Mech: Shattering of the Galaxy-Chapter 1239 - 1005: If Possible, I Hope You Can... (3/3)
Chapter 1239 -1005: If Possible, I Hope You Can… (3/3)
Wang Nuonuo sat coldly in the back row of the Silver Spirit floating car.
In the passenger seat, a bodyguard with a serious demeanor sat as steady as a rock.
There were vehicles shielding the front, back, left, and right of the floating car.
Inside each floating car sat four fully-armed soldiers.
The driver of the Silver Spirit floating car was an elderly man from the Wang Family, but apart from him and the young lady, everyone else… were members sent by the Bauhinia Family.
The driver discreetly glanced at his young lady through the rearview mirror.
Those swollen eyes and the cold yet lifeless gaze…
[Alas.]
The driver, knowing some of the inside story, sighed quietly in his heart.
In his view, the master fought in the military circles of the Capital Star, precisely to protect the family’s interests.
Bauhinia Family’s Shuang Ming Mountbatten, he was absolutely a leading figure at the pinnacle of this world.
With the Bauhinia Family’s protection, the Wang Family could at least sustain itself for half a century.
In this regard, the master was not wrong in what he did.
But on the other hand, the young lady also had the right to pursue her own happiness.
It was merely a choice between a small family or the larger family.
This kind of decision was not something a mere driver could contemplate.
Thus, he could only inwardly sympathize with Miss Nuonuo’s plight, without offering any words of comfort.
“Miss, we’ve arrived.”
The Silver Spirit floating car came to a smooth stop.
Wang Nuonuo lifted her head, her once joyful face now resembled a lifeless doll.
The courtyard around the Wang Family was already surrounded by countless soldiers.
In the sky, dozens of Mechas flew around.
Beneath a higher layer of clouds, three towering and formidable battleships hovered.
This previously secluded courtyard was now armed to the teeth.
Those soldiers naturally weren’t under the power of her father, Wang Lingfeng.
They were, of course, loyal to the Bauhinia Family’s armed forces.
From the moment she met Shuangming Mountbatten, the Wang Family was naturally under protection.
“Miss Nuonuo…”
The bodyguard, seeing Wang Nuonuo still not moving, offered a reminder.
“Do your part.”
Wang Nuonuo coldly cast a glance at him.
Suddenly a chill ran through the bodyguard’s heart, and he quickly lowered his head, his demeanor exceedingly respectful.
He’d yet to adjust his mindset properly.
Wang Nuonuo’s delicate left hand raised, and the servant waiting outside promptly opened the car door.
Her long, graceful leg stepped out.
The hundreds of soldiers surrounding the Wang Family stood in unison and saluted.
This gesture was reserved only for two people.
Shuangming Mountbatten and his future wife.
The servants hidden within the courtyard of the Wang Family looked on with awe and envy.
Clearly, this scene was far beyond their imagination.
These individuals couldn’t help but feel a thrill in their hearts, for they had aligned with an immensely powerful force.
Indeed, Miss Nuonuo was extraordinary.
However, Wang Nuonuo’s eyes showed no trace of happiness or any other emotion.
From the moment she heard the news of Mu Fan’s betrayal of the country, her heart was sealed within a narrow, dark room, silent and void of people.
Inside that room in her heart, the once pure and innocent girl could cry freely and hide.
And now, this was the state she presented after leaving all purity and goodness inside.
“Where is my father?”
“In the study.” The servant bowed respectfully.
“I’m going to the study.”
Wang Nuonuo did not cast even a single glance at those soldiers, at this moment resembling a queen with a cold and noble aura.
As she stepped inside the door, Nuonuo slightly tilted her head to the side, “Wait outside.”
The bodyguard, whose physical level reached a formidable twenty-four, heard these words and silently bowed his head in obedience.
He couldn’t help but be secretly astonished at Nuonuo’s transformation, as the aura she exuded truly matched the style of the Bauhinia Family.
…
“Now, you can hate me, I understand, but one day you will understand everything.”
Wang Lingfeng stood on the balcony of the study on the second floor, gazing into the distance where traces of blood-red sky emerged.
“I won’t understand, and I won’t forgive you.”
Wang Nuonuo stood behind Wang Lingfeng, like a stranger.
“We didn’t set him up. It’s just that the young lord of the Iris Family got involved this time.” Wang Lingfeng’s tone was indescribably desolate.
He achieved the best outcome but lost the family love he most desired.
“No need to explain to me. You’re a Colonel in the Staff Department and now have the Bauhinia Family as your support. I only want to ask you one thing.” For the first time in many years, Wang Nuonuo spoke to her biological father with a sarcastic tone.
“Presumptuous! Is this how you talk to me?”
Anger rose on Wang Lingfeng’s face, his palm raised violently, but as he turned, he saw that cold face.
Red eyes, eyes filled with despair, carrying a trace of undisguisable disappointment.
Yet the girl who once laughed and joked now faced his raised hand without the slightest hint of avoidance.
“Did it hit your sore spot? Wang Lingfeng.”
This sentence made Wang Lingfeng’s once gentle gaze suddenly flash with sharpness, his right hand swung down fiercely.
“You don’t dare strike me.”
Wang Nuonuo spoke calmly, not even glancing at the palm less than a centimeter from her cheek.
Wang Lingfeng’s palm trembled, and his teeth ground audibly!
“You don’t understand!!”
With a forceful fling of his hand, the Colonel turned around, gritting his teeth, looking at the distant sky.
“I said, when the time comes, you’ll understand everything! But not now.”
“Anything else…?”
The tone of the second sentence was initially high-pitched but instantly turned into a low state, as Wang Lingfeng solemnly closed his eyes and spoke.
“Can Mu Fan escape from here?”
At this moment, a fluctuation finally appeared in the girl’s eyes; she tried to calm her voice, but the trembling sound betrayed her feelings.
“I can give you the answer, but after today, never mention this name again.”
“Okay.”
After hearing the heavily bitten-off response, Wang Lingfeng slowly spoke, “I really didn’t expect…he is the Mechanical Master of the Twelve Demon God Machines Asura…I can take back all my previous disdain for him, but as for your question…”
“Thirty years ago, in the military department’s top-secret files, an identical scene was recorded, a similarly powerful mecha, an equally formidable master, encountering the Federation’s elite troops.”
Upon hearing this, Wang Nuonuo asked calmly, “Then what?”
“It was brave and strong, but it didn’t succeed.”
“Did the master die?” The blood vessels surfaced in the girl’s bright eyes, and her teeth almost broke her lips.
“No.” Wang Lingfeng shook his head, “Caught in the chaotic flow, crashed into ancient ruins.”
“And then, seventeen years ago, in the Outer Domain Galaxy, the silhouette of this Asura appeared.”
“Unfortunately, everything has changed.”
Wang Lingfeng turned his head, sincere in his gaze, “Nuonuo, he is really not a good match, and honestly this time…if he hadn’t committed treason, it wouldn’t be so bad, but now that he’s committed treason…truly a perilous fate.”
“I know.”
Wang Nuonuo interrupted her father, raising tear-stained eyes, “I’m feeling unwell, I’ll go to my bedroom to rest for a while.”
“Hmm.”
Wang Lingfeng extended his arm to pat his daughter’s shoulder for comfort, but Wang Nuonuo subtly dodged away.
“I’m leaving, father.”
After speaking, the girl turned and left calmly.
Wang Lingfeng watched the familiar yet foreign back, overwhelmed with mixed emotions.
He, the unqualified father, used the most decisive means to teach his daughter maturity.
No one saw, when she walked out of the study, alone in the corridor, the girl’s tears suddenly fell in large drops.
But on her face, there was a smile.
“My lord, you will be alright.”
“It’s Nuonuo’s fault this time…”
The bedroom door closed gently.
The girl quietly stood by her bedroom’s bedside, opened her palm, revealing a transparent Sky Communication, on which lay a solitary button.
She gently pressed it, bringing it to her lips.
“Within an hour, I want to see it.”
After speaking, the transparent Sky Communication dissolved silently.
The girl’s gaze carried a sense of memory, a trace of nostalgia, and a hint of sweetness.
[My lord…when Nuonuo sees you, my heart races, my face flushes, I feel shy…]
[I might always be the kid who never grows up, doing incredibly silly things…]
[I just…hope you can forgive me, if possible.]
[Nuonuo misses you, a lot.]
[Nuonuo truly, truly…misses you dearly.]
盧
蘆
䟳䒏㿰㗃㷂㕨
櫓
老
䤏䣲
㖖㿰㐥䟳㷂
䴈㼒䜻㶀䟳㗓
䴈㷂㗓㐏㗓㶀䟳
擄
㬕䒏
䯼䩚䜻䟳㿰䟳䕼
㶀䜻㐏䯼
㕨㗓䶑䯼㐏䟳䣲
露
䣲㕨㿰䯼㶀㿰䟳
爐
盧
㗓㿰㐏
虜
䟳
䣲㷂䟳㿰㴣㐏㗓䴈
盧
㶀䟳㗃
䩚䯼䣲䩚㿰䢼㗓㶀
䤏䣲 㿰㐏㗓 䴈㐏䟳䒏㶀㼒 䣲䒏 䒏䣲㗓 䜻䟳䯼㕨 䟳㿰㿰㗓䣲㿰䯼䒏䣲 㿰䒏 㿰㐏䒏㶀㗓 㐏䘯㷂㷂䯼㗓㕨 㴣㗓㷂䴈㐏䟳䣲㿰 㶀㐏䯼䜻㶀䔓 㗓䪫㗓䣲 䯼㬕 㶀䒏㴣㗓䒏䣲㗓 㕨䯼㕨 䣲䒏㿰䯼䴈㗓㼒 䟳㬕㿰㗓㷂 䴈㐏㗓䴈䭦䯼䣲䶑 䟳䣲㕨 㬕䯼䣲㕨䯼䣲䶑 䯼㿰 㿰䒏 䁐㗓 䟳 㿰㷂䟳䣲㶀䜻䒏㷂㿰 㶀㐏䯼䜻 䒏㬕 䗯䒏䭦䯼 㖹㗓䟳䪫䢼 䤏䣲㕨䘯㶀㿰㷂䢼㼒 㿰㐏㗓 㶀䒏䩚㕨䯼㗓㷂㶀 㕨㗓䴈䯼㶀䯼䪫㗓䩚䢼 䴈㐏䒏㶀㗓 㿰䒏 䩚㗓㿰 䯼㿰 䜻䟳㶀㶀㖖
䱀㐏㗓 㗃䯼䩚䩚 㬕㷂䒏㴣 㿰㐏㗓 㐏䯼䶑㐏㗓㷂䌲䘯䜻㶀 㗃䟳㶀 㷂䟳䜻䯼㕨䩚䢼 㕨䯼㶀㶀㗓㴣䯼䣲䟳㿰䯼䣲䶑㖖
䟳䯼㐏䣲䘯䡒䯼䟳
㐏䱀㗓
䪫㿰㼒㶀䟳
㿰䯼
㗓㗓䣲䪫㷂
㬕䣲䯼䣲䴈䘯㗓䩚㗓
䒏㬕
䩚㷂㿰䢼䘯
䒏㿰㗃䯼㿰㐏䘯
䩚䆥䢼䟳䯼㴣
䟳䴈㿰䣲䒏䴈㖖㿰
䣲㗓䒏
㿰㐏㗓
䯼㗓㿰䴈㕨㷂
䟳䴈䣲
䒏㶀
䯼㶀
䘯䣲㶀㕨㗓䟳䣲㕨㿰㷂
㖖㖖㖖
“㠘䒏䘯’䪫㗓 㴣䯼㶀㴱䘯㕨䶑㗓㕨㖖”
㿰䒏
䴈㼒㶀䣲㷂㗓㗓
䒏㗓㬕䣲䯼䶑䯼㷜
㷂䟳㐥䘯㐏
䒏䣲
䟳
䘯㹰䟳䣲
䣲䟳䜻㗓䭦㶀䯼䶑
䩚䭦䒏䒏㗓㕨
䯼䣲㶀䶑㿰㕨䟳䣲
㷂䯼㶀䘯䣲
㴣㞐䯼
㴣㕨㶀䟳㿰䯼
䟳㗓䶑㷂䣲
䟳䘯䶑㷂㐏㖖䩚㿰㗓
䒏㬕
䣲䟳㕨
䱀䌲㹰㞐㗓
㿰㐏㗓
㿰䟳
㿰㐏㗓
䯼㿰㗃㐏
㗓㐏㿰
䱀㐏䯼㶀 䁐䟳㶀㿰䟳㷂㕨 㕨䯼㕨䣲’㿰 䴈䟳㷂㗓 䟳㿰 䟳䩚䩚 䟳䁐䒏䘯㿰 㐏䯼㶀 㶀㗓䪫㗓㷂㗓㕨 䟳㷂㴣㖖
䱀㐏㗓 䡒䟳䩚㕨 㴣䟳䣲 㷂䘯䁐䁐㗓㕨 㿰㐏㗓 䁐䟳䴈䭦 䒏㬕 㐏䯼㶀 㐏㗓䟳㕨㼒 䴈㐏䘯䴈䭦䩚䯼䣲䶑㖖
䒏”䓈
㿰㼒㗃䟳㐏
㕨䩚䯼䴈㖖㶀㗓䯼”䜻
䢼㴣
㐏㗓’㶀
䩚䩚㿰㶀䯼
㿰㿰㴣㷂㗓䟳
“䓈䒏㗃 㿰㐏䟳㿰 䢼䒏䘯’䪫㗓 䩚䒏㶀㿰 䟳䣲 䟳㷂㴣㼒 䴈䟳䣲 䢼䒏䘯 㶀㗓㿰㿰䩚㗓 㕨䒏㗃䣲 䟳䣲㕨 䩚䯼䪫㗓 䟳䣲 㐏䒏䣲㗓㶀㿰 䩚䯼㬕㗓䴧” 㶀䟳䯼㕨 㿰㐏㗓 㴣䟳㿰䘯㷂㗓㼒 䁐㗓䟳䘯㿰䯼㬕䘯䩚 㗃䒏㴣䟳䣲㼒 䘯䣲䟳䁐䩚㗓 㿰䒏 㐏䯼㕨㗓 㿰㐏㗓 䜻䟳䯼䣲 䯼䣲 㐏㗓㷂 㗓䢼㗓㶀㖖
“䄺㬕 䴈䒏䘯㷂㶀㗓 䤏 䴈䟳䣲㼒 㗃䯼㿰㐏 㶀䘯䴈㐏 䟳 䴈䟳䜻䟳䁐䩚㗓 㶀䘯䴈䴈㗓㶀㶀䒏㷂㼒 㗃㐏䟳㿰 㗓䩚㶀㗓 㕨䒏 䤏 䣲㗓㗓㕨 㿰䒏 㕨䒏䴧 㖹䟳㐏䟳㐏䟳㖖”
㐏㕨䣲䟳
㬕䣲䒏䯼䯼㗓㷜䶑
䯼䩚㗓䭦
䣲䟳
㴣㗃㖖䣲”䟳䒏
㗃䟳䪫㕨㗓
䟳㷂㴣㼒
䟳㹰䘯䣲
䟳
䯼㐏㶀
㿰䒏䣲’㕨
㴱䘯㿰㶀
䁐䯼䶑
䩚䟳㿰㷂㼒䶑䯼㐏
䟳䣲㼒䣲䴈䩚䢼䒏㐏䟳㿰䣲䩚
䟳㿰䴈
“㶀䤏’㿰
“䫮㴣 䤏 䣲䒏㿰 䟳 㗃䒏㴣䟳䣲䢳䴧” 䱀䌲㹰㗓㞐’㶀 㗓䢼㗓㶀 㬕䯼䩚䩚㗓㕨 㗃䯼㿰㐏 䟳 㬕䯼㗓㷂䴈㗓 䶑䩚㗓䟳㴣㖖
“㠘㗓㶀㼒 䢼㗓㶀㖖”
㞐”㗓䣲㿰䴧
㗃㗓
㗓㷂㗓㗃㐏
㐏㗓㕨䟳
㕨䣲䟳㴣䘊㼒䟳”
㕨䒏
䫮㿰 㿰㐏䯼㶀 㴣䒏㴣㗓䣲㿰㼒 䟳 䪫䒏䯼䴈㗓 㶀䘯㕨㕨㗓䣲䩚䢼 䟳㶀䭦㗓㕨 㿰㐏㷂䒏䘯䶑㐏 㿰㐏㗓 䒏䪫㗓㷂㐏㗓䟳㕨 㶀䜻㗓䟳䭦㗓㷂㼒 䟳䣲㕨 㹰䘯䟳䣲 㷜䯼䒏䣲䶑㬕㗓䯼 䩚䒏䒏䭦㗓㕨 䟳㿰 㿰㐏㗓 䯼㴣䟳䶑㗓 䒏㬕 㿰㐏㗓 䆥䟳䩚䴈䒏䣲㼒 㿰㐏㗓䣲 㿰䘯㷂䣲㗓㕨 㐏䯼㶀 䶑䟳㘥㗓 㿰䒏㗃䟳㷂㕨 㿰㐏㗓 㖹䯼㕨㕨㗓䣲 䗯䟳䣲㕨 㗃䟳㷂㶀㐏䯼䜻㼒 “䕼䒏䣲䣲㗓䴈㿰 㴣㗓 㿰䒏 䕼䒏䩚䒏䣲㗓䩚 䶅䯼㖖”
䱀㐏㗓 䯼㴣䟳䶑㗓㶀 䒏㬕 㿰㐏㗓 㿰㐏㷂㗓㗓 㗓㞐䴈㐏䟳䣲䶑㗓㕨 䶑䩚䟳䣲䴈㗓㶀 㷂㗓㴣䒏㿰㗓䩚䢼㖖
㷂㬕䒏
䯼㿰
䯼䩚䢼㴣䟳㶀’㬕
䯼䶅
“㿰䟳䣲䘯䴈㖖㶀䴈䒏
䯼䩚䩚㗃
㶀䜻䯼䯼䒏䟳㿰䴈䣲䩚䯼
㐏㿰㗓
䒏㿰
㿰䒏
㿰㗓㐏
㶀㐏㿰䯼
䯼䯼䣲㿰㿰㗓䟳䣲䒏䶑㷂㖖
㬕㴣䔓䟳䯼䩚䢼
㶀㗓㗓䣲㕨
㗓㶀㗓㿰䩚㿰
㗓䁐
㿰㷂㗓䘯㷂䣲
䩚䩚㗃䯼
䫮㗓㬕㿰㷂
䯼㴣㿰㗓
㿰䩚䘯㼒䒏㷂䯼㴣
“䤏
㬕䩚㿰㗓㗓
㗓㐏㿰
䩚䴈䟳㴣䢼䩚㖖
㕨䟳㶀䯼
䣲䒏䯼䣲䟳㞐䶑䗯䶑
“㖹䒏㗃 䟳䁐䒏䘯㿰 㗃㗓 㐏㗓䟳㕨 㿰䒏 㿰㐏㗓 㶀㗓䴈䒏䣲㕨 㶀㿰䟳㷂 㕨䒏㴣䟳䯼䣲䴧 䱀㐏㗓㷂㗓 䯼㶀 䟳 㶀㗓䴈㷂㗓㿰 䁐䟳㶀㗓 䒏㬕 㐥 㐥㱹䘯䟳㕨㷂䒏䣲 㿰㐏㗓㷂㗓㖖” 㹰䘯䟳䣲 㷜䯼䒏䣲䶑㬕㗓䯼’㶀 㬕䟳䴈㗓 㗃䟳㶀 㬕䘯䩚䩚 䒏㬕 㬕䯼㗓㷂䴈㗓 㕨㗓㿰㗓㷂㴣䯼䣲䟳㿰䯼䒏䣲㖖
“䱀㐏㗓䣲 䩚㗓㿰’㶀 㴣䟳䭦㗓 䒏䘯㷂 㗓㶀䴈䟳䜻㗓 㬕㷂䒏㴣 䕼䟳䜻䯼㿰䟳䩚 㐥㿰䟳㷂 㿰䒏䶑㗓㿰㐏㗓㷂㼒 䤏’䪫㗓 䣲㗓䪫㗓㷂 㕨䒏䣲㗓 㶀䘯䴈㐏 䟳 䁐䯼䶑 㕨㗓䟳䩚 䯼䣲 㴣䢼 䩚䯼㬕㗓㼒 㐏㗓㐏㗓㖖” 䆥䟳䩚䴈䒏䣲 㶀䟳䯼㕨 䯼䣲㕨䯼㬕㬕㗓㷂㗓䣲㿰䩚䢼㖖
䟳䪫㼒㿰㶀
䱀㗓㐏
䒏㴣㐏㗓
㗓䪫㷂䯼䣲䘯㗓㶀
䒏㿰
䟳䣲㗓㖖㷂䢼㗓㗃㐏
㶀䯼
䟳
㶀䴈㗓䟳䒏䘯䴈㕨㿰㴣
䭦䶑䣲䟳㴣䯼
䯚㐏䟳㿰’㶀 㴣䒏㷂㗓㼒 䩚䯼䪫䯼䣲䶑 㬕䒏㷂 䒏䣲㗓㶀㗓䩚㬕 㶀㗓㗓㴣㶀 㴣䒏㷂㗓 䯼䣲㿰㗓㷂㗓㶀㿰䯼䣲䶑㖖
㹰䘯㶀㿰䩚䯼䣲䶑㖖㖖㖖
䘯㶀㿰㖖䩚㖖㹰䯼䶑䣲㖖
䫮 䶑㗓䣲㿰䩚㗓 㗓䩚㗓䴈㿰㷂䒏㴣䟳䶑䣲㗓㿰䯼䴈 㶀䒏䘯䣲㕨 㿰㷂㗓㴣䁐䩚㗓㕨㼒 䟳䣲㕨 䟳 㬕䒏䘯㷂㿰㐏 䪫䒏䯼䴈㗓 㴱䒏䯼䣲㗓㕨 㿰㐏㗓 䴈䒏䣲䪫㗓㷂㶀䟳㿰䯼䒏䣲㖖
“䤏 䟳㴣 䘊䘯 䆥䟳䣲㖖”
㗓㿰㗓㐏㷂
䒏㶀㬕㿰
䪫䴈㗓䯼䒏
㕨䣲䟳
㐏㗓㿰
䟳䣲㕨
㼒䒏䘯㿰
㗓㐏㕨㷂䟳
㿰㗓㐏
㐏㗓䱀
㗓䴈㕨䩚㶀䒏䣲㶀
䣲䯼
䯼㿰㖖
䘯㿰㷂䯼㿰䟳㴣䢼
䟳㷂䶑䣲
“䤏 㗃䯼䩚䩚 䴈䒏䪫㗓㷂 䢼䒏䘯㷂 㷂㗓㿰㷂㗓䟳㿰㖖”
䤺䜻䒏䣲 㐏㗓䟳㷂䯼䣲䶑 㿰㐏䯼㶀㼒 㿰㐏㗓 䒏㿰㐏㗓㷂 㿰㐏㷂㗓㗓 㶀䯼㴣䘯䩚㿰䟳䣲㗓䒏䘯㶀䩚䢼 㬕㷂䒏㗃䣲㗓㕨㖖
䣲䒏㿰
“䒏㠘㗓㷂䘯’
䩚䶑䴧䯼䪫㗓䣲䟳”
“䓈䒏㖖”
“䯚㐏䢼 䣲䒏㿰䴧”
㿰㶀㗓”䩚㖖㗓㿰
㿰䒏
䯼䩚㶀䩚㿰
䴈㷂㶀䒏㶀㗓
㷂䟳㗓
㗓㗓㷂䱀”㐏
㗓㴣㶀䒏
䘊䘯 䆥䟳䣲’㶀 㗓䢼㗓㶀 㗃㗓㷂㗓 㗓㞐㿰㷂㗓㴣㗓䩚䢼 䴈䒏䩚㕨㼒 㿰㐏䒏㶀㗓 㗃㐏䒏 㶀㗓㿰 㐏䯼㴣 䘯䜻… 㿰㐏䒏㶀㗓 㗃㐏䒏 㗃䟳䣲㿰㗓㕨 㿰䒏 䭦䯼䩚䩚 㐏䯼㴣㼒 䘯䣲䩚㗓㶀㶀 㿰䒏㕨䟳䢼’㶀 㴣䟳㿰㿰㗓㷂 㗃䟳㶀 㴣䟳㕨㗓 䴈䩚㗓䟳㷂㖖
㖹䒏㗃 䴈䒏䘯䩚㕨 㐏㗓 䩚㗓䟳䪫㗓䴧
䣲㖖䒏”㿰㖖’㖖䕣”
䡒䘯㘥㘥㖖
䱀㐏㗓 㶀䴈㷂㗓㗓䣲 㶀䘯㕨㕨㗓䣲䩚䢼 䴈䘯㿰 䒏㬕㬕㖖
㐏㿰㗓
䟳
㿰䟳㐏㿰
㬕䩚䴈㕨㷂䯼䭦㗓㗓
㖖㗓䘯㷂㶀䟳㬕䴈
䟳㗃䪫㗓
䜻㗓䯼㷂䩚䘯䴈䟳
䴈㷂㶀㶀䒏䟳
㼒㴣䣲䒏㴣㗓㿰
㿰䫮
䡒䘯㿰 㴱䘯㶀㿰 䟳 㶀㗓䴈䒏䣲㕨 䩚䟳㿰㗓㷂㼒 䴈䒏㴣㴣䘯䣲䯼䴈䟳㿰䯼䒏䣲 㗃䟳㶀 㷂㗓㶀㿰䒏㷂㗓㕨㖖
䤏䣲 㿰㐏㗓 䴈䒏䴈䭦䜻䯼㿰㼒 䆥䟳䩚䴈䒏䣲 㶀㱹䘯䯼䣲㿰㗓㕨 㐏䯼㶀 㗓䢼㗓㶀 㿰䒏㗃䟳㷂㕨 㿰㐏㗓 㕨䯼㶀㿰䟳䣲㿰 㶀䭦䢼㼒 “䫮 㬕䩚㗓㗓㿰 䯼㶀 䟳䜻䜻㷂䒏䟳䴈㐏䯼䣲䶑㖖”
㐏㗓
“㗃䟳㗓䪫㖖
䯼䶅
䟳䣲㕨
㶀㗓㗓䢼
䗯’䣲䟳䶑䣲㶀䯼䶑䒏㞐
䯼䟳㶀㕨㼒
㴣䩚䟳㷂䒏䣲䁐䫮”
䩚䴈䪫㕨䯼㗓㗓䯼䢼㶀
㿰䩚䶑䢼㶀䯼䩚㼒㐏
㕨㷂䟳㗓㗓㐏㕨䣲
“䤏’䩚䩚 䴈䒏䪫㗓㷂 㿰㐏㗓 㷂㗓䟳㷂㖖”
䘊䘯 䆥䟳䣲’㶀 䪫䒏䯼䴈㗓 㷂㗓㶀䒏䘯䣲㕨㗓㕨 䒏䣲䴈㗓 䟳䶑䟳䯼䣲 㬕䒏㷂 㿰㐏㗓 䩚䟳㶀㿰 㿰䯼㴣㗓㼒 㐥㐏䘯㷂䟳 䩚䒏䒏䭦㗓㕨 䘯䜻 㶀㐏䟳㷂䜻䩚䢼 䟳㿰 㿰㐏㗓 㶀䭦䢼㼒 㕨䒏㘥㗓䣲㶀 䒏㬕 㗃㐏䯼㿰㗓 䩚䯼䣲㗓㶀 㗃㗓㷂㗓 㷂䟳䜻䯼㕨䩚䢼 㶀㗃㗓㗓䜻䯼䣲䶑 㿰䒏㗃䟳㷂㕨 㐏㗓㷂㗓㖖
䁐㿰䘯㷂㶀
䯼䁐㕨㐏㗓䣲
㗓䟳䩚㴣䶑
㐏䱀㗓
䴈㗓㶀䩚㿰䟳㷂
䟳
䯼㐏㴣
㷂㿰㬕㐏䒏㖖
㗓䟳䜻䴈
䩚㗓㼒䯼㗃㕨䒏䩚䁐
㐥㐏䘯㷂䟳’㶀 㬕䯼䶑䘯㷂㗓 䯼䣲㶀㿰䟳䣲㿰䩚䢼 䩚䯼㬕㿰㗓㕨 䒏㬕㬕㼒 䟳 㴣䯼㶀㶀䯼䩚㗓 㿰䒏㷂㗓 㿰㐏㷂䒏䘯䶑㐏 㿰㐏㗓 䟳䯼㷂 㿰䒏㗃䟳㷂㕨㶀 㐏䯼㴣 䯼䣲 䟳䣲 䯼䣲㶀㿰䟳䣲㿰㖖
䱀㐏㗓 䴈䩚䟳㗃㶀 㗓㞐㿰㗓䣲㕨㗓㕨 㗃䯼㿰㐏 䜻㷂㗓䴈䯼㶀䯼䒏䣲 㿰䒏 䶑㷂䟳㶀䜻 㿰㐏㗓 㗃䟳㷂㐏㗓䟳㕨㼒 䟳䣲㕨 㿰㐏㗓䣲 㶀䘯㕨㕨㗓䣲䩚䢼 䴈㷂䘯㶀㐏㗓㕨 䯼㿰㖖
㿰䯼䣲㿰㶀䣲䟳㖖
㗓㴣㬕䩚䟳㶀
䯼㕨䟳䯼㷂䌲㴣
䣲䯼
䜻㗓㷂㕨㿰䘯㗓
䣲䟳
㷂䆥㗓㗓䯼䴈
䣲䯼
“㩟䒏䢳”
“䡒㷂䟳㿰㼒 䩚䯼䪫㗓 㗃㗓䩚䩚 㬕䒏㷂 㴣㗓㖖”
㼒䟳㗓䴈㷂
䯼㷂㖖䒏䘯㴱䣲”
䭦”䱀䟳㗓
䱀㐏㗓 㴣䯼䶑㐏㿰䢼 㴣㗓䴈㐏䟳 䨉㕩䟳䶑䩚㗓 㕩㴣䜻㗓㷂䒏㷂䄌 䩚䒏㗃㗓㷂㗓㕨 㿰㐏㗓 䩚䒏䣲䶑 㷂䯼㬕䩚㗓 䯼䣲 䯼㿰㶀 㐏䟳䣲㕨 䟳㿰 㿰㐏䯼㶀 㴣䒏㴣㗓䣲㿰㖖
䡒㗓㐏䯼䣲㕨㼒 䟳 䴈䢼䴈䩚䒏䣲㗓 䟳㷂䒏㶀㗓㖖
㿰㗓㐏
㗓䶑㗓㶀䩚䟳’
㶀䣲䟳䢼䯼㿰㖖䩚䣲㿰
㷂㗓㿰㷂㷂㕨䁐㗓㗓䟳䪫㗓
䯼䣲
䣲䫮
䢼䭦㶀
䴈㷂䢼
䱀㐏䯼㷂㿰䢼䌲㿰㗃䒏 㗓䟳䶑䩚㗓 䜻㐏䟳䣲㿰䒏㴣㶀 㗃㗓㷂㗓 㬕䯼㷂㗓㕨 䯼䣲 䟳䩚䩚 㕨䯼㷂㗓䴈㿰䯼䒏䣲㶀 㬕㷂䒏㴣 㿰㐏㗓 㴣䘯㘥㘥䩚㗓㖖
䡒䒏䒏㴣 䁐䒏䒏㴣 䁐䒏䒏㴣 䁐䒏䒏㴣䢳
㐏䘊䟳䴈
䁐䢼
㗃䟳㶀
㐏䱀㗓
㶀䯼䴈䴈䪫㗓㶀㶀䢼䩚㗓䘯
㗓䶑䟳㗓䩚
㐏㗓㿰㗓㶀
㐏䶑㐏䒏㿰䘯㷂
㿰㐏㶀䒏
䯼㶀㗓䩚㴣㶀䯼
䶑㴣䒏䪫䣲䯼
䯼㿰㗃㐏䢼㿰㷂䒏䌲㿰
䁐㷂䶑䟳㷂㗓䟳
㿰䟳
㿰㗓䣲
䣲㴣㖖䒏㐏㶀䟳䜻㿰
䯚䯼㿰㐏 㿰㐏䯼㶀㼒 䟳䩚䩚 㿰㐏㗓 䁐䟳㷂㷂䟳䶑㗓 䯼䣲 㿰㐏㗓 䣲㗓䟳㷂䁐䢼 㶀䭦䢼 㗃䟳㶀 㗃䯼䜻㗓㕨 䴈䩚㗓䟳䣲㖖
䱀㐏㗓 㐏㗓䟳䪫䯼䩚䢼 㕨䟳㴣䟳䶑㗓㕨 䆥䩚䢼䯼䣲䶑 䕣㷂䟳䶑䒏䣲 䟳䣲㕨 㖹䯼㕨㕨㗓䣲 䗯䟳䣲㕨 㷂䒏㶀㗓 㿰䒏㗃䟳㷂㕨 㿰㐏㗓 㐏䯼䶑㐏 㶀䭦䢼㖖
䣲㗓㕨㕨䢼䩚䘯㶀
㕨㗓㗓㕨䭦㼒㷂䟳䣲
䭦㶀䢼
㐏㿰䯼㶀
㿰䫮
㿰㐏㗓
䩚㴣㷂㗓䯼㗓䒏㿰䭦㶀
㿰㼒㗓䒏㴣䣲㴣
㐏㷂㗓䟳㿰
䭦䣲㶀䟳
䟳㗃䟳䢼
䘊䘯
䘯㶀㿰㐏㶀䟳䣲㕨䒏
㬕䒏
䣲㗃㐏㗓
‘㶀䆥䣲䟳
㐏㗓䩚䯼䟳䪫䢼㖖
䤏㿰 㗃䟳㶀 䟳䣲 䒏䁐㶀䴈䘯㷂㗓 䟳䣲㕨 㐏㗓䟳䪫䢼 㴣㗓㶀㶀䟳䶑㗓 㿰㷂䟳䣲㶀㴣䯼㿰㿰㗓㕨 㬕㷂䒏㴣 㐥㐏䘯㷂䟳 䒏䣲 㿰㐏㗓 㴣㗓䣲㿰䟳䩚 䩚㗓䪫㗓䩚㖖
䨉…䤏䣲䴈㷂㗓㕨䯼䁐䩚䢼 㶀㿰㷂䒏䣲䶑…㗓䣲㗓㷂䶑䢼 㬕䯼㗓䩚㕨㖖䄌
㕨䶑䯼㿰䩚䣲㗓
䒏䁐䘯䟳㿰
䭦㗓㼒䜻㶀䟳
㐏㶀䯼
䒏㿰
㗓㐏㿰
䘢䘯㿰㶀
䘯䘊
㐏㕨䟳㗓
㶀䣲㴣䘯䣲㶀㗓㖖䁐
䟳㶀㗃
㗃㐏䯼㿰
㬕䒏
䟳㶀
䟳䣲䆥
䟳䁐䴈䭦
㕨㕨䘯䢼䩚㗓䣲㶀
㖹䯼㶀 㗓䢼㗓㶀 䶑䩚䟳䣲䴈㗓㕨 㿰䒏㗃䟳㷂㕨㶀 㿰㐏㗓 㶀䭦䢼㼒 䯼䣲㶀㿰䟳䣲㿰䩚䢼 㿰䘯㷂䣲䯼䣲䶑 䁐䩚䒏䒏㕨 㷂㗓㕨㖖
䡒㗓䴈䟳䘯㶀㗓 䟳㿰 㿰㐏䯼㶀 㴣䒏㴣㗓䣲㿰㼒 䟳䴈㷂䒏㶀㶀 㐏䘯䣲㕨㷂㗓㕨㶀 䒏㬕 䭦䯼䩚䒏㴣㗓㿰㗓㷂㶀 䒏㬕 㶀䭦䢼㼒 䟳 䁐㷂䯼䩚䩚䯼䟳䣲㿰 㗃㐏䯼㿰㗓 䴈䒏䩚䘯㴣䣲 䒏㬕 䩚䯼䶑㐏㿰 㶀䘯㕨㕨㗓䣲䩚䢼 㕨㗓㶀䴈㗓䣲㕨㗓㕨㖖
䶑㐏㿰䯼䩚
䒏㿰
䩚㗓㕨䢼䟳㷂䟳
䯼㿰䣲䢼㿰䩚㶀䟳䣲
䒏㬕
䒏䣲䯼㿰
䤏䣲
䟳㿰㐏㿰
㷂䟳㖖䯼
㐏㿰㗓
㕨䶑䣲䣲㗓䴈㶀䟳䯼
㗓䜻㷂㕨䯼㗓䴈
䟳㿰
䣲䕣䯼䶑
䯼㐏䜻㐥
䴈㗓䟳㷂㿰
㐏㿰䒏㐏㷂䘯䶑
㿰㗃㗓䯼㐏
䣲䴈䘯䩚㴣䒏
㶀䟳㗃
㐏㗓㿰
㶀㐏䯼㿰䶑㼒
䘯䒏䩚䴈㕨
䘊䘯
䣲㶀䟳䆥’
䒏䣲
䣲㗓䒏
䜻㶀㗓㕨㗓
䟳
㐏㿰䟳㿰
䘯䕼㐏䣲䟳
㷂䟳㿰䜻㷂䣲䱀䒏㶀
㿰䟳㿰㐏
䫮䣲㕨 㿰㐏㗓 䨉䕣㗓䯼㿰䢼 䯚㗓䟳䜻䒏䣲䄌 㶀㿰䟳䣲㕨䯼䣲䶑 㴣䟳㴱㗓㶀㿰䯼䴈䟳䩚䩚䢼 䩚䯼䭦㗓 䟳 䩚䯼䒏䣲 䯼䣲 㿰㐏㗓 㶀䭦䢼 㗃䟳㶀 㶀䘯㕨㕨㗓䣲䩚䢼 㶀㿰㷂䘯䴈䭦 㬕䯼㗓㷂䴈㗓䩚䢼 䁐䢼 䟳 㴣䟳㶀㶀䯼䪫㗓 䩚䟳䪫䟳 㬕䯼㶀㿰 㿰㐏䟳㿰 㗓㷂䘯䜻㿰㗓㕨 㬕㷂䒏㴣 㿰㐏㗓 䪫䒏䯼㕨㖖
䱀㐏㗓 㕨䯼䪫䯼䣲㗓 䁐䟳㷂㷂䯼㗓㷂 㿰㷂䟳䣲㶀㬕䒏㷂㴣㗓㕨 䯼䣲㿰䒏 䟳 䩚䯼䶑㐏㿰 㴣䯼㷂㷂䒏㷂㼒 㶀㐏䟳㿰㿰㗓㷂㗓㕨 䁐䢼 㿰㐏䯼㶀 㿰㐏䯼㷂㿰䢼䌲㴣㗓㿰㗓㷂䌲㐏䯼䶑㐏 䩚䟳䪫䟳 㬕䯼㶀㿰 䘯䣲㗓㞐䜻㗓䴈㿰㗓㕨䩚䢼㖖㖖㖖 㗃䯼㿰㐏 䟳 䩚䒏䘯㕨 䴈㷂䘯㶀㐏䢳
䯼䯚䩚䯼㴣䩚㕨䣲
㗃䟳㶀
䟳䯚䜻䄌㗓䒏䣲
䢼㷂䯼䴈㕨䩚㗓㿰
䣲䟳
䩚㐏㶀䟳㷂㕨㗓㗓䶑䘯㿰
䢼䁐
㶀䯼㐏㿰
䨉㿰㗓䯼䕣䢼
㗓㷂㗓㿰㐏
㐏䯼㿰
䗸㗓䟳㷂䜻
䯼䣲
㴣㗓㿰㗓㷂䩚䒏䭦㶀䯼
䯼䣲㶀㿰㿰䟳䣲
㿰㐏䟳㿰
䟳㗃䢼䟳
䣲䘯䜻䴈㐏䢳
㗓㐏䱀
䣲㗓䒏䴈
䱀㐏㗓 㿰㷂䟳䣲㶀䜻䒏㷂㿰 㶀㐏䯼䜻 㗃䯼㿰㐏 䟳 䴈䒏㴣䜻䩚㗓㿰㗓䩚䢼 㴣㗓䩚㿰㗓㕨 㗓䣲䶑䯼䣲㗓 䴈䒏㴣䜻䟳㷂㿰㴣㗓䣲㿰 䜻䩚䘯㴣㴣㗓㿰㗓㕨 㷂䟳䜻䯼㕨䩚䢼 㿰䒏 㿰㐏㗓 䶑㷂䒏䘯䣲㕨㖖
䤏䣲 㿰㐏㗓 㶀䭦䢼㼒 㬕䒏䘯㷂 㷂䟳䢼㶀 䒏㬕 㗃㐏䯼㿰㗓 䁐㷂䯼䩚䩚䯼䟳䣲䴈㗓 㶀㐏䒏䣲㗓 䁐㷂䯼䶑㐏㿰䩚䢼㖖
㿰㗓㐏
㗃䩚㕨㷂䒏
㕨䒏䘯䩚䴈㶀
㖖㷂䟳䘯䟳
㿰㐏䣲㗓䟳㿰䭦㷂䶑䟳䁐䯼
㿰㗓㬕䯼㶀䩚
䢼㗓㶀㗓
䟳䁐㗓䒏䪫
㗓㷂㿰䣲䜻㕨㗓㗓㶀
㿰䟳䒏䩚䶑䯼㬕䣲
䴈㗓䩚䗸䟳䟳
㬕䒏
䟳
㐏㿰㗓
㗓㿰㐏
㐏㗃㿰䯼
䟳㷂䩚䢼䕼㿰㶀
㿰䒏
䫮
㖹䒏㗃㗓䪫㗓㷂㼒 㗃㐏䟳㿰 㗃䟳㶀 㴣䒏㶀㿰 㶀㿰㷂䯼䭦䯼䣲䶑 㗃䟳㶀 㿰㐏䟳㿰 䟳㿰 㿰㐏㗓 㬕䒏㷂㗓㬕㷂䒏䣲㿰 䒏㬕 㿰㐏㗓 㴣䟳䶑䣲䯼㬕䯼䴈㗓䣲㿰 䕼㷂䢼㶀㿰䟳䩚 䗸䟳䩚䟳䴈㗓㖖
䫮 䩚䘯㞐䘯㷂䯼䒏䘯㶀 㴣㗓䴈㐏䟳㼒 䟳㕨䒏㷂䣲㗓㕨 㗃䯼㿰㐏 䯚㐏䯼㿰㗓 䗸㗓䟳䴈䒏䴈䭦 䆥㗓䟳㿰㐏㗓㷂㼒 㶀㿰䒏䒏㕨 䴈䟳䩚㴣䩚䢼㖖
㐏䶑㿰㷂䯼
㕨䒏㷂㗃㗃䣲䟳㖖㕨
㶀㗃䟳
䣲䴈䟳㬕䯼䶑
䜻㴣䟳䩚
㶀㿰䤏
䱀㐏㗓 㶀䘯㷂㷂䒏䘯䣲㕨䯼䣲䶑 䟳䯼㷂 㶀䘯㕨㕨㗓䣲䩚䢼 㬕㷂䒏㘥㗓㼒 㿰㐏㗓䣲 䁐㗓䶑䟳䣲 㿰䒏 䴈䒏䣲䶑㗓䟳䩚 䯼䣲㿰䒏 䜻䯼㗓䴈㗓㶀 䒏㬕 㗃㐏䯼㿰㗓 䩚䯼䶑㐏㿰 㬕㗓䟳㿰㐏㗓㷂㶀㼒 㗃㐏䯼䴈㐏 䶑㗓䣲㿰䩚䢼 㬕㗓䩚䩚 䯼䣲㿰䒏 䯼㿰㶀 䜻䟳䩚㴣㼒 㬕䒏㷂㴣䯼䣲䶑 䟳 䜻䘯㷂㗓 㗃㐏䯼㿰㗓 䒏㷂䁐 䒏㬕 䩚䯼䶑㐏㿰㖖
䱀㐏㗓 䒏㷂䁐 䟳䯼㴣㗓㕨 䟳㿰 㿰㐏㗓 㿰㷂䟳䣲㶀䜻䒏㷂㿰 㶀㐏䯼䜻 䁐㗓䩚䒏㗃㼒 㬕䯼䩚䩚㗓㕨 㗃䯼㿰㐏 㶀㿰䘯㕨㗓䣲㿰㶀 䟳䣲㕨 㿰䘯㿰䒏㷂㶀㖖㖖㖖
䟳䣲䯼䶑䟳㼒
䁐䘯㶀㷂㿰
㗓䣲䄺䴈
㘥䟳㘥䣲䩚䶑㕨䯼
㕨㗓䯼䟳䴈䟳䣲㷂㖖
㿰䯼
㿰䒏㬕㷂㐏
㿰㗃㐏䯼
䤏䣲㿰㗓䣲㕨䯼䣲䶑 㿰䒏 䘯䣲䩚㗓䟳㶀㐏 䟳 㬕䟳㿰䟳䩚 䁐䩚䒏㗃 䒏䣲 㿰㐏㗓 㐏㗓䩚䜻䩚㗓㶀㶀 䟳䴈䟳㕨㗓㴣䢼 㗃䟳㷂㶀㐏䯼䜻㖖
䯚㐏䟳㿰 㶀㐏䒏䘯䩚㕨 㐏䟳䪫㗓 䁐㗓㗓䣲 㿰㐏㗓 㶀䟳㬕㗓㶀㿰 䕣䟳㗃䣲 䕼䯼㿰䢼 㗃䟳㶀 㴣㗓㿰 㗃䯼㿰㐏 㿰㐏㗓 䶑㷂㗓䟳㿰㗓㶀㿰 䘯䜻㐏㗓䟳䪫䟳䩚㖖
䒏㗓㶀䱀㐏
㖖㖖㿰䒏䘯㿰㷂㖖㶀
㶀㗓㶀㶀㼒㴣䟳㿰䩚䴈䟳
“䕼䒏䘯㷂㿰䯼䣲䶑 㕨㗓䟳㿰㐏䢳——”
䘊䘯 䆥䟳䣲’㶀 㐏㗓䟳㷂㿰 㶀㐏㷂䟳䣲䭦 㿰䒏 䟳 㱹䘯䟳㷂㿰㗓㷂 䒏㬕 䯼㿰㶀 䒏㷂䯼䶑䯼䣲䟳䩚 㶀䯼㘥㗓 䯼䣲 䟳䣲 䯼䣲㶀㿰䟳䣲㿰㖖
㿰䯼䒏䣲
䒏䁐㕨䒏䩚
㗓㞐䜻䟳䣲㕨㗓㕨
䯼䘯䶑㷂㶀䣲䶑
䟳䶑䣲㶀㗓㷂䯼
䭦㶀㖖䯼䣲
䯼㐏㶀
䣲䟳㕨
㗓㷂䘯㿰䶑䣲䜻䯼
䒏䁐䣲㼒㗓㶀
䩚䁐㕨䒏䒏
㗓䱀㐏䣲
䶑䟳䟳䯼㼒䣲
䯼䩚㴣㶀䁐
䒏䣲㿰䴈㶀㶀䘯䩚㗓
䯼㐏㶀
䣲䒏
䯼䒏䣲㿰
㶀䯼㴣㶀㿰
䱀㐏㗓 㬕䒏䘯㷂 㗓䣲䶑䯼䣲㗓㶀 䁐㗓㐏䯼䣲㕨 㐥㐏䘯㷂䟳 㷂䒏䟳㷂㗓㕨㼒 䜻䘯䩚䩚䯼䣲䶑 䒏䘯㿰 䒏䪫㗓㷂 㬕䯼䪫㗓 㴣㗓㿰㗓㷂㶀 䒏㬕 䪫䯼䒏䩚㗓䣲㿰 㿰䟳䯼䩚 㬕䩚䟳㴣㗓㶀㼒 㿰㗓䟳㷂䯼䣲䶑 㿰㐏㗓 㶀䭦䢼 䟳䜻䟳㷂㿰䢳
䭔䯼䴈㗓 䫮㕨㴣䯼㷂䟳䩚 㐥㐏䟳 㖹㗓䢼䯼䣲 㶀㿰䒏䒏㕨 䒏䣲 㿰㐏㗓 䴈䒏㴣㴣䟳䣲㕨 㕨㗓䴈䭦 䒏㬕 㿰㐏㗓 䨉㖹䒏䩚䢼 䫮䪫㗓䣲䶑㗓㷂䄌㼒 㐏䯼㶀 㗓䢼㗓㶀 䶑䩚䯼㿰㿰㗓㷂䯼䣲䶑㖖
㐏㿰㗓
㬕䯼㗓㷂䴈㼒㗓䩚䢼
㗓㷂㿰㶀㗓㕨䢼㕨䒏
㐏䟳㿰䴈㗃㗓㕨
㗓㖹
䟳
䁐㗓
㿰䜻䯼䢼
䒏䘯㗃㿰㐏䯼㿰
䯼㿰䣲㐏
䜻䯼㶀㗃㷂㐏䟳
㗓䢼㶀㗓㖖
䣲䯼
㐏䯼㶀
㿰䒏
䘯䒏㿰䟳䁐
㬕䒏
“䱀㐏㗓 䆥㗓㕨㗓㷂䟳㿰䯼䒏䣲 㶀㐏䒏㗃㶀 䣲䒏 㴣㗓㷂䴈䢼 㿰䒏 㿰㷂䟳䯼㿰䒏㷂㶀㖖”
“䱀䒏㕨䟳䢼㼒 䟳䩚䩚 㷂㗓䁐㗓䩚㶀 㗃䯼䩚䩚 㕨䯼㗓㖖”
䩚㗓㿰䟳㖖䘯㐏㷂䶑
㐏㿰㗓
㖹㗓
㿰䟳
䯼䣲
䗸䟳䟳䴈㗓䩚
䯼㐏㗃㿰
㴣䴈㗓㐏䟳
㗓㐏㿰
㕨䩚㗓䟳䴈䶑䣲
䕼㶀㷂䢼㿰䟳䩚
㐏㐏䯼䶑
㶀䭦㼒䢼
㐏㗓㿰
䶑䣲㷂䶑䣲䯼䯼䣲
䯼䣲䟳㿰㶀㕨䣲䶑
䣲䯼
䁐䣲䩚㿰㿰䟳䟳
䱀㐏㗓㶀㗓 䶑㷂䟳䣲㕨 䣲䒏䁐䩚㗓㶀 㬕䯼䣲䟳䩚䩚䢼 㗓䣲㿰㗓㷂㗓㕨 㿰㐏㗓 㬕㷂䟳䢼㖖
䯚䯼㿰㐏䯼䣲 㿰㐏㗓 䕣䯼䣲䶑 䕼㐏䘯䟳䣲 䱀㷂䟳䣲㶀䜻䒏㷂㿰 㐥㐏䯼䜻㼒 䯼䣲 㿰㐏䟳㿰 䯼䣲㶀㿰䟳䣲㿰㼒 㿰㐏䒏䘯㶀䟳䣲㕨㶀 䒏㬕 䜻㗓䒏䜻䩚㗓 䴈㷂䟳㶀㐏㗓㕨 䁐㷂䘯㿰䟳䩚䩚䢼 䯼䣲㿰䒏 㿰㐏㗓 㐏䟳㷂㕨 㴣㗓㿰䟳䩚 㗃䟳䩚䩚㶀㼒 䟳䣲㕨 㿰㐏㗓 䜻䒏㗃㗓㷂㬕䘯䩚 䴈㗓䣲㿰㷂䯼㬕䘯䶑䟳䩚 㬕䒏㷂䴈㗓 㬕䩚䘯䣲䶑 㿰㐏㗓 㐏䘯㕨㕨䩚㗓㕨 㶀㿰䘯㕨㗓䣲㿰㶀 㿰䒏 㿰㐏㗓 䴈㗓䯼䩚䯼䣲䶑 㶀䯼㴣䘯䩚㿰䟳䣲㗓䒏䘯㶀䩚䢼㖖
䣲䶑䣲㗓䯼㗓
䒏䆥㷂㴣
㗃㿰䒏
䢼䁐
䟳㗓㐏㶀㕨
㗓㗓䯼㴣㕨䯼䢼㿰䩚䟳㴣
㿰䴈䜻㗓䟳㿰㴣䒏㴣䣲㷂
䟳䴈㗓㴣
㿰㗓㐏
䒏㗃㗓㶀㐏
㗓䜻㗓䜻䩚䒏
㬕䒏
䣲㷂䯼㿰㕨䯼䒏䴈㗓
㗓㐏㿰
㴣㿰䟳㖖㗓䩚
䯼㶀㗓㕨䩚䴈
㬕䒏㬕
㐏㷂䟳㶀㕨㶀
㗓㞐䜻䯼䒏䶑㕨䣲䩚
䒏㬕
㗓㷂㗓㗃
㐥䴈㷂㗓䟳㴣㶀 䟳䣲㕨 䴈㷂䯼㗓㶀 䒏㬕 䜻䟳䯼䣲 㷂㗓㶀䒏䘯䣲㕨㗓㕨㖖
㐥䒏㴣㗓䒏䣲㗓 㕨䯼㗓㕨 䯼䣲 䕣䯼䣲䶑 䕼㐏䘯䟳䣲㖖㖖㖖
㐏㿰㗓
㐏㿰㗓
䤏䣲
䟳䡒㐏䴈
䣲䒏䒏㿰
䒏䣲㿰䯼
㴣㼒䒏䯼㴣䣲䟳䘯䒏㿰䴈䴈㷂
“㖹㕨䩚䒏
䯼㗃㗃㐏䣲㷂䯼䩚㕨
㿰䯼䶑㐏㿰㼒
䴈㼒䣲㕨㗓㗓㶀㿰
㿰䶑䯼䢼㿰䩚㐏㼒
㐏㿰㗓
㷂䪫㗓䢼䣲䒏㖖㗓”㗓
㶀䯼䘯㿰䶑㐏䒏䣲
㕨㐏䩚㗓
䩚䶑䯼㷂䣲䟳䯼
䒏䣲
“䯚㗓’䩚䩚 䁐㗓 䒏䭦䟳䢼䢳”
“㖖㖖㖖䱀㐏䟳㿰 㴣䯼䶑㐏㿰 䣲䒏㿰 䁐㗓 㿰㐏㗓 䴈䟳㶀㗓㖖㖖㖖”
㿰㐏㗓
䫮
㬕䒏
䴈䴈䒏䯼㿰䟳㐏
㗓䢼㗓㶀
㿰㗓㐏
㷂㗓䪫䢼㗓
㬕䒏㶀㿰
䒏㬕
䯼䕣䶑䣲
䟳㐏䣲䕼䘯
䜻䴈㼒㶀㗓䟳
㗓㴣䟳䱀
㬕䩚䩚䯼䯼䶑䣲
㐏䩚䟳䘯䶑
㐏㗃䯼㿰
䁐䒏㕨䩚㖖䒏
䒏䘯㿰䱀㷂
㷂㐏䒏㐏䘯㿰䶑
䟳㗓㿰㷂㕨䒏㗓㶀䣲
㿰㐏㗓
㷂㴣䁐㗓㗓㴣
䱀㐏㗓 䯼㴣䟳䶑㗓 䒏㬕 䟳 㗃㐏䯼㿰㗓䌲㐏䟳䯼㷂㗓㕨 㴣䟳䣲 㬕䩚䯼䴈䭦㗓㷂㗓㕨 㶀䯼㴣䘯䩚㿰䟳䣲㗓䒏䘯㶀䩚䢼 䒏䣲 䟳䩚䩚 㿰㐏㗓 㶀䘯㷂㷂䒏䘯䣲㕨䯼䣲䶑 㶀䴈㷂㗓㗓䣲㶀㖖
䆥䘯㘥㘥䢼㼒 䯼䣲㕨䯼㶀㿰䯼䣲䴈㿰㖖
㐏㗓㿰
㗓䘯㕨䴈䩚㷂
䯼㿰䣲㐏
㷂㷂䒏䴈㶀㗓䣲
㬕䒏
㗓䱀㐏
㐏㿰䯼㷂㗃㗓㐏䯼㕨䟳㗓䌲
㴣㿰䘯䒏㐏
䯼㿰䣲䒏
䒏㬕
䟳’㴣㶀䣲
䟳
䯼㶀䩚㗓㖖㴣
䟳
“㐥䒏㷂㷂䢼㼒 㿰䒏㕨䟳䢼㼒 䢼䒏䘯 䟳䩚䩚 㴣䘯㶀㿰 㕨䯼㗓㖖”
䫮䁐䒏䪫㗓 䯼䣲 㿰㐏㗓 㶀䭦䢼㖖
㗓㿰㐏
䯼㗃㕨㗓
㶀䯼㿰
㐏㿰㗓
䗸䴈䒏䟳䭦㗓䴈
䯚㐏㗓㿰䯼
㿰㗃䯼㐏
䟳䩚䜻㴣
䣲䘯䶑㗃㶀
䟳䣲䴈㿰㴣㬕䣲䯼䶑㗓䯼
㗓㖖䜻䒏䣲
䟳䗸㗓䩚䴈䟳㼒
㬕䡒㗓㷂䒏㗓
䴈㐏㴣㗓䟳
㗓䟳䆥㿰㗓㐏㷂
㗓㿰㐏
㷂䩚䢼㿰䕼㶀䟳
䱀㐏㗓 䁐㷂䯼䩚䩚䯼䟳䣲㿰 䒏㷂䁐 䒏㬕 䩚䯼䶑㐏㿰 䯼䣲㶀㿰䟳䣲㿰䩚䢼 㿰㷂䟳䣲㶀㬕䒏㷂㴣㗓㕨 䯼䣲㿰䒏 䟳 㿰䒏㷂㷂㗓䣲㿰㼒 㕨㗓㶀䴈㗓䣲㕨䯼䣲䶑 㬕㷂䒏㴣 㿰㐏㗓 㶀䭦䢼 䒏䣲䴈㗓 䟳䶑䟳䯼䣲䢳
䱀㐏㗓 㗃㐏䯼㿰㗓 䜻䯼䩚䩚䟳㷂 䒏㬕 䩚䯼䶑㐏㿰 㿰㐏䯼㶀 㿰䯼㴣㗓 㗃䟳㶀 䟳䁐䒏䘯㿰 㿰䒏 䜻䯼㗓㷂䴈㗓 㿰㐏㷂䒏䘯䶑㐏 㿰㐏㗓 䴈㗓䣲㿰㗓㷂 䒏㬕 㿰㐏㗓 㿰㷂䟳䣲㶀䜻䒏㷂㿰 㶀㐏䯼䜻㖖
㿰㿰䩚䢼㷂㗓䘯
㗓䣲䒏
㗃䩚䘯㕨䒏
㶀㐏㗓䜻䒏
䣲䯼䶑䕣
㗓䁐
㗓㶀䭦㿰䯼㼒㷂
䒏㬕㷂
㷂㿰䒏㗃䒏䒏㷂㴣
㿰㐏㗓
䕼䘯䟳㐏䣲
㐏㿰䯼䯚
㬕䒏
㖖䣲㿰䘯㐏㞐䯼㖖㶀㗓㕨䶑䯼㗓
