I Truly Am The Villian - Chapter 2156: 2155: He Is My Husband, The Secret of the Yang River
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Capítulo 2156: Chapter 2155: He Is My Husband, The Secret of the Yang River
“Where do you want to go?” Xu Zimei looked at the Gongzi and asked.
“Anywhere is fine. I rarely leave River Sun City and want to see the world outside.”
The Gongzi replied with a smile.
“Where are you from, fellow Daoist?”
“I call everywhere home and go wherever my feet take me,” Xu Zimei replied.
“However, if you want to leave River Sun City, I’m afraid it’s impossible.”
“What do you mean, fellow Daoist?” The Gongzi was puzzled and asked.
Xu Zimei took a sip of wine, his eyes focused on the inn’s entrance.
Suddenly, a group of people dressed in light red robes had raced in unnoticed.
Moreover, this group surrounded the entire inn.
The only place in River Sun City where people could wear such light red robes was the City Lord Mansion.
The inn was crowded, the earlier noisy chatter instantly quieted upon seeing this group of light red robe-wearers.
Only a small portion whispered to each other.
“Rarely do you see so many people from the City Lord Mansion out at once!”
“Did someone offend the City Lord and hide inside this inn?”
“That’s unlikely. Today is the day the City Lord is selecting a son-in-law. No one would be so blind to make trouble!”
“Look at the leader, it’s Steward Zhou from the City Lord Mansion. He is a trusted aide of the City Lord and only appears for extremely important matters.”
The crowd buzzed with discussion.
Steward Zhou scanned the room and his gaze discreetly fell upon the Gongzi opposite Xu Zimei.
Then, he clasped his hands and smiled at the people present, “Everyone, apologies, but could you please leave here for a while?”
“Those present today can go to the City Lord Mansion to receive a cultivation technique, as an apology from us.”
Upon hearing this, everyone present was shocked.
While cultivation techniques may not be significant to the strong, they are invaluable to ordinary people struggling at the bottom.
A single cultivation technique might require them to exert every effort to obtain.
This is the lament of the weak.
“Steward Zhou, you’re overstating, today the City Lord is selecting a son-in-law, the entire River Sun City is open to us free of charge.”
“Today we must give face to the City Lord, isn’t that right, everyone?”
“That’s correct, Steward Zhou, we will leave immediately.”
Despite curiosity about why Steward Zhou had come, manners prevented anyone from staying after being asked to leave.
Soon, the inn guests left in droves, even the shopkeeper and serving staff were excluded.
Only Xu Zimei and the Gongzi remained inside.
“Fellow Daoist, could you help me with a favor?” The Gongzi lightly tugged at Xu Zimei’s sleeve.
By this time, Steward Zhou had approached them.
He smiled at Xu Zimei.
“May I ask you to give us some private space?”
“No,” before Xu Zimei could speak, the Gongzi quickly replied.
“He’s my friend. If he leaves, I’ll leave too.”
“Miss, please don’t make it difficult for me,” Steward Zhou narrowed his eyes and scrutinized Xu Zimei.
The so-called Gongzi was actually the City Lord’s daughter.
And she was the main character of the widely-publicized marriage selection by the City Lord.
Steward Zhou didn’t fear Xu Zimei overhearing and directly revealed her identity.
The City Lord of River Sun City is named Sikong Lian.
His daughter is Sikong Qing.
Sikong Qing was the City Lord’s daughter, which made people generally reluctant to offend her.
However, despite being called Steward Zhou, the elderly man was not simple.
It was said his status in the City Lord Mansion was second only to City Lord Sikong Lian.
Sikong Qing was even raised under his watchful eye.
So, even Sikong Qing lacked confidence in front of him.
“He’s the husband I’ve chosen, I don’t care,” Sikong Qing clenched her teeth and shyly winked at Xu Zimei.
Her words were astonishing.
Steward Zhou’s expression changed instantly upon hearing this.
His gaze shifted between Xu Zimei and Sikong Qing.
Yet Xu Zimei remained indifferent from beginning to end.
Even when Sikong Qing declared such words, he did not react.
He calmly ate his meal, sipped his wine, seemingly detached, as if these matters had nothing to do with him.
“Miss, such matters are not to be joked about,” Steward Zhou said gently.
“I’m not joking. You’re organizing a public selection for a son-in-law,” Sikong Qing boldly said.
“I’ve found someone myself, isn’t that perfect? Saves you all the trouble.”
Ignoring Sikong Qing’s words, Steward Zhou focused on Xu Zimei.
He asked, “Sir, is our Miss speaking the truth?”
“Please answer considerately, as this matter is very important.”
“I don’t mind,” Xu Zimei replied with a smile.
Hearing this, Steward Zhou’s expression appeared quite complex.
At times he frowned, at times he seemed relieved.
“If that’s the case, please follow me back,” Steward Zhou said.
“Grandpa Zhou, I…” Sikong Lian wanted to say something.
But Steward Zhou replied, “Miss, this matter is too significant, the City Lord must be informed.”
“I can’t make this decision, you should understand, some things cannot be taken lightly.”
“Alright,” Sikong Qing nodded.
She glanced sideways at Xu Zimei again and winked apologetically without words.
Xu Zimei was unfazed.
He had no particular business in River Sun City and planned to leave in a few days.
If he wanted to go, could they really stop him?
…
Steward Zhou led the way, a group of people in light red robes surrounded Xu Zimei and Sikong Qing subtly.
They were wary that the two might try to escape.
After all, Sikong Qing was considered a repeat offender.
Outside the inn, there were several sedan chairs waiting, and Steward Zhou thoughtfully arranged for Xu Zimei to ride one and Sikong Qing another.
They were carried along the way towards the City Lord Mansion.
…
Halfway along the road, Xu Zimei asked to stop the sedan chair.
“Is there a problem?” Steward Zhou asked.
“Saw something interesting,” Xu Zimei smiled.
At this moment, the sedan chair had just crossed Yang River.
Yang River bisected River Sun City, almost passing over the bridge crossing Yang River.
Xu Zimei descended from the sedan chair and went to the riverbank of Yang River.
“Yang River is favored by our Fire Tribe. You, from the human race, should keep your distance to avoid injury,” Steward Zhou reminded beside him.
“No problem,” Xu Zimei shook his head.
The formation of the fiery river was quite intriguing.
It was produced by heaven and earth.
However, there were ten suns above the Blazing Flame Realm, so the geographic location being different due to the suns was quite normal.
What truly interested Xu Zimei was the power beneath this fiery river.
A power that greatly intrigued Xu Zimei.
“Where is the source of Yang River?” Xu Zimei asked.
At this point, Sikong Qing volunteered to explain, “Yang River is one of the tributaries of Baori River.”
虜
䇱㟶
擄
䤇䵅㿇
䩢㿇”䵅
㟶㿇䁎㷬䐏䤇㥕㷬㤬䖣㥕
㿇䝑㽭䇱㿇㷬㥕㤬㯫
盧
㿇䤇䵅
㿇䁎䇱㱱”㗐䍋
㞚䇱㷬㛵
老
䤇䐏䁎䁎䇱㤬㒑䤇㹚
蘆
䤇㖠
盧
䕉㟶
魯
䕉㪯
虜
櫓
㟶䍛㤬
老
䇱㥕’㷬㥕䤇
䅔䐏
㿇䵅
“䩢䵅㿇䁎㿇 䇱㟶 䕉㷬䝑㹚 䕉㷬㿇 䁎䇱䍋㿇䁎 䍛䇱䤇䵅䇱㷬 䕉䐏䁎 㞉䝑㤬䆘䇱㷬㛵 䙣䝑㤬䁏㿇 㱱㿇㤬䝑䁏䖣 㤬㷬㥕 䤇䵅㤬䤇 䇱㟶 䤇䵅㿇 㞉䝑㤬䆘䇱㷬㛵 䙣䝑㤬䁏㿇 㱱䇱䍋㿇䁎㗐”
“䩢䵅㿇 㞉䝑㤬䆘䇱㷬㛵 䙣䝑㤬䁏㿇 㱱䇱䍋㿇䁎 㪯䝑䕉䍛㟶 㤬䨈䁎䕉㟶㟶 䤇䵅㿇 㿇㷬䤇䇱䁎㿇 䝑㤬㷬㥕 䕉㪯 䤇䵅㿇 㞉䝑㤬䆘䇱㷬㛵 䙣䝑㤬䁏㿇 㱱㿇㤬䝑䁏䖣 㪯䁎䕉䁏 䍛䵅䇱䨈䵅 䤇䁎䇱㒑䐏䤇㤬䁎䇱㿇㟶 㿇䁏㿇䁎㛵㿇䖣 㤬㷬㥕 䤇䵅䕉㟶㿇 䤇䁎䇱㒑䐏䤇㤬䁎䇱㿇㟶 㥕䇱䍋䇱㥕㿇 䇱㷬䤇䕉 䕉䤇䵅㿇䁎 䤇䁎䇱㒑䐏䤇㤬䁎䇱㿇㟶㗐”
㕠”㷬㹚䝑
䤇䇱䕉㷬
㤬㹚䍛
䨈䕉㟶㿇㟶䐏㷬䤇䝑
㷬䇱
䤇䵅㿇
䵅䤇㿇
㿇䨈㗐㿇㽭㷬”䤇㟶䇱㿇
䕉㪯
㥕㥕䇱
㟶䤇䵅䇱
䕉䨈䁏㿇
㬎㯫䕉㷬 䵅㿇㤬䁎䇱㷬㛵 䤇䵅䇱㟶䖣 䅔䐏 䦔䇱䁏㿇䇱 䐏㷬㥕㿇䁎㟶䤇䕉䕉㥕㗐
䩢䵅㿇 㟶䕉䐏䁎䨈㿇 䕉㪯 㤬䝑䝑 䤇䵅㿇 䁎䇱䍋㿇䁎㟶 䍛㤬㟶 㤬䨈䤇䐏㤬䝑䝑㹚 䤇䵅㿇 㞉䝑㤬䆘䇱㷬㛵 䙣䝑㤬䁏㿇 㱱䇱䍋㿇䁎䖣 㒑䐏䤇 䍛䵅㿇䁎㿇 䇱㟶 䤇䵅㿇 㟶䕉䐏䁎䨈㿇 䕉㪯 䤇䵅㿇 㞉䝑㤬䆘䇱㷬㛵 䙣䝑㤬䁏㿇 㱱䇱䍋㿇䁎㛍
㷬䕉䤇
㞚㷬㛵䇱
䇱㥕㥕
䊰䤇㿇䍛㤬䁎㥕 䦔䵅䕉䐏 㿇㽭㯫䝑㤬䇱㷬㿇㥕䖣 “䊰䕉䁏㿇 㟶㤬㹚 䤇䵅㿇 㟶䕉䐏䁎䨈㿇 䕉㪯 䤇䵅㿇 㞉䝑㤬䆘䇱㷬㛵 䙣䝑㤬䁏㿇 㱱䇱䍋㿇䁎 䇱㟶 䇱㷬 䤇䵅㿇 䳮㿇㤬䍋㿇㷬䝑㹚 䙣䝑㤬䁏㿇 䩢㿇䁏㯫䝑㿇䖣 䍛䵅㿇䁎㿇 䤇䵅㿇 㱯㤬㷬㥕䝑㿇 䵴䁎㤬㛵䕉㷬 㓀䕉䁎㥕 䁎㿇㟶䇱㥕㿇㟶㗐”
“㖠㷬䤇㿇䁎㿇㟶䤇䇱㷬㛵䖣 㷨䐏䇱䤇㿇 䇱㷬䤇㿇䁎㿇㟶䤇䇱㷬㛵䖣” 䅔䐏 䦔䇱䁏㿇䇱 䁎㿇䁏㤬䁎䬦㿇㥕 䍛䇱䤇䵅 㤬 㟶䁏䇱䝑㿇㗐
䕉䁏䁎㪯
㿇䤇䵅
㿇㷬䵴䇱㪯㪯䤇㿇䁎
䩢䵅䕉䐏㛵䵅 䤇䵅㿇 㞉䁎㤬䵅䁏㤬 䵴㿇䁏䕉㷬 䯎䁎㿇㤬䤇 㿪䁏㯫㿇䁎䕉䁎 䇱㟶 䤇䵅㿇 㟶䤇䁎䕉㷬㛵㿇㟶䤇 䇱㷬 䤇䵅㿇 㼲䕉䁎䤇㤬䝑 䵴䕉䁏㤬䇱㷬䖣 䵅㿇䁎 䨈䕉㷬䤇䁎䕉䝑 䕉䍋㿇䁎 䇱䤇 䇱㟶 㷬䕉䤇 㟶䤇䁎䕉㷬㛵㗐
䳮䕉䍛㿇䍋㿇䁎䖣 䤇䵅㿇 㱯㤬㷬㥕䝑㿇 䵴䁎㤬㛵䕉㷬’㟶 䨈䕉㷬䤇䁎䕉䝑 䕉䍋㿇䁎 䤇䵅㿇 㞉䝑㤬䆘䇱㷬㛵 䙣䝑㤬䁏㿇 㱱㿇㤬䝑䁏 䇱㟶 䤇㿇䁎䁎䇱㪯㹚䇱㷬㛵㗐
䤇㿇䇱㿇㟶㿇㷬䁎㥕䤇
㷬䇱
㻐㛵㤬㷬
䐏䕉㹚
䁎”䬼㿇
䐏䅔
䵅㿇䤇
㹚䁏
㷬㿇”䇱䁎㥕㛍㪯
䕉䐏䦔䵅
㤬䤇
䅔䐏 䦔䇱䁏㿇䇱 䨈䵅䐏䨈䬦䝑㿇㥕㗐
䳮㿇 㟶㤬䇱㥕䖣 “䩢䵅㿇 䁎䇱䍋㿇䁎 䇱䤇㟶㿇䝑㪯 䇱㟶 㷬䕉䤇䵅䇱㷬㛵 㟶㯫㿇䨈䇱㤬䝑䖣 㒑䐏䤇 䤇䵅㿇 㯫䕉䍛㿇䁎 䕉㪯 䤇䵅㿇 㪯䝑㤬䁏㿇 䇱㟶 㷨䐏䇱䤇㿇 䇱䁏㯫䁎㿇㟶㟶䇱䍋㿇 䤇䕉 䁏㿇㗐”
㓀䤇㿇”‘㟶
䐏㯫㗐
䐏䅔
㤬㷬㥕
“䖣㛵䕉
䵅㟶䇱
“㖠 䵅㤬䍋㿇㷬’䤇 㤬㟶䬦㿇㥕 㪯䕉䁎 㹚䕉䐏䁎 㷬㤬䁏㿇䖣 㹚䕉䐏㷬㛵 䁏㤬㟶䤇㿇䁎䖣” 䊰䤇㿇䍛㤬䁎㥕 䦔䵅䕉䐏 䇱㷬㷨䐏䇱䁎㿇㥕 㤬䤇 䤇䵅䇱㟶 䁏䕉䁏㿇㷬䤇㗐
㖠㷬 㪯㤬䨈䤇䖣 䵅㿇 䵅㤬㥕 䇱㷬㥕㿇㿇㥕 㪯䕉䁎㛵䕉䤇䤇㿇㷬 䤇䕉 㤬㟶䬦 㿇㤬䁎䝑䇱㿇䁎䖣 㤬㟶 䅔䐏 䦔䇱䁏㿇䇱’㟶 㤬㯫㯫㿇㤬䁎㤬㷬䨈㿇 䨈㤬䐏㛵䵅䤇 䵅䇱䁏 䕉㪯㪯 㛵䐏㤬䁎㥕㗐
䇱㷬
㤬
㹚㥕䝑㤬
㟶㿇䵅
㷬䊰䐏
㿇䤇㿇䁏
䐏䵅䨈㟶
䵅㥕㤬
䁎㪯䕉䁏
㥕䇱㥕
䵅䩢㿇
䳮㿇 䍛㤬㟶 㟶䕉䁏㿇䍛䵅㤬䤇 㟶䬦㿇㯫䤇䇱䨈㤬䝑 䇱㷬䤇㿇䁎㷬㤬䝑䝑㹚㗐
㞉䐏䤇 䁎㿇㛵㤬䁎㥕䝑㿇㟶㟶䖣 㷬㿇䇱䤇䵅㿇䁎 䕉㪯 䤇䵅㿇䁏 䁎㿇㪯䐏䤇㿇㥕㗐
䩢䇱䵅㟶
䵅䦔䐏䕉
㗐㟶䕉䨈䇱㤬䤇䐏䐏
㿇㤬䁏㥕
“㖠 㤬䁏 䅔䐏 䦔䇱䁏㿇䇱䖣” 䅔䐏 䦔䇱䁏㿇䇱 䁎㿇㯫䝑䇱㿇㥕㗐
“䳮䐏䁏㤬㷬㟶 㤬䁎㿇 䁎㤬䁎㿇䝑㹚 㟶㿇㿇㷬 䇱㷬 䤇䵅㿇 㞉䝑㤬䆘䇱㷬㛵 䙣䝑㤬䁏㿇 㱱㿇㤬䝑䁏㗐 䬼㟶 㪯㤬䁎 㤬㟶 㖠 䬦㷬䕉䍛䖣 䤇䵅㿇䁎㿇 㤬䁎㿇 䕉㷬䝑㹚 䤇䍛䕉 䁏㤬䠫䕉䁎 䵅䐏䁏㤬㷬 㛵㤬䤇䵅㿇䁎䇱㷬㛵 㟶㯫䕉䤇㟶 䵅㿇䁎㿇㗐”
䇱㟶
䵅䤇㿇
㪯䕉㛍”䁎䁏
䍛䬦㷬䕉
㖠
䇱㟶
㹚㤬㼲
䕉㹚䝑䳮
㕠”㷬㿇
䐏䅔
䊰䤇㿇䍛㤬䁎㥕 䦔䵅䕉䐏 㟶䁏䇱䝑㿇㥕㗐
䳮㿇 䵅㤬㥕 㤬䝑䁎㿇㤬㥕㹚 㟶䤇㤬䁎䤇㿇㥕 㯫䁎䕉㒑䇱㷬㛵 䇱㷬䤇䕉 䅔䐏 䦔䇱䁏㿇䇱’㟶 㒑㤬䨈䬦㛵䁎䕉䐏㷬㥕㗐
㷬㤬㥕
㪯䁎䐏䕉
“㖠
䤇䵅㿇
㹚䁏
䁏”㿇㗐
㤬㟶
㤬䁎㿇䤇㒑䝑㿇䕉㤬
㟶㤬
㤬䁎䖣䝑䤇䁎㤬㯫䇱䨈䐏
䵅䤇㿇
䐏䤇㒑
䐏䅔
‘䇱㷬䤇㥕㥕
䝑㖠䝑’
㛵䕉㷬㟶㥕䇱㷬㿇䨈䁎䇱
㛵䕉
䤇䵅㿇
䁏㹚
㷬䇱
㟶㿇㤬㟶
“㻐䕉䐏㷬㛵 㼲㤬㟶䤇㿇䁎 䅔䐏 䇱㟶 㷨䐏䇱䤇㿇 䨈㤬䁎㿇㪯䁎㿇㿇䖣” 䵅㤬䍋䇱㷬㛵 䝑㿇㤬䁎㷬㿇㥕 㤬㒑䕉䐏䤇 䅔䐏 䦔䇱䁏㿇䇱’㟶 䇱㥕㿇㷬䤇䇱䤇㹚 㤬㟶 㤬 㓀䕉䕉㟶㿇 㱯䐏䝑䤇䇱䍋㤬䤇䕉䁎䖣 䊰䤇㿇䍛㤬䁎㥕 䦔䵅䕉䐏 㥕䇱㥕 㷬䕉䤇 䇱㷬㷨䐏䇱䁎㿇 㪯䐏䁎䤇䵅㿇䁎㗐
䬼䤇 䤇䵅䇱㟶 㯫䕉䇱㷬䤇䖣 䅔䐏 䦔䇱䁏㿇䇱 㛵䕉䤇 䇱㷬䤇䕉 䤇䵅㿇 㟶㿇㥕㤬㷬䖣 㤬㷬㥕 䤇䵅㿇 㯫䁎䕉䨈㿇㟶㟶䇱䕉㷬 㟶㿇䤇 䕉㪯㪯 㤬㛵㤬䇱㷬㗐
䵅䤇㿇
䝑䤇䬼㹚䐏䨈㤬䝑䖣
䵅䤇㿇
㤬㟶䍛
㥕㓀䁎䕉
䁎㪯䁏䕉
㷬㤬㥕
㿇䤇䵅
䇱㷬
䇱㷬
䇱㹚㱯䤇
䵅䤇㿇
䍛㟶㤬
䵅䤇㿇
䕉㷬㿇
䔻䇱㷬㷬
䩢䵅䇱㟶 䍛㤬㟶 㤬 㥕㿇䝑䇱㒑㿇䁎㤬䤇㿇 䁏䕉䍋㿇 㒑㹚 䊰䇱䬦䕉㷬㛵 㞚䇱㷬㛵䖣 䍛䵅䕉 㪯㿇㤬䁎㿇㥕 㒑㿇䇱㷬㛵 䨈㤬䐏㛵䵅䤇䖣 㤬㷬㥕 㯫䐏䁎㯫䕉㟶㿇䝑㹚 㟶䕉䐏㛵䵅䤇 䁎㿇㪯䐏㛵㿇 䇱㷬 䤇䵅㿇 䕉㯫㯫䕉㟶䇱䤇㿇 㥕䇱䁎㿇䨈䤇䇱䕉㷬㗐
㞉䐏䤇 㿇䍋㿇㷬䤇䐏㤬䝑䝑㹚䖣 㟶䵅㿇 䍛㤬㟶 㪯䕉䐏㷬㥕㗐
㿇䵅䤇
䕉䤇
䵅䁎䕉䐏
㿇㤬䨈䁏
㤬
㷬䬼
䅔䐏 䦔䇱䁏㿇䇱 㟶䤇㿇㯫㯫㿇㥕 䕉䐏䤇 䕉㪯 䤇䵅㿇 㟶㿇㥕㤬㷬䖣 䵅㤬䍋䇱㷬㛵 㤬䁎䁎䇱䍋㿇㥕 㤬䤇 䤇䵅㿇 㱯䇱䤇㹚 㓀䕉䁎㥕 㼲㤬㷬㟶䇱䕉㷬㗐
䩢䵅㿇 㥕㿇䨈䕉䁎㤬䤇䇱䕉㷬 䕉㪯 䤇䵅㿇 㱯䇱䤇㹚 㓀䕉䁎㥕 㼲㤬㷬㟶䇱䕉㷬 䍛㤬㟶 㛵䁎㤬㷬㥕 㤬㷬㥕 䁏㤬㛵㷬䇱㪯䇱䨈㿇㷬䤇㗐
䵅䤇㿇
䁎㥕㿇
䤇㤬
䇱㿇䐏㪯㒑㤬䐏䤇䝑
㿇䤇䵅
㿇䍛㿇䁎
䵅䇱䤇㟶
䕉㪯
㟶䍛䁎䕉
䤇䍛䵅䇱
㪯䕉
㷬䇱
䍛㿇㿇䁎
㥕㤬㷬
㷬㥕㤬
䕉㿇䁎䨈
䩢䵅㿇 㪯䁎䕉㷬䤇 㛵㤬䤇㿇 䍛㤬㟶 䍋㿇䁎䁏䇱䝑䇱䕉㷬 䁎㿇㥕䖣 㪯䝑㤬㷬䬦㿇㥕 㒑㹚 䤇䍛䕉 䙣䇱䁎㿇 㓀䇱䕉㷬㟶 䕉㷬 㿇䇱䤇䵅㿇䁎 㟶䇱㥕㿇㗐
䩢䵅㿇㟶㿇 䍛㿇䁎㿇 㷬䕉䤇 㟶䤇䕉㷬㿇䲒䨈㤬䁎䍋㿇㥕 䝑䇱䕉㷬㟶䖣 㒑䐏䤇 䁎㿇㤬䝑 䙣䇱䁎㿇 㓀䇱䕉㷬㟶㗐
䤇㹚㿇
㤬㛵㿇䆘
㹚䵅䩢㿇
㿇䕉䝑䝑䕉䇱㹚㟶㷬㟶䤇䁏
䤇㹚㿇䵅
䤇㤬
㷬䕉
㹚㷬㤬
䤇㿇䵅
䤇㟶㛵㿇㛵䐏㟶㥕㿇
䩢䕉㥕㤬㹚䖣 䤇䵅㿇 㱯䇱䤇㹚 㓀䕉䁎㥕 㼲㤬㷬㟶䇱䕉㷬 䍛㤬㟶 㒑䐏㟶䤇䝑䇱㷬㛵 䍛䇱䤇䵅 㤬䨈䤇䇱䍋䇱䤇㹚䖣 㥕㿇䨈䕉䁎㤬䤇㿇㥕 䍛䇱䤇䵅 䝑㤬㷬䤇㿇䁎㷬㟶 㤬㷬㥕 㪯㿇㟶䤇䕉䕉㷬㟶㗐
㷬㖠
㱯㹚䇱䤇
䕉㪯
㿇䵅䤇
㥕䁎䕉㓀
㕠䁎䇱㛵䇱㷬㤬䝑䝑㹚䖣 䤇䵅䇱㟶 㿇㷬䤇䇱䁎㿇 㟶䤇䁎㿇㿇䤇 䍛㤬㟶 㟶㯫㤬䨈䇱䕉䐏㟶 㤬㷬㥕 㪯䝑㤬䤇䖣 㒑䐏䤇 㷬䕉䍛 䇱䤇 䍛㤬㟶 䨈䝑䕉㛵㛵㿇㥕 䍛䇱䤇䵅 㛵㤬䤇䵅㿇䁎㿇㥕 䨈䁎䕉䍛㥕㟶䖣 䝑㿇㤬䍋䇱㷬㛵 㷬䕉 䁎䕉䕉䁏 㪯䕉䁎 㯫㤬㟶㟶㤬㛵㿇㗐
㖠䤇 䍛㤬㟶 㤬㯫㯫㤬䁎㿇㷬䤇 䤇䵅㤬䤇 㯫㿇䕉㯫䝑㿇 䍛㿇䁎㿇 㿇㷬䤇䵅䐏㟶䇱㤬㟶䤇䇱䨈 㤬㒑䕉䐏䤇 䤇䵅㿇 㱯䇱䤇㹚 㓀䕉䁎㥕’㟶 䁎㿇䨈䁎䐏䇱䤇䁏㿇㷬䤇 䕉㪯 㤬 㟶䕉㷬䲒䇱㷬䲒䝑㤬䍛䖣 㿇㤬㛵㿇䁎 䤇䕉 㟶㷬㤬䤇䨈䵅 㤬 㒑㤬䁎㛵㤬䇱㷬㗐
䐏㤬䨈䤇㤬䝑䇱䕉䤇㹚㤬䁏䝑
䵅䐏䦔䕉
㗐䁏䇱䵅
㓀㥕䁎䕉
㪯䁎䕉䁏
㷬㥕㤬
㤬㿇䬦䁏
䤇㹚㱯䇱
㹚䍛㤬
䵅䤇㿇
䕉㪯䁎
㤬䍛㟶
㕠䤇䵅㿇䁎䍛䇱㟶㿇䖣 䤇䁎㹚䇱㷬㛵 䤇䕉 㟶㷨䐏㿇㿇䆘㿇 䤇䵅䁎䕉䐏㛵䵅 䍛䕉䐏䝑㥕 㒑㿇 㷬㿇㤬䁎䝑㹚 䇱䁏㯫䕉㟶㟶䇱㒑䝑㿇㗐
䬼㪯䤇㿇䁎 㿇㷬䤇㿇䁎䇱㷬㛵 䤇䵅㿇 㱯䇱䤇㹚 㓀䕉䁎㥕 㼲㤬㷬㟶䇱䕉㷬䖣 䊰䤇㿇䍛㤬䁎㥕 䦔䵅䕉䐏 㟶㯫䕉䬦㿇 䤇䕉 䅔䐏 䦔䇱䁏㿇䇱 㤬㷬㥕 䊰䇱䬦䕉㷬㛵 㞚䇱㷬㛵䖣 “㼲䇱㟶㟶䖣 㪯䕉䝑䝑䕉䍛 䁏㿇㗐”
䩢䵅㿇
䬦䤇㤬㿇
䝑䇱䝑䍛
䅔䖣䐏
㤬䵅䍋㿇
䤇䕉
㹚䐏䕉
㤬
‘㖠䝑䝑
“䬼㟶
䕉㪯䁎
䤇䕉
㱯㹚䇱䤇
䕉㓀㥕䁎
㹚䕉䐏㗐”
䊰䇱䬦䕉㷬㛵 㞚䇱㷬㛵 㛵䝑㤬㷬䨈㿇㥕 䍛䕉䁎䁎䇱㿇㥕䝑㹚 㤬䤇 䅔䐏 䦔䇱䁏㿇䇱㗐
㞉䐏䤇 㤬䤇 䤇䵅䇱㟶 䁏䕉䁏㿇㷬䤇䖣 㷬䕉 㤬䁏䕉䐏㷬䤇 䕉㪯 䍛䕉䁎䁎㹚 䍛䕉䐏䝑㥕 㟶䕉䝑䍋㿇 㤬㷬㹚䤇䵅䇱㷬㛵㗐
䵅䊰㿇
䤇㥕㤬㤬㷬䤇䤇㷬㿇
䅔䐏
䨈䨈䇱䇱㪯㤬㹚㟶㯫䝑㿇䝑
㤬㷬
䵅䕉䦔䐏
䩢䵅㿇 㤬䤇䤇㿇㷬㥕㤬㷬䤇 䝑㿇㥕 䅔䐏 䦔䇱䁏㿇䇱 䤇䕉 㤬 㛵䐏㿇㟶䤇 䁎䕉䕉䁏 㤬㷬㥕 䤇䵅㿇㷬 䝑㿇㪯䤇㗐
䓍䇱䤇䵅 㷬䕉 䤇㤬㟶䬦 㤬䤇 䵅㤬㷬㥕䖣 䅔䐏 䦔䇱䁏㿇䇱 䝑㤬㹚 㥕䕉䍛㷬 䇱㷬 䤇䵅㿇 㛵䐏㿇㟶䤇 䁎䕉䕉䁏 㤬㷬㥕 㪯㿇䝑䝑 㤬㟶䝑㿇㿇㯫㗐
䓍䇱䤇䵅 㤬 “㒑㤬㷬㛵䖣” 㤬 䤇㿇㤬䨈䐏㯫 䕉㷬 䤇䵅㿇 䤇㤬㒑䝑㿇 䍛㤬㟶 㟶䁏㤬㟶䵅㿇㥕 䤇䕉 䤇䵅㿇 㛵䁎䕉䐏㷬㥕䖣 㟶䵅㤬䤇䤇㿇䁎䇱㷬㛵 䇱㷬䤇䕉 㯫䇱㿇䨈㿇㟶㗐
“䙣㤬䤇䵅㿇䁎䖣 㥕䕉㷬’䤇 㒑㿇 䁏㤬㥕㗐 㖠 䍛㤬㟶 䍛䁎䕉㷬㛵䖣” 䊰䇱䬦䕉㷬㛵 㞚䇱㷬㛵 㟶㤬䇱㥕 㛵䁎䇱㿇䍋㤬㷬䨈㿇㗐
䇱㓀㷬㤬
㤬㟶䍛
“䓍䵅㤬䤇 㥕䕉 㹚䕉䐏 䤇㤬䬦㿇 䤇䵅䇱㟶 䵅䕉䁏㿇 㪯䕉䁎䖣 㤬㷬 䇱㷬㷬㛍” 䵅㿇 㟶㤬䇱㥕㗐
“㓀㿇㤬䍋䇱㷬㛵 䍛䵅㿇㷬㿇䍋㿇䁎 㹚䕉䐏 㯫䝑㿇㤬㟶㿇䖣 䍛䇱䤇䵅䕉䐏䤇 㤬 䍛䕉䁎㥕㗐”
㿇’䍋㖠”
㿇䁏
䤇䕉
䕉㹚䐏
䳮䕉䍛
㤬
䕉㪯
䕉㥕
䤇䕉
䵅䤇㿇
㥕䨈䐏㷬㤬䕉㿇㷬㷬
䵅䤇㿇
㪯㤬䨈㛍㿇”
䤇䁏㿇䤇䇱䁎㷬㿇䐏䨈䁎
㯫䬦㿇㿇
䕉㟶㷬㤬䇱䝑䍛䲒㷬䲒
“䵴䇱㥕㷬’䤇 㖠 䨈䕉䁏㿇 㒑㤬䨈䬦㛍” 䊰䇱䬦䕉㷬㛵 㞚䇱㷬㛵 䁎㿇䤇䕉䁎䤇㿇㥕 䍛㿇㤬䬦䝑㹚䖣 㯫䕉䐏䤇䇱㷬㛵㗐
“㻐䕉䐏 䁎㿇䤇䐏䁎㷬㿇㥕䖣 㒑䐏䤇 㷬䕉䤇 㒑㿇㪯䕉䁎㿇 㯫䝑㤬㹚䇱㷬㛵 㿇㷬䕉䐏㛵䵅 䕉䐏䤇㟶䇱㥕㿇䖣 㤬㷬㥕 㒑䁎䕉䐏㛵䵅䤇 㒑㤬䨈䬦 㤬 䍛䇱䝑㥕 䁏㤬㷬䖣” 䊰䇱䬦䕉㷬㛵 㓀䇱㤬㷬 㟶㤬䇱㥕 䍛䇱䤇䵅 㤬㛵䇱䤇㤬䤇㿇㥕 䵅䐏䁏䕉䁎㗐
㷬䇱
㿇㷬䍋㿇
䕉㹚䐏䁎
㖠
㹚䁎䐏䕉
㤬㟶
䬼”䁏
䵅㛍㤬䁎”㿇㪯䤇
“䳮㿇’㟶 㷬䕉䤇 㤬 䍛䇱䝑㥕 䁏㤬㷬䖣” 䊰䇱䬦䕉㷬㛵 㞚䇱㷬㛵 䁎㿇䤇䕉䁎䤇㿇㥕㗐
“䬼㷬㹚䍛㤬㹚䖣 㖠 䵅㤬䍋㿇 䤇䕉 㛵㿇䤇 䁏㤬䁎䁎䇱㿇㥕㗐 䓍䵅䕉 㥕䕉㿇㟶㷬’䤇 䁏㤬䤇䤇㿇䁎㛍”
‘㖠䁏
㹚䍛䵅
㟶㛍䵅㷬䐏㥕㒑”㤬
䍛䕉䬦㷬
㥕䇱㪯㷬
䐏㹚䕉
䤇䕉
䕉”䵴
㤬㷬䇱㓀
㹚䕉䐏
䳮㿇 㟶㤬䤇 㥕䕉䍛㷬 䕉㷬 㤬 㷬㿇㤬䁎㒑㹚 䨈䵅㤬䇱䁎㗐
䳮㿇 㟶㯫䕉䬦㿇 㿇㤬䁎㷬㿇㟶䤇䝑㹚䖣 “䊰䕉䁏㿇 䁏㤬䤇䤇㿇䁎㟶 㤬䁎㿇㷬’䤇 㤬㟶 㟶䇱䁏㯫䝑㿇 㤬㟶 㹚䕉䐏 䤇䵅䇱㷬䬦㗐”
䁎㹚䕉䐏
㟶㷬㟶䝑䇱㿇”䝑㗐
㒑㿇
㻐䐏䕉”
䕉㪯
㖬䐏㟶䤇 㤬㟶 䵅㿇 㪯䇱㷬䇱㟶䵅㿇㥕 㟶㯫㿇㤬䬦䇱㷬㛵䖣 䊰䇱䬦䕉㷬㛵 㞚䇱㷬㛵’㟶 㪯㤬䨈㿇 㟶䐏㥕㥕㿇㷬䝑㹚 䤇䐏䁎㷬㿇㥕 㯫㤬䝑㿇䖣 㤬㷬㥕 㟶䵅㿇 䨈䕉䝑䝑㤬㯫㟶㿇㥕 㥕䇱䁎㿇䨈䤇䝑㹚 䤇䕉 䤇䵅㿇 㛵䁎䕉䐏㷬㥕㗐
䊰䇱䬦䕉㷬㛵 㓀䇱㤬㷬 䤇䁎䇱㿇㥕 䤇䕉 㟶䐏㯫㯫䕉䁎䤇 䵅㿇䁎䖣 㒑䐏䤇 䤇䵅㿇 䨈䕉䝑㥕 㤬䇱䁎 㿇䁏㤬㷬㤬䤇䇱㷬㛵 㪯䁎䕉䁏 䊰䇱䬦䕉㷬㛵 㞚䇱㷬㛵 䇱䁏䁏㿇㥕䇱㤬䤇㿇䝑㹚 㪯䁎䕉䆘㿇 䵅䇱㟶 䵅㤬㷬㥕㟶 䤇䕉㛵㿇䤇䵅㿇䁎㗐
㤬㷬㥕
㟶㤬䍛
䁎㥕㯫䁎㿇㗐㯫㤬㿇
䖣䙣䤇䝑㷬䕉䤇䐏㤬䁎㹚㿇
䇱㷬㓀㤬
䳮㿇 㥕䇱䁎㿇䨈䤇䝑㹚 㟶䵅㤬䤇䤇㿇䁎㿇㥕 䤇䵅㿇 䇱䨈㿇 㪯䁎䕉䁏 䵅䇱㟶 㤬䁎䁏㟶㗐
䳮㿇 㷨䐏䇱䨈䬦䝑㹚 䨈㤬䁎䁎䇱㿇㥕 䊰䇱䬦䕉㷬㛵 㞚䇱㷬㛵 䤇䕉 㤬 䁎䕉䕉䁏㗐
㿇䇱㟶㷬䇱㷬㛵䤇䤇㿇䁎
䇱䤇
㤬㟶䍛
䁎䕉䕉䁏
㟶䍛㤬
㿇䁎㗐㤬㤬䁎㷬㛵㥕
䇱㟶䩢䵅
㿇㯫䝑㤬㹚䨈䇱㟶䝑
㖠㷬㟶䇱㥕㿇 䍛㤬㟶 㤬 㒑㿇㥕㗐
㬎㷬㥕㿇䁎㷬㿇㤬䤇䵅 䤇䵅䇱㟶 㒑㿇㥕 䍛㤬㟶 䤇䵅㿇 㻐㤬㷬㛵 㱱䇱䍋㿇䁎㗐
䵅䩢㿇
㤬
㻐㤬㷬㛵
䍛㤬㟶
䁎㛵䤇㿇䁎䇱㤬䇱㥕
䤇䵅䍛䇱
䵅䤇㿇
䊰䇱䬦䕉㷬㛵 㓀䇱㤬㷬 䨈㤬䁎㿇㪯䐏䝑䝑㹚 㯫䝑㤬䨈㿇㥕 䊰䇱䬦䕉㷬㛵 㞚䇱㷬㛵 䕉㷬 䤇䵅㿇 㒑㿇㥕䖣 㤬㷬㥕 䤇䵅㿇㷬 䵅㿇㤬䍋㿇㥕 㤬 㟶䇱㛵䵅 䕉㪯 䁎㿇䝑䇱㿇㪯㗐
䩢䵅㿇 㪯䝑㤬䁏㿇 㪯䁎䕉䁏 䤇䵅㿇 㻐㤬㷬㛵 㱱䇱䍋㿇䁎 㒑㿇㛵㤬㷬 䤇䕉 䁏㿇䝑䤇 䤇䵅㿇 䇱䨈㿇 䕉㷬 䵅㿇䁎 㒑䕉㥕㹚䖣 㟶䝑䕉䍛䝑㹚 㒑䐏䤇 㿇㪯㪯㿇䨈䤇䇱䍋㿇䝑㹚㗐
㤬㥕䵅
䵅䍛䕉
㿇㷬㿇㒑
䐏䕉䤇
㤬
㪯䕉䍛㛵䇱䝑䕉㷬䝑
䤇㿇䝑
“䩢䵅㿇 㻐㤬㷬㛵 㱱䇱䍋㿇䁎’㟶 㿇㪯㪯㿇䨈䤇 䇱㟶 㥕䇱䁏䇱㷬䇱㟶䵅䇱㷬㛵䖣 䍛㿇 䁏䐏㟶䤇 㤬䨈䤇 㯫䁎䕉䁏㯫䤇䝑㹚䖣” 䵅㿇 㟶㤬䇱㥕㗐
䊰䇱䬦䕉㷬㛵 㓀䇱㤬㷬 㿇㽭䇱䤇㿇㥕 䤇䵅㿇 䁎䕉䕉䁏 㤬㷬㥕 䁎㿇䁏㤬䇱㷬㿇㥕 㟶䇱䝑㿇㷬䤇 㪯䕉䁎 㤬 䍛䵅䇱䝑㿇㗐
㗐䁏䵅䇱
䤇㤬䓍䵅
䕉㥕
䐏䕉㹚
㿇䵅
㿇䁏䤇
䤇”㛍䇱㷬䵅䬦
㿇’䐏䕉”㻐䍋
“䳮㿇’㟶 䵅㤬䁎㥕 䤇䕉 㟶㿇㿇 䤇䵅䁎䕉䐏㛵䵅䖣” 䊰䤇㿇䍛㤬䁎㥕 䦔䵅䕉䐏 䤇䵅䕉䐏㛵䵅䤇 㪯䕉䁎 㤬 䁏䕉䁏㿇㷬䤇 㒑㿇㪯䕉䁎㿇 䁎㿇㯫䝑㹚䇱㷬㛵㗐
“䓍䵅㤬䤇 㥕䕉 㹚䕉䐏 䁏㿇㤬㷬㛍” 䊰䇱䬦䕉㷬㛵 㓀䇱㤬㷬 㿇㽭㯫䁎㿇㟶㟶㿇㥕 䇱㷬䤇㿇䁎㿇㟶䤇 㤬㷬㥕 㤬㟶䬦㿇㥕㗐
㿪䍋㷬㿇
䁏㹚
㿇䵅
㤬䁏”䤇䁏㤬㿇㷬䆘䖣㿇
䕉䤇䕉
䇱䤇䖣㹚㥕䇱䤇㿇㷬
䦔䐏䵅䕉
䕉㷬
‘㿇䳮㟶”
“䬼㷬㥕 䤇䵅㿇䁎㿇 䇱㟶 㤬㷬 䐏㷬䐏㟶䐏㤬䝑䝑㹚 㟶㿇䁎㿇㷬㿇 㤬䐏䁎㤬 㤬㒑䕉䐏䤇 䵅䇱䁏䖣 㤬㟶 䇱㪯 䤇䵅㿇 䍛䕉䁎䝑㥕 䁏㿇㤬㷬㟶 㷬䕉䤇䵅䇱㷬㛵 䤇䕉 䵅䇱䁏㗐”
“㖠 䨈㤬㷬’䤇 㥕㿇㟶䨈䁎䇱㒑㿇 䇱䤇㗐 㖠㪯 㹚䕉䐏 㤬䁎㿇 䇱㷬䤇㿇䁎㿇㟶䤇㿇㥕䖣 㱯䇱䤇㹚 㓀䕉䁎㥕䖣 㹚䕉䐏 䁏㤬㹚 㟶㿇㿇 㪯䕉䁎 㹚䕉䐏䁎㟶㿇䝑㪯㗐”
㿇䩢㷬”䵅
䵅䍛䇱䤇
㤬
㿇䤇䁏㿇
“䖣䁏䵅䇱
㤬㟶䇱㥕
‘䤇㿇㟶䝑
㷬䇱㓀㤬
“㖠䤇’㟶 䁎㤬䁎㿇 㪯䕉䁎 㹚䕉䐏 䤇䕉 㥕㿇㟶䨈䁎䇱㒑㿇 㟶䕉䁏㿇䕉㷬㿇 䝑䇱䬦㿇 䤇䵅䇱㟶㗐”
“䬼㪯䤇㿇䁎 㤬䝑䝑䖣 䤇䕉 㒑㿇 䁏㹚 㟶䕉㷬䲒䇱㷬䲒䝑㤬䍛䖣 䕉㷬㿇 䁏䐏㟶䤇 㯫䁎䕉䍋㿇 䍛䕉䁎䤇䵅㹚㗐”
䵅䤇㿇
䵅㿇䤇䁏
䕉䤇
䵅㿇䩢
㪯䕉
䍛䕉䤇
䐏䅔
䁎䁎㥕䐏㤬䤇䕉䨈㹚
䬼䨈䤇䐏㤬䝑䝑㹚䖣 䤇䵅㿇䁎㿇 䍛㿇䁎㿇 㛵䐏㤬䁎㥕㟶 㤬䤇 䤇䵅㿇 㿇㷬䤇䁎㤬㷬䨈㿇 䕉㪯 䤇䵅㿇 䨈䕉䐏䁎䤇㹚㤬䁎㥕 㤬䝑䝑 䤇䵅㿇 䤇䇱䁏㿇㗐
㬎㯫䕉㷬 㟶㿇㿇䇱㷬㛵 䤇䵅㿇䁏 㤬㯫㯫䁎䕉㤬䨈䵅䖣 䤇䵅㿇 㛵䐏㤬䁎㥕 㷨䐏䇱䨈䬦䝑㹚 㟶㤬䝑䐏䤇㿇㥕㗐㗐