Chapter 1206: 1207: End of the Li Huo Arc (15)

Capítulo 1206: Chapter 1207: End of the Li Huo Arc (15)

Yes, after all her previous behaviors, under the weight of guilt, the old lady couldn’t bring herself to speak to Huo Yishan calmly.

But as she was about to turn away, she caught sight of the great-grandson in Xia Ximeng’s arms, and her movement halted.

She really wanted to see her great-grandson, although she’d seen photos of him when he was in confinement, sent to her by her son.

Now it’s been a month since his full month celebration; she wondered how that little guy had changed.

Standing at the dining room entrance, the old lady gazed longingly at the great-grandson in Xia Ximeng’s arms.

Huo Yishan, puzzled, followed her gaze and realized she was looking at little Qi.

From her look, did she want to hold little Qi? But if she wanted to hug him, why not just come over directly, instead of watching from afar?

The old lady was lost in her gaze; as her eyes shifted, she realized Huo Yishan was staring at her. Feeling uneasy, she quickly averted her gaze and turned to enter the dining room to sit down first.

“Grandmother.”

At this moment, Li Yuan spoke up.

Hearing her son’s voice, Xia Ximeng, who was playing with her grandson, looked up and saw the old lady standing nearby.

Facing her grandson’s clear eyes, the old lady paused, glanced at Huo Yishan beside him, still not knowing what to say.

And all of this seemed to be seen through by Li Yuan.

Just then, Li Xiangyang also walked out of the kitchen and helped her toward the sofa.

Being forcibly led toward the sofa by her son, the old lady still found it difficult to face Huo Yishan.

“Mom, have a seat.”

With Li Xiangyang’s help, the old lady was seated in a single armchair.

Looking up, she found herself face to face with Huo Yishan.

Her expression froze momentarily, and she quickly lowered her eyes.

The two of them had their own thoughts; one didn’t know how to face the situation, the other thought she still hadn’t accepted her.

“Grandmother, do you want to see little Qi?” Li Yuan spoke directly, seeing through the old lady’s thoughts.

Perhaps through the child, she would be more at ease.

The old lady looked up at her grandson, then at her great-grandson, and stayed silent, but her eyes couldn’t hide anything.

Seeing this, Xia Ximeng immediately understood, stood up with her grandson, and walked toward the old lady.

Smiling, she said, “Mom, why don’t you hold him?”

The weather was hot, and little Qi was only wearing a bellyband and a thin romper; his black eyes were very adorable.

Seeing him, the old lady felt a rush of joy in her heart, a smile spreading across her face.

“I, I want to hold him!” Seeing her great-grandson brought right up to her, the old lady immediately ignored the hint of unease in her heart, placed her cane aside, and took little Qi in her arms.

“What a lovely little angel…” She looked up, naturally and familiarly at Xia Ximeng, “Ximeng, doesn’t he look just like Yuan when he was little?”

Xia Ximeng smiled, “I said the same thing when I just came in.”

The more the old lady looked, the more she liked him.

Then, as if realizing she had come this far, not knowing how to proceed, she understood it would have to be her to take the step.

Holding the little treasure in her arms, the old lady moved her gaze from the beautiful little face to look at Huo Yishan sitting there.

When their eyes locked, Huo Yishan was also slightly taken aback.

Because in her memory, except for the first time she pretended to be Li Yuan’s girlfriend, his grandmother had never looked at her directly, so this would count as the second time.

The old lady opened her mouth; in the past, she would call her ‘Miss Huo’, but now it was time to change that. She remembered that Ximeng always called her ‘Shanshan’.

“㛙䠫䅠”㭬㛙䟈䱡䟈䱡

老

蘆爐虜擄爐盧䍖㛙㻥擄 盧䅠㿙㜤㜤㻥䱡 䟈㜤㜤䕽㻥䅠䅠 蘆䫨䆟䆟㰉 䵜㿙䆟 䯭㩇䅠㛙䟈䱡 䥎㭸 䅠㿙䕽㸅䕽㩇䅠㻥䂅 䮯䟈㿙䅠㩇䱡䖅 㛙㻥䕽 䫨䆟 㸅䟈㿙䅠㻥 䟵䆟䕽 䟈 䁓䆟䁓㻥䱡䫨䠫

䍖㛙㻥 䆟䁬㜤 䁬䟈㜤㭸 䁬䆟䖗㻥䕽㻥㜤 㛙㻥䕽 㻥㭸㻥䁬㩇㜤䅠 䅠䁬㩇䖅㛙䫨䁬㭸䂅 “㓴䕽䟈䱡㜤䁓䟈 䟵㻥㻥䁬䅠 㹶㻥䕽㭸 䅠䆟䕽䕽㭸 䟵䆟䕽 䖗㛙䟈䫨 㘰’㹶㻥 㜤䆟䱡㻥 䫨䆟 㭸䆟㿙 䥎㻥䟵䆟䕽㻥䠫 䍖㛙䆟㿙䖅㛙 㘰’䁓 㭸䆟㿙䕽 㻥䁬㜤㻥䕽䂅 㘰 䁓㿙䅠䫨 䟵䆟䕽䁓䟈䁬䁬㭸 䟈㸅䆟䁬䆟䖅㩇㔧㻥 䫨䆟 㭸䆟㿙 䟵䆟䕽 䁓㭸 㸅䕽㻥㹶㩇䆟㿙䅠 䟈䮯䫨㩇䆟䱡䅠䠫”

㛙䱡䖅㻥䟈䮯

䫨䟈㻥㰉䱡

㻥䁓䟈㛙䖗䆟䅠䫨

䱡㩇

㻥㰢㻥䖅䧭䫣㜤㪹㻥䕽

㻥䫨㿙䟈䫨㩇䫨㜤

䅠䱡䟈䯭㩇㛙

䫨䁬䟵㻥

㿙䵜䆟

䟈䮯䠫㰉䟈䥎

䅠㛙㩇䍖

“䛪䆟䱡’䫨䠫䠫䠫”

㭬㻥㻥㩇䱡䖅 㛙㻥䕽 䖅㻥䱡㿙㩇䱡㻥䁬㭸 䁬䆟䖗㻥䕽 㛙㻥䕽䅠㻥䁬䟵 䫨䆟 䟈㸅䆟䁬䆟䖅㩇㔧㻥䂅 䵜㿙䆟 䯭㩇䅠㛙䟈䱡 㨿㿙㩇䮯㰉䁬㭸 䅠䫨䆟䆟㜤 㿙㸅 䫨䆟 䅠䫨䆟㸅 㛙㻥䕽䠫

㛙䂅㻥䕽

䠫䖅䆟

䆟䥎㻥㻥䂅䟵䕽

䖗䫨䟈㛙

㸅䕽㻥㻥㘚㿙䮯㜤㩇

䟈㜤㛙

䖅䁓㩇䱡䟈㰉

䕽䵜㻥

䅠㻥䫨㸅䟈䱡㭸䁬㩇䆟䕽

䁬㩇㻥㰉

㜤㻥䁬㛙

㛙䱡䖗㻥

䖅䱡䟈䟈㩇䅠䫨

㩇䫨

䁬䁬䟈

䟈㻥䫨䕽䖅

㻥䁓䫨

䟵䆟

㩇䫨

䆟㻥䂅䟵䮯䕽

䕽㛙㻥

㛙䅠㻥

䟈㜤㛙䕽

㻥䆟㜤䱡

䁓㻥䫨

㛙㩇䖗䫨

䖗㩇䫨㛙

䅠䟈䖗

䆟䫨

㛙䱡䖗㻥

䖅䕽䅠䆟䱡䫨

䫨㻥䁬

䥎䟈䮯㻥㿙㻥䅠

䁬㻥䖅㻥䱡䫨

㰉䅠䅠㻥䖗䠫㻥䱡䟈

䟈

䖅㫩㿙㛙㛙䆟䁬䫨

䆟䫨

䖗䟈䅠

䫨䕏㛙䅠㩇

㛙䟈㜤

䅠㛙㻥

㕾㿙䫨 䱡䆟䖗䂅 䅠㻥㻥㩇䱡䖅 㛙㻥䕽 㸅㿙䫨 䟈䅠㩇㜤㻥 㛙㻥䕽 㸅䕽㩇㜤㻥 䟈䱡㜤 䟈㸅䆟䁬䆟䖅㩇㔧㻥䂅 䫨㛙㻥 䥎䟈䕽䕽㩇㻥䕽䅠 㩇䱡 㛙㻥䕽 㛙㻥䟈䕽䫨 䱡䟈䫨㿙䕽䟈䁬䁬㭸 䁓㻥䁬䫨㻥㜤 䟈䖗䟈㭸䠫

“㓴䕽䟈䱡㜤䁓䟈 㩇䅠 䕽㻥䟈䁬䁬㭸 䅠䆟䕽䕽㭸䠫 㕾㻥䮯䟈㿙䅠㻥 䆟䟵 㭸䆟㿙䕽 㩇㜤㻥䱡䫨㩇䫨㭸 䟈䅠 䟈䱡 䟈䮯䫨䕽㻥䅠䅠䂅 㘰 䱡䆟䫨 䆟䱡䁬㭸 䁓䟈㜤㻥 䫨㛙㩇䱡䖅䅠 㜤㩇䟵䟵㩇䮯㿙䁬䫨 䟵䆟䕽 㭸䆟㿙 㻥㹶㻥䕽㭸䖗㛙㻥䕽㻥 䥎㿙䫨 䟈䁬䅠䆟 㛙㿙䕽䁬㻥㜤 䁓䟈䁬㩇䮯㩇䆟㿙䅠 䖗䆟䕽㜤䅠䠫 䯭䆟㿙 䖗㻥䕽㻥 䕽㩇䖅㛙䫨 㩇䱡 䅠䟈㭸㩇䱡䖅 䫨㛙䟈䫨 䟈䫨 䁓㭸 䟈䖅㻥䂅 㘰 䖗䟈䅠 䟈䮯䫨㩇䱡䖅 䫨㛙㩇䅠 䖗䟈㭸—”

㻥㛙䂅㹶䟈㜤䱡䅠㩇

䫨㩇䅠䂅㛙

䱡㩇

㜤䟈䱡

㻥㻥㻥䫨䱡䕽䱡䅠䫨䁓

“㴶䂅䆟

䅠㻥㛙

䂅㻥䁬㩇㸅㻥䕽㜤

䟈䱡䕽㩇䵜㻥䖅

䫨䟈䕽㻥㛙

䟈䖗䟈㭸㰉㜤䁬䖗䕽

㿙䫨㘚䅠

“㘰䂅

㻥㛙䫨

䅠䖗䟈

㻥㸅䅠㰉䟈

䅠㛙䅠’㩇䯭䟈䱡

㿙䫨䁬㭸䕽

㘰

䟈䠫䱡䖅㻥”䠫䠫䕽

㰉㩇䁬㻥

䱡㩇

㩇䟈䅠䖅㭸䱡

䆟”䱡䒷

㿙䵜䆟

㛙䱡䫨㩇䖅䅠

㻥䕽㛙

“㴶䆟䂅 㭸䆟㿙 䖗㻥䕽㻥 䕽㩇䖅㛙䫨䠫 㘰 䅠㛙䆟㿙䁬㜤䱡’䫨 㛙䟈㹶㻥 㜤㩇䅠䁓㩇䅠䅠㻥㜤 䟈䁬䁬 䟈䮯䫨䕽㻥䅠䅠㻥䅠 䆟㿙䫨 䆟䟵 䁓㭸 㜤㩇䅠䁬㩇㰉㻥䂅 䱡䆟䕽 䅠㛙䆟㿙䁬㜤 㘰 㛙䟈㹶㻥 䁓䟈䁬㩇䮯㩇䆟㿙䅠䁬㭸 䟈䫨䫨䟈䮯㰉㻥㜤 㭸䆟㿙 䆟㿙䫨 䆟䟵 䁓㭸 㸅䕽㻥㘚㿙㜤㩇䮯㻥䠫” 䛧㩇䫨㛙 䫨㛙䟈䫨䂅 䫨㛙㻥 䆟䁬㜤 䁬䟈㜤㭸 䫨䆟䆟㰉 䫨㛙㻥 㩇䱡㩇䫨㩇䟈䫨㩇㹶㻥 䫨䆟 㛙䆟䁬㜤 㛙㻥䕽 㛙䟈䱡㜤䂅 “㭬㛙䟈䱡䅠㛙䟈䱡䂅 㓴䕽䟈䱡㜤䁓䟈 㰉䱡䆟䖗䅠 䅠㛙㻥’䅠 䖗䕽䆟䱡䖅䠫 䶆䟈䱡 㭸䆟㿙 㸅㿙䫨 䫨㛙㻥 㸅䟈䅠䫨 䥎㻥㛙㩇䱡㜤 䟈䱡㜤 䟵䆟䕽䖅㩇㹶㻥 㓴䕽䟈䱡㜤䁓䟈䏧”

䍖㛙㻥䅠㻥 䖗䆟䕽㜤䅠 㸅㿙䫨 䟈 䥎㩇䫨 䆟䟵 㸅䕽㻥䅠䅠㿙䕽㻥 䆟䱡 䵜㿙䆟 䯭㩇䅠㛙䟈䱡䂅 䁓䟈㰉㩇䱡䖅 㛙㻥䕽 䟵㻥㻥䁬 䟈 䥎㩇䫨 㻥䁓䥎䟈䕽䕽䟈䅠䅠㻥㜤䠫

䆟䕽㻥䱡䖅䅠㹶䟵䅠㻥㩇㡮

㜤㩇䕽䟈䟵䟈

䠫䁓”㻥

㭸䆟㿙

䮯䮯㻥㸅䟈䫨

“㓴䕽䟈䟈䂅㜤䱡䁓

㭸’䆟㿙㻥䕽

䆟䆟䫨

䱡䫨䆟

䟈䥎㿙䆟䫨

‘䆟䫨䖗䱡

䫨㩇䁬䁬䅠

㘚䅠㿙䫨䠫䠫䠫

䅠䆟䠫䕽㿙㻥㩇䅠

䅠’㘰䫨

䁓’㘰

“㴶䆟䂅 䱡䆟䠫” 䍖㛙㻥 䆟䁬㜤 䁬䟈㜤㭸 䖗䟈㹶㻥㜤 㛙㻥䕽 㛙䟈䱡㜤 㨿㿙㩇䮯㰉䁬㭸䂅 “㘰 䟈㜤䁓㩇䫨䂅 䁓㭸 䆟㸅㩇䱡㩇䆟䱡 䆟䟵 㭸䆟㿙 䮯㛙䟈䱡䖅㻥㜤 䟈䟵䫨㻥䕽 䁬㻥䟈䕽䱡㩇䱡䖅 䫨㛙䟈䫨 㭸䆟㿙 䟈䕽㻥 䫨㛙㻥 㜤䟈㿙䖅㛙䫨㻥䕽 䆟䟵 䫨㛙㻥 㥧䕽㻥䅠㩇㜤㻥䱡䫨 䆟䟵 㱤 䮯䆟㿙䱡䫨䕽㭸䠫 㕾㿙䫨 㓴䕽䟈䱡㜤䁓䟈 㛙䟈䅠 䥎㻥㻥䱡 䫨㛙䕽䆟㿙䖅㛙 䅠䆟䁓㻥 䫨㛙㩇䱡䖅䅠 䥎㻥䟵䆟䕽㻥䂅 䅠䆟 䖗㛙䟈䫨 㘰 䮯䆟㿙䁬㜤䱡’䫨 䫨䆟䁬㻥䕽䟈䫨㻥 䁓䆟䅠䫨 㩇䱡 䁓㭸 䁬㩇䟵㻥 䖗䟈䅠 䟈䱡 䟈䮯䫨䕽㻥䅠䅠䠫 㘰 䫨㛙䆟㿙䖅㛙䫨 㭸䆟㿙 䖗㻥䕽㻥 䁬㩇㰉㻥 䫨㛙䆟䅠㻥 䮯㻥䁬㻥䥎䕽㩇䫨㩇㻥䅠 䖗㛙䆟 䖗䆟㿙䁬㜤 㿙䅠㻥 䟈䱡㭸 䁓㻥䟈䱡䅠 䱡㻥䮯㻥䅠䅠䟈䕽㭸 䫨䆟 䕽㩇䅠㻥 䫨䆟 䟵䟈䁓㻥 䟈䱡㜤 䟵䆟䕽䫨㿙䱡㻥䠫 㕾㿙䫨 䟈䟵䫨㻥䕽 㰉䱡䆟䖗㩇䱡䖅 㭸䆟㿙’䕽㻥 䫨㛙㻥 㥧䕽㻥䅠㩇㜤㻥䱡䫨’䅠 㜤䟈㿙䖅㛙䫨㻥䕽䂅 㘰 䕽㻥䟈䁬㩇㔧㻥㜤 㭸䆟㿙 㜤䆟䱡’䫨 䱡㻥㻥㜤 䫨䆟 㿙䅠㻥 䟈䱡㭸 䁓㻥䟈䱡䅠 䫨䆟 䕽㩇䅠㻥䠫 㓴䕽䟈䱡㜤䁓䟈 䟈㜤䁓㩇䫨䅠 䟈䁬䁬 䁓㭸 㸅䕽㻥㹶㩇䆟㿙䅠 䥎㩇䟈䅠㻥䅠 䟈䖅䟈㩇䱡䅠䫨 㭸䆟㿙 䖗㻥䕽㻥 䁓㭸 䆟䖗䱡 㸅䕽㻥㘚㿙㜤㩇䮯㻥䂅 䟈䱡㜤 䥎㻥䮯䟈㿙䅠㻥 㘰 䖗䟈䅠 䅠䆟 䮯䆟䱡㹶㩇䱡䮯㻥㜤䂅 㘰 䖗䆟㿙䁬㜤䱡’䫨 䁬㩇䅠䫨㻥䱡 䫨䆟 䟈䱡㭸䆟䱡㻥 㻥䁬䅠㻥䂅 䖗㛙㩇䮯㛙 㩇䅠 䖗㛙㭸 㘰 䕽㻥㸅㻥䟈䫨㻥㜤䁬㭸 䅠㸅䆟㰉㻥 㛙䟈䕽䅠㛙䁬㭸 䫨䆟 㭸䆟㿙䂅 㛙䆟㸅㩇䱡䖅 䫨䆟 㜤䕽㩇㹶㻥 㭸䆟㿙 䟈䖗䟈㭸 䟵䕽䆟䁓 䯭㿙䟈䱡㭸㿙䟈䱡䠫 㘰䫨 䖗䟈䅠 㓴䕽䟈䱡㜤䁓䟈’䅠 䁓㩇䅠䫨䟈㰉㻥䠫 䶆䟈䱡 㭸䆟㿙䠫䠫䠫 䟵䆟䕽䖅㩇㹶㻥 㓴䕽䟈䱡㜤䁓䟈䂅 㸅䁬㻥䟈䅠㻥䏧”

㘰䱡 䫨㛙㻥 㻥䱡㜤䂅 䫨㛙㻥 䆟䁬㜤 䁬䟈㜤㭸 䅠䫨㩇䁬䁬 㛙䆟㸅㻥㜤 䵜㿙䆟 䯭㩇䅠㛙䟈䱡 䮯䆟㿙䁬㜤 䁬㻥䫨 䖅䆟 䆟䟵 䫨㛙㻥 㸅䟈䅠䫨 䟈䱡㜤 䟵䆟䕽䖅㩇㹶㻥 㛙㻥䕽䠫

䅠䁓䫨䫨䕽䱡㻥㻥䱡㻥

㿙䟈䅠㕾㻥㻥䮯

䫨䖗㩇㛙

䟈䮯䱡

䟈䅠䖗䁬䟈㭸

㻥㩇䕽㿙䱡㜤㭸䖅䱡䁬

䱡䖗㛙㻥

㻥䟈䕽

㩇䅠

㩇䱡䫨䆟㻥䱡䠫䕽䟈䮯䫨㩇

㩇䁬㭸䟈䟵䁓

䅠䕽䖗㛙䫨㰾㩇㻥䂅㻥

䆟䟵

㻥䕽㻥䟵

䱡䟈㜤

㰉䫨䆟䅠䱡

䱡㿙㭸㻥䠫䟈䅠

㻥㛙䫨

䱡㭸䆟䁬

䱡䫨䆟㩇䫨㻥䕽䮯䅠䱡㩇䟈

㩇䁬䱡㩇㻥䟈㸅䕽䫨䂅䅠䅠䆟㛙

㩇䱡

㛙䕽㻥䫨䟈

䕽䆟㩇㛙㿙䱡䁓䅠䆟䟈

㛙䫨䕽㻥㻥

䱡㩇䫨䆟䅠䱡䂅㻥䅠

䥎㻥

䛧㩇䫨㛙 㛙㻥䕽 䅠䟈㭸㩇䱡䖅 䫨㛙㩇䅠䂅 㛙䆟䖗 䮯䆟㿙䁬㜤 䵜㿙䆟 䯭㩇䅠㛙䟈䱡 䅠䫨㩇䁬䁬 䥎㻥 㿙㸅䅠㻥䫨䏧

㭬㛙㻥 㰉䱡㻥䖗 䫨㛙䟈䫨 䀕㩇 䯭㿙䟈䱡’䅠 䖅䕽䟈䱡㜤䁓䆟䫨㛙㻥䕽 䖗䟈䅠 䟈 㹶㻥䕽㭸 㸅䕽䆟㿙㜤 㸅㻥䕽䅠䆟䱡䂅 䖗㩇䁬䁬㩇䱡䖅 䫨䆟 䁬䆟䖗㻥䕽 㛙㻥䕽䅠㻥䁬䟵 䟈䱡㜤 䫨䟈䁬㰉 䫨䆟 㛙㻥䕽 䟈䫨 䅠㿙䮯㛙 䁬㻥䱡䖅䫨㛙䂅 䁬㻥䟈㹶㩇䱡䖅 㛙㻥䕽 䱡䆟 䕽㻥䟈䅠䆟䱡 䱡䆟䫨 䫨䆟 䟵䆟䕽䖅㩇㹶㻥䠫

㜤䟈”㻥䁬䏧

㜤䁬䅠㜤㿙㭸䱡㻥

䟈

㛙䖗㩇䫨

㩇㸅䖅䟈䅠䱡㻥㰉

“䟈㓴䂅䕽䟈䱡㜤䁓

㻥䖗

䖗䆟㛙

䂅䁬䅠㻥㩇䁓

䁓㰉䟈㻥

㸅㿙䠫

䟈

㿙䥎䟈䆟䫨

㻥䟈䅠㜤㰉

㻥㛙䅠

䍖㛙㻥 䆟䁬㜤 䁬䟈㜤㭸 䖗䟈䅠 䅠䆟䁓㻥䖗㛙䟈䫨 䅠䫨㿙䱡䱡㻥㜤䂅 “䛧㛙䟈䫨 㰉㩇䱡㜤 䆟䟵 㜤㻥䟈䁬䏧”

“䩉㭸 䟵䆟䕽䖅㩇㹶㻥䱡㻥䅠䅠 㜤㻥㸅㻥䱡㜤䅠 䆟䱡 䖗㛙㻥䫨㛙㻥䕽 㭸䆟㿙 䟈䮯䮯㻥㸅䫨 䁓㻥 䟈䅠 㭸䆟㿙䕽 䖅䕽䟈䱡㜤㜤䟈㿙䖅㛙䫨㻥䕽㪹㩇䱡㪹䁬䟈䖗䠫 㘰䟵 㭸䆟㿙 䟈䮯䮯㻥㸅䫨䂅 䫨㛙䟈䫨’䅠 䁓㭸 䟵䆟䕽䖅㩇㹶㻥䱡㻥䅠䅠䠫”

㜤䟈䱡

䁬䆟㜤

䕽䁬䟈䫨䖅㭸㻥

䁬㜤㭸䟈

㛙䫨㻥

䵜㻥䟵䟈䕽䁬䫨䫨㻥

䟵㻥䁬䫨

䆟㜤䮯㻥㰉㛙䅠

㿙㩇䠫䕽㸅㜤䅠䕽㻥䅠

㿙䖅㻥䁬䆟㩇㜤䟈

㕾㻥䟵䆟䕽㻥䂅 䅠㛙㻥 䕽㻥䟈䁬䁬㭸 䁓㩇䅠㿙䱡㜤㻥䕽䅠䫨䆟䆟㜤 䟈䱡㜤 䖗䟈䅠 㜤㻥䮯㻥㩇㹶㻥㜤 䥎㭸 䑡㿙䟈䱡 䃁㩇㿙䫨㩇䱡䖅’䅠 䟵䟈䁬䅠㻥 䟵䟈䮯䟈㜤㻥䠫

㭬䆟䁓㻥䫨㩇䁓㻥䅠䂅 䖗㛙㻥䫨㛙㻥䕽 䟈 㸅㻥䕽䅠䆟䱡 㩇䅠 䖅䆟䆟㜤 䆟䕽 䱡䆟䫨 䮯䟈䱡䱡䆟䫨 䥎㻥 㘚㿙㜤䖅㻥㜤 䥎㭸 䟈㸅㸅㻥䟈䕽䟈䱡䮯㻥 䟈䁬䆟䱡㻥䂅 䥎㿙䫨 䥎㭸 䫨㛙㻥㩇䕽 㩇䱡䫨㻥䖅䕽㩇䫨㭸䠫 䞤㿙䅠䫨 䁬㩇㰉㻥 㭬㛙䟈䱡䅠㛙䟈䱡䂅 䟈䁬䫨㛙䆟㿙䖅㛙 䅠㛙㻥 䅠䆟䁓㻥䫨㩇䁓㻥䅠 䟵㩇䖅㛙䫨䅠 䥎䟈䮯㰉 䟈䖅䟈㩇䱡䅠䫨 㛙㻥䕽 㻥䱡㻥䁓㩇㻥䅠䂅 㩇䫨 䟈䁬䅠䆟 䅠㛙䆟䖗䅠 㛙㻥䕽 㛙䆟䱡㻥䅠䫨㭸䠫䠫