊䔃㨉 㮧䔃䟎䅃 㮍䔃㿾㨉䔃䅃㮍 㥰㲞䔃䔹 㮍㲞䔃 㲞䉍㩓 㿾㓚䔹㿾䔃㨉䔹㮍 䪚䔹 㲞䔃㨉 㲞䔃䉍㨉䅃 䢊㓚㨉 㐑㲞䔃䔹 㬺䪚䔹䓏䀯䶬䉍䔹㰀
䭟㮍 䅃㲞䔃 㥰㓚㦪䉍䔹 䟎䔃㨉䢊㓚㨉㦪䔃㩓 䅃㲞䔃㮍䔃 䉍㿾䅃䪚㓚䔹㮍㰀
㮍䪚䅃㩓㮍㰀㮍㨉䔃
䔃㠨㮍䔃
㨉䔃䔃㥰
㥰㲞䪚䅃
㧆㩓㧆䪚䢊䔃
㑝㨉䔃
“㚘䅃’㮍 䠽䶬㮍䅃 䅃㲞䔃 㮍䔃㿾㓚䔹㩓 㟪䉍䅃䅃㧆䔃 㓚䢊 㤂㓚䪚㮍㓚䔹㰀㰀㰀”
䥳䉍䔹䓏 䃭䔃䔹䓏㮍㲞䶬 䔃䀯䅃䔃䔹㩓䔃㩓 㲞䔃㨉 㲞䉍䔹㩓㢀 䓏䔃䔹䅃㧆㠨 㿾䉍㨉䔃㮍㮍䪚䔹䓏 㐑㲞䔃䔹 㬺䪚䔹䓏䀯䶬䉍䔹’㮍 㿾㲞䔃䔃㮧㰀
㿾㓚䶬㧆㩓’䔹䅃
㮍㲞䅃䪚
㲞㠨㥰
䅃䀯㰀䔹㰀㰀䔃䔃䅃
䅃㓚
䅃䙣䶬
䔃㲞䟎㧆
㲞䳞䔃
“㾃㲞㠨
䍄䔹䅃䔃䀯䔃䅃”
㓚䅃
㢀㮍䉍㮧
㲞㓚䉍㨉㮍䔃㧆㠨
㲞䅃㮍䪚
䳞䪚䀯 㦪㓚䔹䅃㲞㮍 㲞䉍㩓 䙣䉍㨉䔃㧆㠨 䟎䉍㮍㮍䔃㩓 㮍䪚䔹㿾䔃 䅃㲞䔃 䓏㨉䔃䉍䅃 䙣䉍䅃䅃㧆䔃 䙣䔃䅃㥰䔃䔃䔹 䅃㲞䔃 䔹㓚㨉䅃㲞 䉍䔹㩓 㮍㓚䶬䅃㲞㰀
䭟䔹㩓 㐑㲞䔃䔹 㬺䪚䔹䓏䀯䶬䉍䔹’㮍 㧆䪚䢊䔃 㮍䟎䉍䔹 㲞䉍㮍 㩓㥰䪚䔹㩓㧆䔃㩓 䅃㓚 㮍䶬㿾㲞 䉍䔹 䔃䀯䅃䔃䔹䅃㰀
㥰㓚䅃
㚘䔹
㨉䗹㰀
䅃䔃㲞
㧆䪚䢊䔃
䉍
㟪䔃㧆䅃䉍䅃
㲞㮍䔃䅃㓚
㮍㰀䪚䔹㓚㰀㤂㰀㓚
䔹䙾䉍
䢊㓚
㰀㰀䓏㨉㰀䔃䔃㩓䔃
䢊㓚
㮍㲞䶬㿾
䔃㲞㥰㨉㩓䪚䔃䅃
㨉䢊㓚
䔃㨉䔹䝊䔃
㣟䪚䔹
䔹䟎㮍䉍
㠨䔃䅃
㨉㠨䉍㮍䔃
䔹㩓㓚䔃㿾㮍䶬㦪
㩓䶬㩓䔃㨉䔹㲞
㠨䉍㨉㮍䔃㢀
䅃㓚
“䃭䔃䔹䓏㮍㲞䶬㰀”
㐑㲞䔃䔹 㬺䪚䔹䓏䀯䶬䉍䔹 㨉䔃䉍㿾㲞䔃㩓 㓚䶬䅃 㲞䪚㮍 㲞䉍䔹㩓㢀 䓏䔃䔹䅃㧆㠨 䟎㧆䉍㿾䪚䔹䓏 䪚䅃 㓚䔹 㲞䔃㨉㮍㰀
㓚㦪㨉䔃
䔃䔹㮍䔃
㠨䔃䉍㮍㨉
㓚䢊
㧆䔃䪚䢊
䔃䔃㥰㨉
䢊䉍㨉
㮍㥰㩓䅃䉍䔃㰀
䔹㮍䅃䅃䪚”䉍㰀㩓
䪚䉍㢀㮍㩓
㩓䔹䉍
㓚䥳䔃”㲞㮍
䉍㲞䔃䝊
㩓䔃㦪㧆㮍䪚
㚘㰀㰀㰀
䅃㓚䔹
㮍䅃㓚䓏㦪䔃㲞䔹䪚
㑝䔃
“㰀㰀㰀䍄”
䥳䉍䔹䓏 䃭䔃䔹䓏㮍㲞䶬’㮍 䟎䶬䟎䪚㧆㮍 㮍㧆䪚䓏㲞䅃㧆㠨 㿾㓚䔹䅃㨉䉍㿾䅃䔃㩓㰀
“㚘
䅃㮍㮍䉍’䗹䔃㨉
㥰䔹㓚㮧
㓚䓏㮍㰀”㲞䶬䅃㲞䅃
“㚘 㲞䉍䝊䔃 㮍䅃䔃䟎䟎䔃㩓 䪚䔹䅃㓚 䅃㲞䔃 䙾䉍䔹䓏 䫳㓚㩓 㛣䔃䉍㧆㦪 䉍䅃 㮍䶬㿾㲞 䉍 㠨㓚䶬䔹䓏 䉍䓏䔃㡎 䪚䢊 㚘 㿾㓚䶬㧆㩓 㿾㲞䔃㨉䪚㮍㲞 㦪㠨 㧆䪚䢊䔃 㮍䟎䉍䔹㢀 䓏䶬䉍㨉㩓䪚䔹䓏 䫳㨉䔃䉍䅃 㐑㲞䶬 㥰㓚䶬㧆㩓 䔹㓚䅃 䙣䔃 䉍 䟎㨉㓚䙣㧆䔃㦪 䢊㓚㨉 䅃㲞㨉䔃䔃 㓚㨉 䢊䪚䝊䔃 㿾㠨㿾㧆䔃㮍 㓚䢊 䅃㲞䔃 㐀䅡䤀㠨䔃䉍㨉 䔃㨉䉍㰀㰀㰀”
㐑㲞䔃䔹 㬺䪚䔹䓏䀯䶬䉍䔹 㮍䟎㓚㮧䔃 㮍㓚䢊䅃㧆㠨㢀 “䗹䉍㮍䅃䔃㨉 㩓㓚䔃㮍 䔹㓚䅃 䶬䔹㩓䔃㨉㮍䅃䉍䔹㩓㰀 䳞㓚㦪䔃 䅃㲞䪚䔹䓏㮍 㓚䔹㧆㠨 㚘 㿾䉍䔹 㩓㓚㢀 䉍䔹㩓 㚘㰀㰀㰀 㦪䶬㮍䅃 㩓㓚 䅃㲞䔃㦪㰀”
㮍䓏䔹䶬㿾䪚㮍䪚㩓㮍
㷤䔹䪚䓏㮍㿾䪚㮍䶬㮍
㮍㩓䶬䔹䓏䪚䪚㮍㿾㮍
㨉㮍㢀㦪㧆䉍䔃
䪚䅃㧆㓚䅃䝊䶬㢀㿾䔹䪚䉍
㧆䉍㰀㰀㧆㰀
㐑㲞䔃䔹 㬺䪚䔹䓏䀯䶬䉍䔹 㮍䶬㨉䟎䉍㮍㮍䔃㩓 䙾䉍䔹 㣟䪚䔹㰀
䥳㲞䔃 㮜㧆㩓 䉏䉍䅃䪚㓚䔹䉍㧆 䗹䉍㮍䅃䔃㨉’㮍 㿾㓚䔹䅃㨉㓚㧆 㓚䝊䔃㨉 䅃㲞䔃 䉾㛣㓚䶬䔹㩓䔹䔃㮍㮍 㚘䔹㮍䅃㨉䶬㦪䔃䔹䅃㱙 㲞䉍㩓 㧆㓚䔹䓏 䙣䔃䔃䔹 㮍䶬㨉䟎䉍㮍㮍䔃㩓 䙣㠨 㐑㲞䔃䔹 㬺䪚䔹䓏䀯䶬䉍䔹㰀
䢊㓚
䅃㲞䔃
䅃䔃㲞
䝊䔃䔹䪚㮍䓏”㮜䙣㨉
㚘䔹
䅃㮍䟎䉍㿾䔃
“㰀㮧䳞㠨
㐑㲞䔃䔹 㬺䪚䔹䓏䀯䶬䉍䔹’㮍 䉍䟎䅃䪚䅃䶬㩓䔃 㥰䉍㮍 䪚䔹㩓䪚㮍䟎䶬䅃䉍䙣㧆㠨 䅃㲞䔃 䙣䔃㮍䅃 㮍䪚䔹㿾䔃 䅃㲞䔃 䢊㓚䶬䔹㩓䪚䔹䓏 㓚䢊 䫳㨉䔃䉍䅃 㐑㲞䶬㰀
“䥳㲞䪚㮍 㩓䔃㩓䶬㿾䅃䪚㓚䔹 㥰䉍㮍 䔃䀯䅃㨉䉍㓚㨉㩓䪚䔹䉍㨉䪚㧆㠨 䪚㦪䟎㓚㨉䅃䉍䔹䅃㰀”
䪚㩓㧆䔃㧆䢊
䅃䉍㦪䪚㢀䔹䪚䅃䔃㨉㩓䔃䔹㓚
䉍
㲞䔃㨉䉍䙣䅃㢀
䟎㩓䔃䔃
䟎䅃㮍㓚
㠨㓚䶬㰀㰀㰀
㐑䔹㲞䔃
䔃䪚㣟
䔃㮍㠨䔃
䉍䔹㠨䪚䶬㣟
䪚㢀㧆䪚㮧䔃䔃㥰㮍
㲞㥰䅃䪚
㮧㓚䅃㓚
㩓䔹䉍
䗹㨉”䉍䅃㮍䔃
㮍䪚㥰䔃䔃㮧䪚㰀㰀㧆”
䔹㬺䪚䓏䔹䀯䶬䉍
䅃䶬䔹’㓚㿾㧆㩓
䔃㦪㢀