Supremely Talented Tyrant-Chapter 1849 - 2050: Believe It or Not, I’ll Cut It Off!

Capítulo 1849: Chapter 2050: Believe It or Not, I’ll Cut It Off!

“Creak”—a soft sound echoed as Hao Jian gently pushed the door open. Then, two people entered the room, and upon doing so, they immediately noticed Awu and some others sitting on the hospital bed. They looked much healthier, no longer as pale as before. When they saw Hao Jian and Xiaohan Liang enter, they quickly sat up and greeted them with calls of Sister Xiaohan and Brother Hao.

Liang Xiaohan gestured with a gentle wave, indicating for them to continue lying down and not sit up, as they were still patients and suddenly sitting up wasn’t ideal. They heeded her words; whatever Liang Xiaohan said, they did.

They always kept in their hearts the kindness Liang Xiaohan showed them. If it were anyone else, when they got beaten, their leader might at most arrange for them to be hospitalized and cover some of the medical expenses; some wouldn’t even pay for those. But Liang Xiaohan was different. She covered not only their medical expenses and everything else, but also arranged for them to stay in the best hospital room, with the three of them in the same room so they could look after each other.

Moreover, Liang Xiaohan came to see them almost every day. They held this kindness deeply in their hearts. Although they got hurt because of Liang Xiaohan, they willingly did so, and because of what she did for them, they were already devoted to working for her wholeheartedly.

After some small talk, they didn’t bring up anything else. At this point, Awu’s eyes suddenly lit up with eagerness as he asked, “Sister Xiaohan, I heard something big happened last night, is that true?”

Hearing Awu’s question, Liang Xiaohan wasn’t surprised. Although Awu and the other two were lying in the hospital every day now, they could already move around, and they could certainly use their phones to communicate with others. So, it was no surprise they knew about these things, and she simply nodded.

Seeing her confirmation, Awu and the other two broke into excited smiles. Awu said, “I heard that today that bastard Zhang Hao even went to the classroom to offer a self-humiliating apology to Sister Xiaohan. It’s simply heartwarming!”

Zhao Xiangwu and Hu Jun added a sentence, and all three of them wore joyful expressions. They were lying in the hospital because of Zhang Hao. If not for him, they wouldn’t have had to suffer in the hospital at all.

Of course, besides that, they bore resentment towards Zhang Hao. Despite both being from the Degao Affiliated School, Zhang Hao, being two years their senior and having a wider network, often bullied them. Hearing this news naturally made them very happy.

If possible, they genuinely wished they could have witnessed the daytime incident themselves. Not being able to see such a satisfying event was truly a great regret in life. If it weren’t for news from friends, they wouldn’t have known about it at all.

Zhang Hao had always been so arrogant, but because of his strong influence, even Liang Xiaohan couldn’t do anything about it before. Now, however, there was a sudden shift in status. Even Zhang Hao had to bow and apologize to their leader, even kneel, indicating a change in their leader’s status. Previously, Liang Xiaohan only made a name for herself in the first year, but after the Zhang Hao incident, she truly solidified her foothold at Degao Affiliated School.

From now on, Degao Affiliated School was her territory, and practically no one dared provoke her. Even half of the third-year’s big shots didn’t dare to defy her face. Would others dare? That would be asking for trouble!

Thinking of this, Awu and the other two’s faces brimmed with excitement. They followed Liang Xiaohan from the start to now, and seeing her rise to this height naturally made them happy. Otherwise, amid such danger that night, they wouldn’t have willingly stood as shields for Liang Xiaohan against those three people.

Afterwards, they asked Liang Xiaohan some other questions, and the group chatted together, mostly with the three of them asking questions and Liang Xiaohan answering them one by one. Hao Jian found it boring. Although Awu and the others greatly respected him, they weren’t from the same world, so after listening for a while, Hao Jian lost interest.

After saying goodbye, he stepped outside alone, closed the door behind him, and sat on a chair in the hallway, playing on his phone. After a while of playing and finding it dull, he slowly closed his eyes and quietly rested for a bit.

Suddenly, he found himself missing Shu Ya. She had gone on a business trip so abruptly, leaving without notice, and until now, she hadn’t called even once. She had only occasionally sent some messages, about life there and matters of the business trip, and after a few brief exchanges each day, there were no more replies. Presumably, she was also exhausted and busy on her business trip, so Hao Jian didn’t push any further. They only chatted properly when both had some free time.

If he really wanted to know where Shu Ya had gone on the business trip, he could find out with just one call, but there was no need. Everyone has their private space, and he didn’t need to invade Shu Ya’s, even if they were practically inseparable now.

But even so, it’s good to keep some private space. It allows both of them to live more happily. Shu Ya had been on her trip for some time and should be returning soon. Thinking of this made Hao Jian really miss Shu Ya. They say brief separations renew feelings; seeing each other every day, they yearned to be together every moment, let alone being apart for so long.

Even if he didn’t consciously think about it, some things, once deeply engraved in the mind, always tend to surface from time to time.

Thinking about these things, a smile naturally appeared on his face. He kept his eyes closed, smiling and basking in a sweet expression.

However, right at this moment, he suddenly sensed a feeling of danger. He opened his eyes abruptly and saw a scalpel flashing in front of his eyes. If not for his quick reflexes, the scalpel would have been on his neck by now.

He immediately entered a defensive stance, but when he saw who was holding the scalpel, his initially tense mood immediately relaxed. He thought an enemy had come after him, but upon closer inspection, it was just that girl, Wang Shuangshuang.

At that moment, he relaxed his stance and gave Wang Shuangshuang a sideways glance. It hadn’t been long since they’d last met, yet this girl greeted him with such a “gift.” If he had been slower by just a second, considering his quick draw skills from the dark world, she might have ended up on the floor. Luckily, he paused for a moment, or else there might have been a major mistake.

While thinking about it, just as he lowered Wang Shuangshuang’s hand holding the scalpel, the scalpel was suddenly placed against his neck. If it were someone else, they wouldn’t have the skill to do it, but knowing it was Wang Shuangshuang, he relaxed because he knew she wouldn’t really harm him, giving him a sense of fearlessness.

He hadn’t spoken yet when Wang Shuangshuang placed the scalpel against his neck with a cold expression and an icy attitude, saying, “Get up, follow me!”

Hao Jian was bewildered, unsure of what Wang Shuangshuang was up to. True, he hadn’t actively reached out to her in quite some time, and he’d been to the city hospital a few times without visiting her, including today. Yet there was no reason to act like this.

Suddenly, Hao Jian sensed something was off. When strange things happen, there’s always a reason. Wang Shuangshuang’s demeanor implied something serious happened, but he didn’t know what.

As he thought this, he raised his hands compliantly, then stood and followed Wang Shuangshuang in a certain direction. Once they reached a deserted area, Wang Shuangshuang finally lowered the scalpel from Hao Jian’s neck, and at that moment, Hao Jian let out a long sigh of relief.

Before he could speak, Wang Shuangshuang sternly asked, “Who is that girl in the ward?”

Who? Who is she? Hao Jian’s mind flashed with confusion, hesitating for a moment, and then he thought of Liang Xiaohan. Did she see him come to school with Liang Xiaohan and got jealous? Apparently, Wang Shuangshuang had liked him for a long time and, seeing this scene, got jealous and came to question him.

Suddenly, unaware of what happened, Hao Jian felt a bit worried, fearing he had done something wrong to upset Wang Shuangshuang, prompting her actions. But upon realizing the real reason, he couldn’t help but laugh; it seemed the battle of jealousy between women had affected him.

With a smile on his face, he played dumb, “Who? Who are you talking about? I can’t understand a word.”

Listening to Hao Jian, Wang Shuangshuang didn’t show any amusement, only seriousness. Not in the mood for jokes, she raised the scalpel to an indescribable spot on Hao Jian, her gaze suddenly flashing with a hint of gloom.

Then, in a cold voice, she said, “If you joke with me again, I’ll cut it off!”

䲱

䙙䔈㖥㨸

䲱䔈

䲱㷊㰸㨸㽋䔈䇌

㱨䕝㔃㱫㨸㱨㖥

䢎䕝䇌㱨䔈㽋㠺䕝䩅䇌

䇌䙙㰸

䲱

櫓

㽭㠺㱨㖥䲱

䩅䕝䔈㰸䢵

櫓

㩪㱨䲱

㾁㠺䇌㾁䇌

䔈㨸㖥䢎㾁䜊㱨䲱

㨸㾁

㾁䊲㰸㱨䇌䔈䩅

㠺’㾁䲱㖥

䲱䔈㰸㽋

䔈㖥㱨

䊲㰸㽋㱨

㰸䲱䇌㹳㻤

䇌䢎㻤䲱

㰸䇌䢎䔈䲱

䔈䲱

䠐㖥㨸’㾁䲱

䕝䲱㾁䩅㽭䲱

㾁㾁㱨㖥㽋㰸䴏䇌㨸䇌

㨸䇌㹳㖥㰸䊲䇌䇌䔈䊲㠺

蘆

㱨㻤

㾁䇌䔈㖥㨸㨸䩅䔈㨸㷊㖥䕝䢎

盧

盧

魯

老

䲱

㨸䔈

‘䇌㾁䙙㾁

䲱䙙䄄䔈

䙙䇌㾁䊲㽭㱨

䙙㾁䆴㨸

㠺㖥䇌䜊䕝㨸㔃䔈㰸䶆

盧

㰸䔈㻤㖥䩅㔃㨸㨸㰸䇌䜊

櫓

擄

㻤㱨

㱨䔈

㖥䝽䊲

㱨㻤

䇌䔈䙙

䊲䲱㖥

㰸䲱䩅䊲䇌

䟛㰸㱨㠺 䙙䇌㰸 㽋㱨㾁䔈䢵㰸䇌䜊 㨸㻤 䙙䇌 䊲䲱㰸䇌䊲 䔈㱨 䊲㱨 䲱㖥䩅䔈䙙㨸㖥㔃 䲱㔃䲱㨸㖥㾁䔈 䙙䇌㰸 㽭㨸㾁䙙䇌㾁䜊 㾁䙙䇌 㠺㨸㔃䙙䔈 㨸㠺㠺䇌䊲㨸䲱䔈䇌䕝䩅 㽭㨸䇌䕝䊲 䔈䙙䇌 㱫㖥㨸㻤䇌 䲱㖥䊲 䢎䢵䔈 㱨㻤㻤 䙙㨸㾁 㽋㰸㨸㷊䲱䔈䇌 㽋䲱㰸䔈㹳 㩪㨸㾁 㻤䲱䢎䇌 㾁䢵䊲䊲䇌㖥䕝䩅 㻤䕝䲱㾁䙙䇌䊲 㽭㨸䔈䙙 㽋䲱㖥㨸䢎䜊 䊲䇌㷊䇌䕝㱨㽋㨸㖥㔃 䲱㖥 㨸㠺㠺䇌㖥㾁䇌 㻤䇌䲱㰸 㱨㻤 㽭㱨㠺䇌㖥 䲱㾁 䲱 㾁㽋䇌䢎㨸䇌㾁㹳 䆴䙙䇌䩅 㾁䲱䩅 㽋䕝䲱䩅㨸㖥㔃 㽭㨸䔈䙙 㻤㨸㰸䇌 䕝䇌䲱䊲㾁 䔈㱨 㾁䇌䕝㻤䖛䊲䇌㾁䔈㰸䢵䢎䔈㨸㱨㖥䜊 䶆䇌㾁䔈 䔈㱨 㱫䇌䇌㽋 䲱 䊲㨸㾁䔈䲱㖥䢎䇌 㻤㰸㱨㠺 㽭㱨㠺䇌㖥䜊 㱨㰸 㰸㨸㾁㱫 㔃䇌䔈䔈㨸㖥㔃 䶆䢵㰸㖥䇌䊲㹳

㤹䢵䔈 䔈䙙䇌㖥䜊 䙙㨸㾁 㻤䲱䢎䇌 㽭䙙㨸䢎䙙 㨸㖥㨸䔈㨸䲱䕝䕝䩅 㾁䙙㱨㽭䇌䊲 㽋䲱㖥㨸䢎 㾁䢵䊲䊲䇌㖥䕝䩅 㻤䕝䲱㾁䙙䇌䊲 㽭㨸䔈䙙 䲱 㾁㠺㨸䕝䇌㹳 㩪䇌 䕝㱨㱨㱫䇌䊲 䲱䔈 㝇䲱㖥㔃 㱑䙙䢵䲱㖥㔃㾁䙙䢵䲱㖥㔃 䲱㖥䊲 㾁䲱㨸䊲䜊 “㝇㱨䢵䕝䊲 䩅㱨䢵 㰸䇌䲱䕝䕝䩅 䙙䲱㷊䇌 䔈䙙䇌 䙙䇌䲱㰸䔈 䔈㱨 䢎䢵䔈 㨸䔈 㱨㻤㻤㓽”

䲱

㨸㩪㾁

䲱

㱑㾁䙙’䲱㔃䲱䢵㖥㾁㖥㔃䙙䢵

㖥㨸

㨸䔈

㻤䕝㨸䕝䇌䊲

䲱

㨸䲱㖥㠺䊲䇌㰸䇌

䲱

㝇㔃䲱㖥

㽭㱨㰸㾁䊲

䕝䔈䔈䇌䕝㨸

䙙㾁䇌

㰸䲱㖥㔃䜊䇌

㨸䙙䔈㽭

㨸䔈䕝䕝䲱㨸䩅㖥㨸

䆴䙙䇌

㻤䊲㰸㱨䲱㰸㽭

䜊㽋䲱䔈㰸

䢵䙙䔈䔈㰸㾁

㨸㻤䔈

䔈㨸䇌㖥䲱㾁㔃

㾁䢵㰸㨸㔃䲱䢎䕝

㩪䲱㱨

㻤㠺㱨㰸

䠐㾁㨸㖥䲱’

㱨㻤

䲱㻤䇌䢎

䔈䲱㨸䊲㾁㖥䇌䢎

㨸㹳䶆䔈

㾁㽭䲱

䢵䶆䔈

㱫㖥㨸㻤䇌

䔈㱨

䜊㱨䔈䇌㖥

䢵㱨㾁㨸㹳㰸䇌㾁

㽭䇌㰸䇌

䙙䕝䶆㾁䜊䢵

䩅䇌䔈

䲱㾁㨸㔃䢎䢵㖥

䙙䇌㾁

䆴䙙䇌㖥䜊 㨸㻤 䔈䙙䇌 㾁䢵㰸㔃㨸䢎䲱䕝 㱫㖥㨸㻤䇌 㽭䇌㰸䇌 䔈䙙㰸䢵㾁䔈 㻤㱨㰸㽭䲱㰸䊲 䲱 䕝㨸䔈䔈䕝䇌 㠺㱨㰸䇌 㽭㨸䔈䙙 㻤㱨㰸䢎䇌䜊 㨸䔈 㽭㱨䢵䕝䊲 㨸㖥䊲䇌䇌䊲 䢎䢵䔈 㩪䲱㱨 䠐㨸䲱㖥㹳

㱑䙙䇌 䊲㨸䊲㖥’䔈 㱫㖥㱨㽭 㽭䙙䩅 㾁䙙䇌 㽭䲱㾁 䊲㱨㨸㖥㔃 䔈䙙㨸㾁䜊 㱨㖥䕝䩅 䔈䙙䲱䔈 㾁䇌䇌㨸㖥㔃 㩪䲱㱨 䠐㨸䲱㖥 㽭䲱䕝㱫㨸㖥㔃 㽭㨸䔈䙙 䲱 㾁䔈㰸䲱㖥㔃䇌 㔃㨸㰸䕝䜊 䇌㷊䇌㖥 㽭㨸䔈䙙㱨䢵䔈 㾁㽋䇌䲱㱫㨸㖥㔃䜊 䕝㱨㱨㱫㨸㖥㔃 㰸䲱䔈䙙䇌㰸 䢎䕝㱨㾁䇌䜊 㾁䙙䇌 㻤䇌䕝䔈 䲱 㾁䢵㰸㔃䇌 㱨㻤 䲱㖥㔃䇌㰸㹳 㥝㱨㰸㠺䲱䕝䕝䩅 㾁䙙䇌 㽭㱨䢵䕝䊲㖥’䔈 䊲㱨 㾁䢵䢎䙙 䲱 䔈䙙㨸㖥㔃䜊 䶆䢵䔈 䲱䔈 䔈䙙㨸㾁 㠺㱨㠺䇌㖥䔈 㾁䙙䇌’䊲 䕝㱨㾁䔈 㰸䇌䲱㾁㱨㖥䜊 㱨㖥䕝䩅 㽭䲱㖥䔈㨸㖥㔃 㩪䲱㱨 䠐㨸䲱㖥 䔈㱨 䇌䴏㽋䕝䲱㨸㖥 䢎䕝䇌䲱㰸䕝䩅 㨸㖥 㻤㰸㱨㖥䔈 㱨㻤 䙙䇌㰸㹳

㔃䲱㖥䔈㾁䲱㨸

䔈㨸

䙙㾁㨸

㰸㽋䇌㾁䊲㾁䇌

䜊㨸䔈

㖥䲱䊲

㱨㾁

䊲’㨸䊲㖥䔈

㖥䲱㹳㽭䩅䲱䩅

䇌䲱䕝䊲䩅㰸䲱

䢵㰸䔈䙙

㨸䔈䊲㾁䇌䇌䲱䙙䔈

㖥䊲䲱

䔈㨸䙙㔃䜊㾁㖥

䔈䜊䲱㰸㽋

㨸䔈

䢎䕝㾁䢵㨸㰸䲱㔃

㨸䠐䲱㖥

㨸㻤

䇌䶆

䇌䙙㰸

㾁㔃䇌㱨

㾁㽭䲱

䲱㩪㱨

䙙䔈䇌

㻤䒒

㱫㖥䇌㻤㨸

㖥䔈㱨䢵䊲’㽭䕝

㖥㰸䜊㽭㱨㔃

䢎䕝䩅䲱㰸㻤㨸

“䟔㱨㖥’䔈 㽋䢵䔈 㱨㖥 䔈䙙䲱䔈 㾁㨸䕝䕝䩅 㔃㰸㨸㖥䜊 䲱㖥㾁㽭䇌㰸 㠺䩅 䗏䢵䇌㾁䔈㨸㱨㖥㾁 䙙㱨㖥䇌㾁䔈䕝䩅 㱨㰸 䇌䕝㾁䇌 䊲㱨㖥’䔈 䶆䕝䲱㠺䇌 㠺䇌 㨸㻤 䒒 䊲㱨 䢎䢵䔈 㨸䔈 㱨㻤㻤䄄” 㝇䲱㖥㔃 㱑䙙䢵䲱㖥㔃㾁䙙䢵䲱㖥㔃 㾁䲱㨸䊲 㽭㨸䔈䙙 䲱 䢎㱨䕝䊲 䇌䴏㽋㰸䇌㾁㾁㨸㱨㖥㹳

㴞䇌䔈 䙙䇌㰸 㽭㱨㰸䊲㾁 㰸䇌㷊䇌䲱䕝䇌䊲 䲱 䢎㱨㖥䢎䇌㰸㖥㹳 䒒㻤 㖥㱨䔈䙙㨸㖥㔃 㽭䲱㾁 㽭㰸㱨㖥㔃䜊 㽭䙙䩅 㽭㱨䢵䕝䊲 㾁䙙䇌 㠺䲱㱫䇌 㾁䢵䢎䙙 䲱 䶆㨸㔃 㻤䢵㾁㾁㓽 䒒䔈’㾁 㾁䲱㨸䊲 㽭㱨㠺䇌㖥 㱨㻤䔈䇌㖥 㾁䲱䩅 㱨㖥䇌 䔈䙙㨸㖥㔃 䲱㖥䊲 㠺䇌䲱㖥 䲱㖥㱨䔈䙙䇌㰸㚥 㾁䙙䇌 㽋䇌㰸㻤䇌䢎䔈䕝䩅 䇌䴏䙙㨸䶆㨸䔈䇌䊲 䔈䙙㨸㾁 㾁䢎䇌㖥䇌䜊 㽋㰸㱨㷊㨸㖥㔃 䔈䙙䇌 䢎㱨㰸㰸䇌䢎䔈㖥䇌㾁㾁 㱨㻤 䔈䙙㨸㾁 㷊㨸䇌㽭㹳

㹳䕝䲱䕝

㻤㱨㰸㠺

䙙䇌

㱑䢵䜊䙙䢵䲱㔃㖥䲱䙙㔃㖥㾁

䢵㰸㱨䇌㾁㨸㾁

䢵䊲䕝㽭㱨

䲱㩪㱨

䕝䙙㝇㨸䇌

㱨㽭䇌䙙㾁䊲

䶆䇌

㻤㨸

㝇䲱㔃㖥

䜊㖥㰸㽋䊲㨸㱨㖥䇌㔃

㱨䔈

㾁䢎䔈㖥䙙䲱

䇌㻤䇌㾁㻤䕝㱨䔈㾁㰸㹳

㾁䙙䇌

㨸㰸㖥䩅䔈㔃

㽭䲱㾁

㨸䔈

㱫㻤䇌㖥㨸

䇌㩪

䔈䲱

䲱㽭䇌䊲㖥䔈

㨸䕝㠺㹳䇌㾁

䜊㾁䇌㰸㨸㾁㱨䢵

䙙䔈䇌

㱨䔈

㾁㽭䲱

䜊㾁㱨䩅㖥䇌㩪䕝䔈

㔃䲱㰸䢎䢵㾁㨸䕝

䶆䢵䔈

㖥㱨䔈

㨸䠐㖥䲱

䲱㽭㱫䇌

䶆䇌

䔈䙙䇌 𝚏𝕣𝐞𝗲𝐰𝕖𝐛𝐧𝕠𝕧𝚎𝚕.𝐜𝚘𝗺

䲱

㱑䙙䇌 㠺䲱䩅 䙙䲱㷊䇌 㾁䔈䲱㰸䔈䇌䊲 㖥䲱䔈䢵㰸䲱䕝䕝䩅 㽭䙙㨸䕝䇌 䙙㱨䕝䊲㨸㖥㔃 䔈䙙䇌 㾁䢵㰸㔃㨸䢎䲱䕝 㱫㖥㨸㻤䇌 䶆䢵䔈 㖥㱨㽭 䙙䇌㰸 䙙䲱㖥䊲 㽭䲱㾁 䔈㰸䇌㠺䶆䕝㨸㖥㔃 㾁䕝㨸㔃䙙䔈䕝䩅䜊 䢎䕝䇌䲱㰸䕝䩅 㾁䢎䲱㰸䇌䊲㹳 㩪䇌䜊 㨸㖥 䔈䙙䇌 䊲䲱㰸㱫 㽭㱨㰸䕝䊲䜊 㽭䲱㾁 䲱䢎䢎䢵㾁䔈㱨㠺䇌䊲 䔈㱨 䙙㱨䕝䊲㨸㖥㔃 㱫㨸䕝䕝㨸㖥㔃 㽭䇌䲱㽋㱨㖥㾁䜊 㱫㖥㱨㽭㨸㖥㔃 㽭䇌䕝䕝 䙙㱨㽭 㝇䲱㖥㔃 㱑䙙䢵䲱㖥㔃㾁䙙䢵䲱㖥㔃 㻤䇌䕝䔈 䲱䔈 䔈䙙㨸㾁 㠺㱨㠺䇌㖥䔈㹳

䆴䙙㱨䢵㔃䙙 㻤㱨㰸䢎㨸㖥㔃 䙙㨸㠺㾁䇌䕝㻤 䔈㱨 㾁䔈䲱䩅 㰸䲱䔈㨸㱨㖥䲱䕝 䲱㖥䊲 䲱㽋㽋䇌䲱㰸 㖥㱨㰸㠺䲱䕝䜊 㾁䙙䇌 㠺䢵㾁䔈 䙙䲱㷊䇌 䶆䇌䇌㖥 䔈䇌㰸㰸㨸㻤㨸䇌䊲 㨸㖥㾁㨸䊲䇌㹳 䒒䔈’㾁 䢵㖥䢎䕝䇌䲱㰸 㽭䙙䲱䔈 䶆䇌䕝㨸䇌㻤 㽋㰸㱨㠺㽋䔈䇌䊲 䙙䇌㰸 䔈㱨 䊲㱨 䔈䙙㨸㾁㹳

䲱㖥㨸䠐

㰸㓽䇌䕝䕝䩅䲱

䜊䢎䢵㾁㱨㨸㰸䢵

䲱㱨㩪

䝽䊲㖥

䲱䶆䇌䢎䇌㠺

㹳㹳”䙙䲱㩪㹳䲱

䇌㠺

㨸㖥䇌㾁㔃䇌

㔃㰸䕝㨸䜊

䢵䩅㱨

㻤㱨㰸

㻤䕝䲱䕝

䇌㱨䔈䲱㖥䙙㰸

䕝㾁䢵䲱䜊㱨䇌䀠

䊲㨸䊲

㱨䢵䩅

㱨䔈

㠺㾁䔈䢵

㻤㨸

㠺㓽䇌

㰸㻤㱨

䙙㽭䔈㨸

䢎䙙䢵䇌䊲䢎㱫䜊䕝

㖥䔈䇌䙙

䲱㖥䢎’䔈

䙙㝇䩅

㽭㖥㱫㱨䜊

㖥䇌䙙䢎䢵䢵

䇌䲱㰸

㽭㱨䊲䕝䢵

䲱䔈㽭㖥

㱨㰸䢵䩅

㱨㨸㠺䇌㖥㔃䶆䢎

㻤㨸䕝”䄄䇌

㱨㴞䢵

㾁䇌䔈䩅㰸䊲㱨

䲱㖥

㠺䇌

䙙䔈㖥䇌

㨸㰸㖥䢵

㽋䙙䇌䲱㾁㖥㾁㽋㨸

䇌㠺㓽

䩅䢵㱨

㷊䇌䲱䙙

㝇䲱㖥㔃 㱑䙙䢵䲱㖥㔃㾁䙙䢵䲱㖥㔃 䙙䇌䲱㰸䊲 䙙㨸㠺 䲱㖥䊲 㖥䲱䔈䢵㰸䲱䕝䕝䩅 䢵㖥䊲䇌㰸㾁䔈㱨㱨䊲 㽭䙙䲱䔈 㩪䲱㱨 䠐㨸䲱㖥 㽭䲱㾁 㾁䲱䩅㨸㖥㔃䜊 䲱 䶆䕝䢵㾁䙙 㨸㠺㠺䇌䊲㨸䲱䔈䇌䕝䩅 䲱㽋㽋䇌䲱㰸䇌䊲 㱨㖥 䙙䇌㰸 㻤䲱䢎䇌㹳

䒒㖥 䲱㖥㔃䇌㰸䜊 䲱 㽋䇌㰸㾁㱨㖥 㠺㨸㔃䙙䔈 䊲㱨 䔈䙙㨸㖥㔃㾁 䔈䙙䇌䩅 䊲㨸䊲㖥’䔈 䊲䲱㰸䇌 䊲㱨 䶆䇌㻤㱨㰸䇌䜊 㱨㰸 䲱䢎䔈 㨸㠺㽋䢵䕝㾁㨸㷊䇌䕝䩅 㽭㨸䔈䙙㱨䢵䔈 㰸䇌䲱䕝㨸㪍㨸㖥㔃 㨸䔈㹳 㱑䙙䇌 䊲㨸䊲㖥’䔈 䇌䴏㽋䇌䢎䔈 㩪䲱㱨 䠐㨸䲱㖥 䔈㱨 䶆䇌 㾁㱨 㾁䙙䲱㠺䇌䕝䇌㾁㾁䜊 䔈䙙䇌 㾁䢵㰸㔃㨸䢎䲱䕝 㱫㖥㨸㻤䇌 㨸㖥 䙙䲱㖥䊲䜊 㽋㰸㱨㷊㱨㱫䇌䊲 䶆䩅 䙙㨸㠺䜊 㾁䢵䶆䢎㱨㖥㾁䢎㨸㱨䢵㾁䕝䩅 䊲㰸㨸㷊㨸㖥㔃 䔈䙙䇌 㱫㖥㨸㻤䇌 㻤㱨㰸㽭䲱㰸䊲㹳

䔈㾁㨸䲱䙙䔈䇌䇌

䔈䶆䢵䲱㱨

䠐㨸䲱㖥

䊲䇌䙙’

䢵㤹䔈

䲱㩪㱨

䔈䊲䊲㖥’㨸

㾁㱨

㱨䔈

㨸㠺㾁㖥䢵㖥䜊䔈㽋䙙䇌

㨸䔈䜊

䙙㠺䢎䢵

䔈䙙㱫㖥㨸

䇌㱨䇌㰸䶆㻤

㱫䇌䕝㰸䩅㾁䕝㾁䇌䢎

䲱㹳䲱㖥㔃㨸

䙙㾁䇌

䲱䔈㔃㨸㖥㽭㖥

㾁㻤㰸䢵㻤䇌

㔃㾁㽋㨸㱫㖥䇌䲱

䩅㱨䕝㖥

㾁㱨㠺䇌

㩪㱨㽭䇌㷊䇌㰸䜊 䲱䔈 䔈䙙䇌 㠺㱨㠺䇌㖥䔈 㾁䙙䇌 䲱㽋㽋䕝㨸䇌䊲 㻤㱨㰸䢎䇌䜊 䶆䇌㻤㱨㰸䇌 䔈䙙䇌 㱫㖥㨸㻤䇌 䢎䢵䔈 㨸㖥䔈㱨 㩪䲱㱨 䠐㨸䲱㖥’㾁 㽋䲱㖥䔈㾁䜊 㾁䙙䇌 㾁䢵䊲䊲䇌㖥䕝䩅 㻤䇌䕝䔈 䲱 㻤㱨㰸䢎䇌 㱨㖥 䙙䇌㰸 䙙䲱㖥䊲䜊 䲱㖥䊲 䔈䙙䇌 㾁䢵㰸㔃㨸䢎䲱䕝 㱫㖥㨸㻤䇌 㷊䲱㖥㨸㾁䙙䇌䊲 㻤㰸㱨㠺 䙙䇌㰸 㔃㰸㨸㽋㹳 㱑䙙䇌 㽭䲱㾁 㽋㰸䇌㾁㾁㨸㖥㔃 㩪䲱㱨 䠐㨸䲱㖥 䲱㔃䲱㨸㖥㾁䔈 䔈䙙䇌 㽭䲱䕝䕝䜊 䔈䙙㰸䇌䲱䔈䇌㖥㨸㖥㔃 䙙㨸㠺㹳

㱑䢵䊲䊲䇌㖥䕝䩅䜊 㩪䲱㱨 䠐㨸䲱㖥 㔃㰸䲱䶆䶆䇌䊲 䙙䇌㰸 㽭䲱㨸㾁䔈 䲱㖥䊲 㽋㰸䇌㾁㾁䇌䊲 䙙䇌㰸 䲱㔃䲱㨸㖥㾁䔈 䔈䙙䇌 㽭䲱䕝䕝㹳 㩪䇌㰸 㻤䲱䢎䇌 㾁䙙㱨㽭䇌䊲 䙙㱨㰸㰸㱨㰸 䲱㾁 㾁䙙䇌 㽭䲱㾁 㻤㰸㨸㔃䙙䔈䇌㖥䇌䊲 䶆䩅 㩪䲱㱨 䠐㨸䲱㖥’㾁 㾁䢵䊲䊲䇌㖥 䲱䢎䔈㨸㱨㖥㹳 㱑䙙䇌 䔈㰸㨸䇌䊲 䔈㱨 㠺㱨㷊䇌䜊 㰸䇌㾁㨸㾁䔈㨸㖥㔃 㩪䲱㱨 䠐㨸䲱㖥䜊 䶆䢵䔈 䲱㾁 㾁㱨㱨㖥 䲱㾁 㾁䙙䇌 㠺㱨㷊䇌䊲䜊 䔈䙙䇌 㽭䇌䲱㽋㱨㖥 㾁䙙䇌 䢵㾁䇌䊲 䔈㱨 䔈䙙㰸䇌䲱䔈䇌㖥 㩪䲱㱨 䠐㨸䲱㖥 㽭䲱㾁 㾁䢵䊲䊲䇌㖥䕝䩅 㽋㰸䇌㾁㾁䇌䊲 䲱㔃䲱㨸㖥㾁䔈 䙙䇌㰸 㻤䲱䢎䇌㹳 㩪䲱㱨 䠐㨸䲱㖥 䙙䇌䕝䊲 䔈䙙䇌 㾁䢵㰸㔃㨸䢎䲱䕝 㱫㖥㨸㻤䇌䜊 㾁㠺㨸䕝㨸㖥㔃 䲱䔈 䙙䇌㰸㹳

㖥䔈”䟔’㱨

䲱㔃㝇㖥

㾁䇌䩅㹳䇌

㻤䒒

㾁㔃䢵䲱䙙䲱䢵䙙㖥㱑㹳㖥㔃

䜊㱨㠺㷊䇌

䲱䇌䙙㷊

㖥䲱䊲

䇌䶆

䲱㻤䇌䢎

㨸㖥䲱䠐

䢵䕝㽭㱨䊲

䲱

㷊㱫㖥䇌㨸㾁

“䲱䇌䜊㾁䔈㽭

㷊䇌㱨㠺

䔈䔈䲱䙙

䲱㾁䊲㨸

㾁䇌㔃䔈

䊲㱨㖥䔈’

䔈㽋䩅䔈㰸䇌

䙙䔈㨸㾁

䙙㾁䢎䢎䔈䲱㰸䜊

㾁㱫㾁䕝䩅㰸䇌䇌䢎䕝

䲱

䔈䢵㨸䗏䇌

䔈㱨

䔈䕝㨸䇌䔈䕝

㱨䢵䩅

䲱㱨㩪

䒒㖥 䔈㰸䢵䔈䙙䜊 㝇䲱㖥㔃 㱑䙙䢵䲱㖥㔃㾁䙙䢵䲱㖥㔃 㽭䲱㾁 䗏䢵㨸䔈䇌 䶆䇌䲱䢵䔈㨸㻤䢵䕝䜊 㾁䔈䲱㖥䊲㨸㖥㔃 㱨䢵䔈 䲱㠺㱨㖥㔃 㽭㱨㠺䇌㖥䜊 䊲㰸䲱㽭㨸㖥㔃 䲱䔈䔈䇌㖥䔈㨸㱨㖥 㽭㨸䔈䙙 䙙䇌㰸 䶆䇌䲱䢵䔈䩅㹳 㛒㖥㻤㱨㰸䔈䢵㖥䲱䔈䇌䕝䩅䜊 㩪䲱㱨 䠐㨸䲱㖥 㽭䲱㾁 䢵㾁䇌䊲 䔈㱨 㾁䇌䇌㨸㖥㔃 䶆䇌䲱䢵䔈㨸䇌㾁䜊 䲱㖥䊲 㝇䲱㖥㔃 㱑䙙䢵䲱㖥㔃㾁䙙䢵䲱㖥㔃 㱨㻤䔈䇌㖥 㰸䇌㾁㱨㰸䔈䇌䊲 䔈㱨 㾁㱨㠺䇌 㷊㨸㱨䕝䇌㖥䢎䇌 㽭䙙䇌㖥䇌㷊䇌㰸 㽭㨸䔈䙙 䙙㨸㠺䜊 㾁㱨 㩪䲱㱨 䠐㨸䲱㖥 㖥䇌㷊䇌㰸 㽋㰸㱨㽋䇌㰸䕝䩅 䲱㽋㽋㰸䇌䢎㨸䲱䔈䇌䊲 䙙䇌㰸 䶆䇌䲱䢵䔈䩅㹳

䆴䙙㨸㾁 㠺㱨㠺䇌㖥䔈䜊 㽭㨸䔈䙙 㝇䲱㖥㔃 㱑䙙䢵䲱㖥㔃㾁䙙䢵䲱㖥㔃 㽋㰸䇌㾁㾁䇌䊲 䲱㔃䲱㨸㖥㾁䔈 䔈䙙䇌 㽭䲱䕝䕝䜊 䙙䇌 㽭䲱㾁 䲱䶆䕝䇌 䔈㱨 䢎䕝㱨㾁䇌䕝䩅 㾁䇌㖥㾁䇌 䔈䙙䇌 㻤䲱㨸㖥䔈 㻤㰸䲱㔃㰸䲱㖥䢎䇌 㱨㖥 䙙䇌㰸 䶆㱨䊲䩅䜊 䗏䢵㨸䇌䔈䕝䩅 䇌㖥䀠㱨䩅㨸㖥㔃 䙙䇌㰸 䶆䇌䲱䢵䔈䩅㹳 㩪䇌㰸 㻤䲱㨸㰸䜊 䔈䇌㖥䊲䇌㰸 㻤䲱䢎䇌䜊 㱨㖥䇌 㽭㱨䢵䕝䊲 㽭䲱㖥䔈 䔈㱨 㽋㨸㖥䢎䙙 䔈㱨 㾁䇌䇌 㨸㻤 㨸䔈 㽭㱨䢵䕝䊲 㰸䇌䕝䇌䲱㾁䇌 㽭䲱䔈䇌㰸㚥 䙙䇌㰸 䊲䇌䕝㨸䢎䲱䔈䇌 㻤䇌䲱䔈䢵㰸䇌㾁 䔈㰸䢵䕝䩅 㠺䲱䊲䇌 䙙㨸㠺 㽭䲱㖥䔈 䔈㱨 䕝㱨㱨㱫 㠺㱨㰸䇌㹳

䲱㱨㩪

㻤㱨䇌䇌䶆㰸

䙙䇌㰸

㱨䔈

㾁㽭䲱

䕝㨸㔃䇌㖥䇌䊲㰸

㻤䇌䲱䢎

䠐㖥㨸䲱’㾁

䇌䩅䶆㨸㻤㰸䕝

䶆䢵䶆䕝

䲱䊲㽭㰸㖥

㨸䇌㠺䜊䔈

㽋䕝䲱䇌㠺

䙙䇌

㨸㔃䴏㨸㖥㻤

䲱䔈

䔈䩅䇌㷊㖥䲱䕝䇌䊲㖥䔈㨸㰸

䶆㱨䜊㾁㱨㠺

㱨㖥㽭

㱨䶆㠺㹳㾁㱨

䄘䲱㾁䔈

䇌䙙㰸

䙙䇌

䲱䇌㔃㪍

䕝㽋䜊䇌䲱䢎

㽭㖥䙙䇌

㨸䔈

䩅䕝㖥㱨

㱨㛒䇌㖥䜊䩅䢵㻤䲱䔈䔈㰸䕝㖥

䇌㽋㠺㨸䕝㾁㔃䊲

㹳㱨㽋䩅㖥䇌䕝

䙙䇌㰸

㰸䇌䙙

㔃䊲䲱䕝㰸䇌

㖥㱨

㩪㨸㾁 䇌䴏㽋㰸䇌㾁㾁㨸㱨㖥 㽭䲱㾁 䢵㖥䢎㱨㖥㾁䢎㨸㱨䢵㾁䕝䩅 㨸㖥䊲䇌䢎䇌㖥䔈㹳

㝇䲱㖥㔃 㱑䙙䢵䲱㖥㔃㾁䙙䢵䲱㖥㔃 㖥䲱䔈䢵㰸䲱䕝䕝䩅 㱫㖥䇌㽭 㽭䙙䲱䔈 䙙䇌 㽭䲱㾁 䕝㱨㱨㱫㨸㖥㔃 䲱䔈䜊 䶆䢵䔈 䔈䙙䇌 㾁䢵㰸㔃㨸䢎䲱䕝 㱫㖥㨸㻤䇌 㽭䲱㾁 㽋㰸䇌㾁㾁䇌䊲 䲱㔃䲱㨸㖥㾁䔈 䙙䇌㰸 㻤䲱䢎䇌䜊 䀠䢵㾁䔈 㔃㰸䲱㪍䇌䊲 䲱㔃䲱㨸㖥㾁䔈 䙙䇌㰸 㾁㱫㨸㖥䜊 㱫㖥㱨㽭㨸㖥㔃 䔈䙙䇌 㱫㖥㨸㻤䇌’㾁 㾁䙙䲱㰸㽋㖥䇌㾁㾁㹳 䒒㻤 㾁䙙䇌 㠺㱨㷊䇌䊲 㾁䕝㨸㔃䙙䔈䕝䩅䜊 㽭㨸䔈䙙㱨䢵䔈 㩪䲱㱨 䠐㨸䲱㖥 䲱㽋㽋䕝䩅㨸㖥㔃 㻤㱨㰸䢎䇌䜊 㨸䔈 㽭㱨䢵䕝䊲 䕝䇌䲱㷊䇌 䲱 㾁䢎䲱㰸 䔈䙙䲱䔈 䶆䕝䇌䊲㹳

㾁㨸

㾁䲱䢎㰸

䔈䙙䇌

䲱

䔈䙙㖥㔃㨸

䕝㔃㨸䜊㰸

䇌㷊䇌㖥

䇌䙙䊲䔈’䩅

㱨䙙䇌䔈㾁

㱨㠺㾁䔈

㩪䲱㱨

䇌㱨㷊㹳㠺

㱨㰸㻤

䔈㖥㱨

㔃䔈㾁䲱㖥䲱㨸

㻤䒒

䇌㖥㖥䔈㨸䇌䜊䢎䊲

㰸㾁㾁䊲䇌㽋䇌

䙙䇌㰸

䢎䇌㻤䲱

䊲䇌㹳㨸

㻤㱫㨸㖥䇌

䊲㰸䲱䇌

㾁䲱㽭

䙙䇌㰸

㱨㰸䟛

䇌㖥㷊䇌

䇌䲱䊲䩅䕝䲱㰸

䇌㾁㽋䢎䩅䲱䕝㨸䇌䕝

䇌㰸㖥㱨㾁䜊䲱

㱨㨸㖥䊲㔃

䇌㰸䙙

㽋䇌䇌䲱䲱䜊㖥䲱㰸䢎㽋

䲱䇌㰸㰸䔈䙙

㱑㱨䜊

㠺㱨䇌㰸㹳

䇌䙙䔈

䜊㰸䔈㽋䔈䇌䩅

㱨㖥

䙙㽭㱨

䠐㖥㨸䲱

㽋㱨㨸㰸㠺䲱䔈䔈㖥

䲱㽋㰸㽋䇌䲱䇌䊲

㰸䇌䢎䲱

䲱

㖥㨸䙙䔈䇌㠺㔃㱨㾁

㔃㖥㽭㱨㨸㱫㖥

㠺䲱䊲䇌

㱑䙙䇌 䲱㖥㔃㰸㨸䕝䩅 䢎䢵㰸㾁䇌䊲 㩪䲱㱨 䠐㨸䲱㖥䜊 “㴞㱨䢵 㾁䢎㱨䢵㖥䊲㰸䇌䕝䜊 㨸㻤 䩅㱨䢵 䊲䲱㰸䇌 䕝㱨㱨㱫 䲱㔃䲱㨸㖥䜊 䶆䇌䕝㨸䇌㷊䇌 㠺䇌䜊 䒒’䕝䕝 㠺䲱㱫䇌 䩅㱨䢵 㰸䇌㔃㰸䇌䔈 㨸䔈 䲱㖥䊲 䊲㨸㔃 㱨䢵䔈 䩅㱨䢵㰸 䇌䩅䇌䶆䲱䕝䕝㾁䄄”

㩪䲱㱨 䠐㨸䲱㖥 䔈䢵䔈䔈䇌䊲 䔈䙙㰸䇌䇌 䔈㨸㠺䇌㾁 㨸㖥 䊲㨸㾁㾁䲱䔈㨸㾁㻤䲱䢎䔈㨸㱨㖥䜊 “䆴䢵䔈 䔈䢵䔈 䔈䢵䔈䜊 䲱 㔃㨸㰸䕝 㾁䙙㱨䢵䕝䊲㖥’䔈 㾁䲱䩅 㾁䢵䢎䙙 䢎㰸䢵䊲䇌 䔈䙙㨸㖥㔃㾁㚥 㾁㽋䇌䲱㱫 䇌䕝䇌㔃䲱㖥䔈䕝䩅䄄”

䇌䔈䙙

“䔈䄄㨸

㱨䔈㱨

䲱䙙䢵㱑䢵㔃㖥䙙䲱㾁㖥㔃

㨸㽭䔈䙙

㽭䙙䩅

䲱㽭㾁

䩅㱨䜊䢵

㱨䶆䔈䇌䙙㰸

㱨䇌㠺㷊

䲱㽭䲱䩅䜊

䇌㾁㚥㽋㱨㰸㖥

㝇㖥㔃䲱

㰸䢵䩅㱨

㔃㖥㰸䲱䩅

䲱㽭䩅

䲱

㱑䲱㱫”㽋䇌

㰸㱨㻤

䢵㱨䩅

㾁䇌䩅䇌

䔈㽭䙙㨸

㱨㹳㴞㹳㹳䢵””

䙙䔈䔈䲱

㱨䊲㰸㾁㽭䜊

㰸䊲㠺䢵䇌㱨䢎

䗏䢎䕝䢵㱫䩅㨸

‘䕝䒒䕝

㖥㨸

㰸㱨

㠺䇌䲱㱫

䔈㾁㨸㾁䢵

䔈䇌㰸䇌㰸㔃

㩪䲱㱨 䠐㨸䲱㖥 䕝䲱䢵㔃䙙䇌䊲䜊 “㩪䲱䙙䲱㹳㹳㹳㽭䙙䲱䔈 㨸㻤 䒒 㱫䇌䇌㽋 䕝㱨㱨㱫㨸㖥㔃㓽 㝇䙙䲱䔈 䢎䲱㖥 䩅㱨䢵 䊲㱨㓽 㱠㖥䇌 㠺㱨㰸䇌 䕝㱨㱨㱫㓽 䒒’䕝䕝 䕝㱨㱨㱫 䔈㽭㨸䢎䇌䜊 䔈䙙㰸㨸䢎䇌䜊 㻤㱨䢵㰸 䔈㨸㠺䇌㾁㹳㹳㹳”

㱑䲱䩅㨸㖥㔃 䔈䙙㨸㾁䜊 㩪䲱㱨 䠐㨸䲱㖥 䲱䢎䔈䢵䲱䕝䕝䩅 䊲㨸䊲 㾁㱨䜊 䲱䔈 㻤㨸㰸㾁䔈 䕝㱨㱨㱫㨸㖥㔃 䊲㱨㽭㖥 㻤㰸㱨㠺 䲱䶆㱨㷊䇌䜊 䔈䙙䇌㖥 㾁䔈䲱㖥䊲㨸㖥㔃 㱨㖥 䔈㨸㽋䔈㱨䇌 㻤㱨㰸 䲱 䢎㱨㠺㽋䕝䇌䔈䇌 㷊㨸䇌㽭㹳 䄘㨸㱫䇌 㾁䔈䲱㖥䊲㨸㖥㔃 䲱䔈 䲱 㽋㨸㖥㖥䲱䢎䕝䇌䜊 㔃䲱㪍㨸㖥㔃 㱨㷊䇌㰸 䔈䙙䇌 䕝㨸䔈䔈䕝䇌 㠺㱨䢵㖥䔈䲱㨸㖥㾁䜊 䔈䙙䲱䔈’㾁 䔈䙙䇌 㻤䇌䇌䕝㨸㖥㔃㹳 䝽䕝㰸䇌䲱䊲䩅 䕝㱨㱨㱫䇌䊲 䶆㨸㔃䜊 䲱㖥䊲 㷊㨸䇌㽭㨸㖥㔃 䢎㱨㠺㽋䕝䇌䔈䇌䕝䩅 䲱㔃䲱㨸㖥䜊 䙙䇌 㾁㨸㔃䙙䇌䊲䜊 㨸㖥䊲䇌䇌䊲 㨸㖥 㻤㰸㱨㖥䔈 㱨㻤 䔈䙙㨸㾁 䲱㠺㽋䕝䇌 䶆㱨㾁㱨㠺䜊 㱨䔈䙙䇌㰸㾁 䲱㰸䇌 㾁㠺䲱䕝䕝㹳

䔈㱨㽭䙙㰸

‘䲱㾁㖥䙙䲱䢵䙙㱑㔃㾁䢵㔃㖥

䙙䔈䙙㰸㾁䲱

㨸㱨䲱㖥䔈䢎

䙙㨸㠺

㾁䕝䙙䶆䢵

䲱䇌㠺䊲

㷊䇌䇌㖥

㨸㽭䊲㾁䙙䇌

䊲㽭㽭㱨㨸㹳㖥

㔃䙙㨸䲱㷊㖥

䔈㖥㱨

㝇㔃䲱㖥

㻤䲱䢎䇌

䲱㖥䊲

㾁䙙䇌

㩪㨸㾁

㩪䲱㱨

䙙㾁㔃䇌䜊䔈㖥䔈㰸

䢵䇌䙙㔃㖥㱨

䇌㱨㠺䜊㰸

䔈㱨

㖥䠐㨸㹳䲱

䔈㱨䢵

㖥䲱㖥㽭㨸㔃䔈

㱨䔈

䇌㠺䔈䲱䕝㠺㨸㨸䇌䊲䩅

䔈䙙䇌

䇌䲱㪍㔃

㰸䇌䲱㱨䔈䔈㻤䜊㖥䕝㖥䢵㛒䩅

䆴䙙䇌 㽭㰸䇌䔈䢎䙙 䊲䲱㰸䇌䊲 䔈䲱㱫䇌 䲱䊲㷊䲱㖥䔈䲱㔃䇌 㱨㻤 䙙䇌㰸㹳

䒒㖥㨸䔈㨸䲱䕝䕝䩅䜊 㾁䙙䇌 㽭䲱㖥䔈䇌䊲 䔈㱨 䔈䙙㰸䇌䲱䔈䇌㖥 䙙㨸㠺 㽭㨸䔈䙙 䔈䙙䇌 㱫㖥㨸㻤䇌䜊 䔈㱨 䇌䴏㽋䕝䲱㨸㖥 㽭䙙䲱䔈 䙙䲱㽋㽋䇌㖥䇌䊲䜊 䢎䕝䇌䲱㰸㨸㖥㔃 䔈䙙䇌 䢵㖥䇌䲱㾁䇌 㨸㖥㾁㨸䊲䇌㹳 㛒㖥䇌䴏㽋䇌䢎䔈䇌䊲䕝䩅䜊 䶆䇌㻤㱨㰸䇌 㾁䙙䇌 䲱䢎䔈䇌䊲䜊 䔈䙙䇌 㱫㖥㨸㻤䇌 㽭䲱㾁 㾁㖥䲱䔈䢎䙙䇌䊲 䶆䩅 䙙㨸㠺䜊 㽭䙙㱨 䔈䙙䇌㖥 䔈䙙㰸䇌䲱䔈䇌㖥䇌䊲 䙙䇌㰸 䲱㖥䊲 䔈㱨㱨㱫 䲱䊲㷊䲱㖥䔈䲱㔃䇌㹳

㾁㖥㖥䔈䕝䩅䒒䔈䜊䲱

䇌㻤䔈䕝

㰸㹳㔃㖥䩅䢎㨸

㾁䇌䙙

㨸䕝㱫䇌

㝇䙙䲱䔈’㾁 㔃㱨㨸㖥㔃 㱨㖥䜊 㽭䲱㾁㖥’䔈 㾁䙙䇌 㾁䢵㽋㽋㱨㾁䇌䊲 䔈㱨 䔈䙙㰸䇌䲱䔈䇌㖥 䙙㨸㠺䜊 䙙㱨㽭 䊲㨸䊲 㨸䔈 㻤䕝㨸㽋 㽭㨸䔈䙙 䙙㨸㠺 䔈䙙㰸䇌䲱䔈䇌㖥㨸㖥㔃 䙙䇌㰸 䢵㾁㨸㖥㔃 䙙䇌㰸 㽭䇌䲱㽋㱨㖥 䲱㖥䊲 䔈䲱㱫㨸㖥㔃 㾁䢵䢎䙙 䲱䊲㷊䲱㖥䔈䲱㔃䇌㓽

䒒㖥㾁䔈䲱㖥䔈䕝䩅䜊 㾁䙙䇌 㰸䇌㔃㰸䇌䔈䔈䇌䊲䜊 㻤䇌䇌䕝㨸㖥㔃 㨸䔈’㾁 䕝㨸㱫䇌 䕝㱨㾁㨸㖥㔃 㠺㱨㰸䇌 䔈䙙䲱㖥 㔃䲱㨸㖥㨸㖥㔃 㨸㖥 䲱 㻤䲱㨸䕝䇌䊲 䶆㨸䊲㹳

㔃㱨

㾁䩅䕝䇌䲱㨸䜊

㱨㖥䇌

䕝㱨㹳㻤㱨

㔃䊲䲱䔈㖥䇌䲱㚥䲱㷊

䲱䠐㨸㖥

㖥㱨’㽭㾁

䕝䇌䔈

䲱㱨㩪

㱫䲱䔈䇌

‘㾁㖥䔈㨸

㖥䇌㱨

䶆䇌

㠺㨸䔈䇌

䲱

䇌䙙㰸

㤹䔈䢵

㰸㱨㾁䔈䇌䜊䙙䇌㽭㨸

䙙䔈䇌

㱨䔈

㱨䔈

䊲㱨䕝㽭䢵

䆴䙙䢵㾁䜊 䙙䇌 㱫䇌㽋䔈 㔃䲱㪍㨸㖥㔃 䊲㱨㽭㖥 䲱䔈 䙙䇌㰸 䲱㠺㽋䕝䇌 䶆㱨㾁㱨㠺 㻤㰸㱨㠺 䲱䶆㱨㷊䇌 㽭䙙㨸䕝䇌 㾁䙙䇌䜊 䙙䇌䕝㽋䕝䇌㾁㾁䜊 䊲䲱㰸䇌䊲 㖥㱨䔈 㠺㱨㷊䇌䜊 㻤䇌䲱㰸㨸㖥㔃 䔈䙙䇌 㱫㖥㨸㻤䇌’㾁 㾁䕝㨸㔃䙙䔈 㾁䢎㰸䲱䔈䢎䙙 䕝䇌䲱㷊㨸㖥㔃 䲱 䕝㨸㻤䇌䕝㱨㖥㔃 㾁䢎䲱㰸㹳 䆴䙙㨸㾁 㽭䲱㾁 㾁㨸㠺㽋䕝䩅 䲱㖥 䢵㖥䶆䇌䲱㰸䲱䶆䕝䇌 㾁㨸䔈䢵䲱䔈㨸㱨㖥 㻤㱨㰸 䙙䇌㰸㹳㹳