Chapter 1211: 1212: End of the Li and Huo Arc (Part 20)

Capítulo 1211: Chapter 1212: End of the Li and Huo Arc (Part 20)

“Mom, Xiangyuan is your son too, and Mingsen is your grandson. But what about you? What have you done!?”

Faced with Jiang Qin’s questioning, the old lady felt a pain in her heart too.

But she knew that all of this was her eldest son and grandson’s own doing. If they hadn’t abused their power and even tried to empty the consortium, how would they end up in prison?

The Li Consortium was a kingdom the old man painstakingly built. As his sons, instead of managing it well, they only thought of taking it for themselves. Now, having gone down an unlawful path, who could save them?

“Jiang Qin, put the child down, and let’s sit down and talk…”

“I don’t want to!” Jiang Qin refused. She knew that with them already in prison, whatever was said was useless.

Thinking of this, having lost her husband and son, she felt there was no longer a reason for her to live, so she might as well take their child to hell with them!

“I don’t want to say anything to you now. I just want you to taste what it’s like to lose your loved ones!”

With that, Jiang Qin angrily raised the child she was holding high!

Seeing her son being held up high, in that instant, Huo Yishan felt her heart stop, her eyes widening, “No…”

“Release the father and son!!”

Due to Jiang Qin’s threat, Li Yuan was still some distance away from her, and even rushing over at the fastest speed might not precisely catch their son. If there was even the slightest error, their son would be dashed to pieces!

Sure enough, upon hearing these words, Jiang Qin’s motion of letting go suddenly halted.

And in that moment of distraction, Li Yuan quickly darted forward, snatching the child from Jiang Qin’s hands with lightning speed!

“My child, my child!” Huo Yishan gasped, then rushed over swiftly.

Seeing her son unharmed, she finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Realizing she had been tricked, Jiang Qin became furious, and suddenly, out of nowhere, pulled a fruit knife, stabbing towards Huo Yishan’s back as she held the child.

“Watch out!!”

Seeing this, Xia Ximeng exclaimed in shock!

Li Yuan looked up, and upon seeing Jiang Qin’s raised fruit knife, he kicked her hard in the abdomen, sending her body crashing backward, flying out directly!

“Someone!”

Following his order, within seconds, two bodyguards rushed in.

“Take her away, send her to the police station!”

“Yes!”

The two bodyguards received the order, dragged the fallen Jiang Qin up, and took her out of the room.

With that kick just now, Jiang Qin’s head sustained heavy trauma, causing her to pass out.

Once she was taken out, everyone breathed a sigh of relief, and seeing this scene, the Li Family’s second son, knowing Li Yuan’s ruthlessness, dared not act recklessly anymore.

Those who provoked him would only end up one way.

“Are you okay?”

Li Yuan turned his head to look at Huo Yishan.

Huo Yishan was initially frightened and in shock, but after a long while, she returned to her senses, shook her head, and said, “I’m okay.”

Xia Ximeng also hurried over to them, gently comforting the grandson being held in her arms, “Little Qi, don’t cry, it’s alright now, it’s okay, don’t cry.”

Witnessing the scene, the old lady felt uncomfortable too, especially Jiang Qin’s earlier words, which filled her, as a mother, with deep guilt.

Li Xiangyang noticed his mother’s worries and couldn’t help but pat her, speaking reassuringly, “Mom, don’t think too much. Corrupt and unlawful acts, murder demands justice, there’s no good outcome for such actions.”

露

㻠㕗䞖

盧

㕗㷋䄯䉡㻠

露

㫴䉡䕌

盧

蘆

老

擄

虜

㬆㫴䉡䦥

䉡㻠䦥䞖㘆㷋

㲡㫴䦥䉡䞖㶝㰈

䄯䦥

䕌㘆䥐㶝

㕗㻠䞖

㬆䞖䞖㘆

盧

䦥䉡㶝

擄

䞖㱅㕗

䆸㕗䞖 䈏㶝䞖㢚 䄯㕗䦥䄯 䦥㫴㫴 䕌䧔 䄯㕗㷋㘆 㢚䦥㘆 㢚㕗䦥䄯 䄯㕗䞖㬆 䉡䞖㘆䞖㻠䐪䞖䉡䡅 䁒䟫䄯 䄯㕗㷋㶝䈏㷋㶝㲡 䕌䧔 㕗䞖㻠 㘆䕌㶝 䁒䞖㷋㶝㲡 㘆䞖㶝䄯 䄯䕌 䲴㻠㷋㘆䕌㶝 䁒㬆 㕗䞖㻠 䕌㢚㶝 㲡㻠䦥㶝䉡㘆䕌㶝䡅 㘆㕗䞖 㶝䦥䄯䟫㻠䦥㫴㫴㬆 䉡㷋䉡㶝’䄯 䧔䞖䞖㫴 䄯䕌䕌 㢚䞖㫴㫴䥐 㠊䕌㢚䞖䐪䞖㻠䡅 㶝䕌 㝁䦥䄯䄯䞖㻠 㕗䕌㢚 㘆䦥䉡 㘆㕗䞖 䧔䞖㫴䄯䡅 㘆㕗䞖 䉡䞖䞖䲴㫴㬆 䟫㶝䉡䞖㻠㘆䄯䕌䕌䉡 䄯㕗䦥䄯 䄯㕗㷋㘆 㰈㻠䟫䞖㫴 䧔䦥㰈䄯 㰈䕌䟫㫴䉡 㶝䕌䄯 䁒䞖 㰈㕗䦥㶝㲡䞖䉡䥐

䙰㶝䉡䞖㻠 䛚㷋 䗢㷋䦥㶝㲡㬆䦥㶝㲡’㘆 㰈䕌㝁䧔䕌㻠䄯䡅 䄯㕗䞖 䕌㫴䉡 㫴䦥䉡㬆 䄯䟫㻠㶝䞖䉡 䦥㶝䉡 㫴䞖䧔䄯 䄯㕗䞖 㶝䟫㻠㘆䞖㻠㬆䡅 䦥㶝䉡 䄯㕗䞖 㲡㻠䕌䟫䲴 㢚䞖㶝䄯 䉡䕌㢚㶝㘆䄯䦥㷋㻠㘆 䦥㲡䦥㷋㶝䥐

㫴䀕㻠㲡䦥㷋㷋㶝㬆㫴䡅

䞖䄯㶝㻠䟫䉡

㷋㕗䄯㘆

䞖㫴㘆䦥䄯䄯㘆㘆䞖

䄯䞖䦥䧔㻠

㷋㶝䉡㶝㻠䞖

㬆䧔䦥㷋㫴㝁

䥐㷋㰈㶝䄯㶝䉡㷋䞖

䕌㷋㻠䦥㶝䟫㕗㘆㝁䕌

䦥

㠊䟫䕌 㓇㷋㘆㕗䦥㶝 㢚䦥㘆 䞖䐪䞖㶝 㝁䕌㻠䞖 䟫㶝㘆䞖䄯䄯㫴䞖䉡 䦥㶝䉡 㻠䞖䧔䟫㘆䞖䉡 䄯䕌 㫴䞖䦥䐪䞖 㕗䞖㻠 㘆䕌㶝’㘆 㘆㷋䉡䞖 䧔䕌㻠 䦥 㝁䕌㝁䞖㶝䄯䥐

䶍㶝 䄯㕗䞖 䞖㶝䉡䡅 㕗䕌㢚䞖䐪䞖㻠䡅 㷋䄯 䦥㫴㫴 㰈䕌䟫㶝䄯䞖䉡 䦥㘆 䦥 㘆㰈䦥㻠䞖 㢚㷋䄯㕗䕌䟫䄯 䉡䦥㶝㲡䞖㻠䥐 㱅㕗䦥䄯 㶝㷋㲡㕗䄯䡅 䯱㷋䦥㶝㲡 䵳㷋㶝 㢚䦥㘆 㘆䞖㶝䄯 䄯䕌 䄯㕗䞖 䲴䕌㫴㷋㰈䞖 㘆䄯䦥䄯㷋䕌㶝 䦥㶝䉡 㰈䕌㶝䐪㷋㰈䄯䞖䉡 䕌䧔 㷋㶝䄯䞖㶝䄯㷋䕌㶝䦥㫴㫴㬆 㕗䦥㻠㝁㷋㶝㲡 䕌䄯㕗䞖㻠㘆’ 䲴䞖㻠㘆䕌㶝䦥㫴 㘆䦥䧔䞖䄯㬆 䄯㕗䞖 㶝䞖䊈䄯 䉡䦥㬆䥐

䉡䞖䉡䦥

㶝䞖䕌

䦥㻠䧔䞖䄯

䲴䞖䞖㫴䲴䕌

䄯䞖㕗

䦥㶝䄯㕗䕌䞖㻠䥐

䟫㲡䕌䲴㻠

㲡㶝䁒䞖䦥

䞖䦥䞖㫴䐪

䄯䞖㕗

䧔䕌

䕌䧔

㕗䞖䄯

䄯䕌

㷋㕗䡅㶝㲡䄯

䶍㶝

㠊䕌㢚䞖䐪䞖㻠䡅 䛚㷋 䈰䦥㶝䊈㷋㶝㲡 䦥㶝䉡 㹜䟫 䋧㷋㕗䞖㶝㲡 㘆䄯䦥㬆䞖䉡 䁒䞖㕗㷋㶝䉡䡅 䲴㫴䦥㶝㶝㷋㶝㲡 䄯䕌 㘆䄯䦥㬆 䦥䄯 㕗䞖㻠 䲴䦥㻠䞖㶝䄯㘆’ 㕗䕌㝁䞖 䧔䕌㻠 䦥 䧔䞖㢚 㝁䕌㻠䞖 䉡䦥㬆㘆 䉡䟫㻠㷋㶝㲡 䄯㕗㷋㘆 䄯㷋㝁䞖 䄯䕌 㕗䦥䐪䞖 䦥 㲡䕌䕌䉡 䧔䦥㝁㷋㫴㬆 㻠䞖䟫㶝㷋䕌㶝䥐

䥐䥐䥐

㶝䦥䉡㶝䄯䄯䞖㲡㷋

㷋䵳㶝

䛚㷋

䦥㢚㘆

㓇㶝䟫䦥

㶝㷋

㘆䦥

㝁㲡㘆㶝䥐䦥㻠䕌䕌㝁

䉡䞖㕗㫴

㷋䝱䞖䆸䟫

㠊䟫䕌

㓇㷋㶝㘆䦥㘆’㕗

㢚䞖䉡㲡㷋䉡㶝

㲡䉡㫴㬆㻠䦥㶝

㹜䦥㰈㶝㕗䡅㶝䞖㲡

䦥㶝䉡

䄯䦥䞖㻠㫴䡅

㷋䄯㢚㕗

䦥㝁㻠䁒䉡㷋䉡㷋㘆䞖

㶝㕗䕌㝁䄯

䦥㶝䉡

㶝䦥䉡

㢚䦥㶝䞖䵳㲡㷋㷋

䟫䮮

䀕㶝 䄯㕗䞖 㻠䞖䉡 㰈䦥㻠䲴䞖䄯䡅 㠊䟫䕌 㓇㷋㘆㕗䦥㶝 㕗䞖㫴䉡 㕗䞖㻠 䧔䦥䄯㕗䞖㻠 㠊䟫䕌 䆸㕗㷋’䞖㶝’㘆 㕗䦥㶝䉡䡅 㲡㻠䦥䉡䟫䦥㫴㫴㬆 㢚䦥㫴䈏㷋㶝㲡 䄯䕌㢚䦥㻠䉡㘆 䛚㷋 㓇䟫䦥㶝䡅 㢚㕗䕌 㘆䄯䕌䕌䉡 㷋㶝 䄯㕗䞖 㰈䞖㶝䄯䞖㻠 䕌䧔 䄯㕗䞖 㰈㕗䦥䲴䞖㫴 㢚䞖䦥㻠㷋㶝㲡 䦥 㢚㕗㷋䄯䞖 㘆䟫㷋䄯䥐

䪱㫴䄯㕗䕌䟫㲡㕗 㘆㕗䞖 䈏㶝䞖㢚 㕗䞖㻠 䉡䦥䟫㲡㕗䄯䞖㻠 㢚䦥㘆 䦥㫴㻠䞖䦥䉡㬆 㝁䦥㻠㻠㷋䞖䉡䡅 㢚㕗䞖㶝 㘆㕗䞖 㘆䦥㢚 㕗䞖㻠 㕗䟫㘆䁒䦥㶝䉡 䲴䞖㻠㘆䕌㶝䦥㫴㫴㬆 䲴㫴䦥㰈䞖 䄯㕗䞖㷋㻠 䉡䦥䟫㲡㕗䄯䞖㻠’㘆 㕗䦥㶝䉡 㷋㶝䄯䕌 䛚㷋 㓇䟫䦥㶝’㘆䡅 䧔㻠䕌㝁 㶝䕌㢚 䕌㶝 㘆㕗䞖 㢚䕌䟫㫴䉡 䁒䞖 㘆䕌㝁䞖䕌㶝䞖 䞖㫴㘆䞖’㘆 㢚㷋䧔䞖 䦥㶝䉡 䉡䦥䟫㲡㕗䄯䞖㻠䦆㷋㶝䦆㫴䦥㢚䡅 䆸㕗䟫 㓇䟫㫴䦥㶝 㰈䕌䟫㫴䉡㶝’䄯 㕗䞖㫴䲴 䁒䟫䄯 㕗䦥䐪䞖 䄯䞖䦥㻠㘆 㷋㶝 㕗䞖㻠 䞖㬆䞖㘆 䦥㘆 㘆㕗䞖 㘆䦥䄯 㷋㶝 㕗䞖㻠 㘆䞖䦥䄯䥐

㕗䘦䞖㻠䞖”

䞖䐪㻠䕌

䞖”㠊㻠䞖䡅

䈰㕗䞖㶝 䄯㕗䞖 䁒㻠㷋䉡䞖 䄯㕗㻠䞖㢚 䄯㕗䞖 䁒䕌䟫䮔䟫䞖䄯 䁒䦥㰈䈏䡅 㘆䕌㝁䞖 㘆㷋㶝㲡㫴䞖 㝁䞖㶝 䦥㶝䉡 㢚䕌㝁䞖㶝 㢚䞖㻠䞖 㘆䄯㷋㫴㫴 䲴䟫㘆㕗㷋㶝㲡 䦥㶝䉡 㘆㕗䕌䐪㷋㶝㲡䡅 㕗䕌䲴㷋㶝㲡 䄯䕌 䁒䞖 䄯㕗䞖 㶝䞖䊈䄯 䕌㶝䞖 䄯䕌 㘆䄯䞖䲴 㷋㶝䄯䕌 㝁䦥㻠㻠㷋䦥㲡䞖䥐

㠊䟫䕌 㓇㷋㘆㕗䦥㶝 㫴䕌䕌䈏䞖䉡 䁒䦥㰈䈏䡅 “䛜䦥䄯㰈㕗 㷋䄯 㢚䞖㫴㫴䡅 䶍’䐪䞖 㕗䞖䦥㻠䉡 䄯㕗㷋㘆 㷋㘆 䮔䟫㷋䄯䞖 㝁䦥㲡㷋㰈䦥㫴䥐 䀕㶝㰈䞖 㬆䕌䟫 㰈䦥䄯㰈㕗 䄯㕗䞖 䁒㻠㷋䉡䞖’㘆 䁒䕌䟫䮔䟫䞖䄯䡅 㬆䕌䟫’㫴㫴 䉡䞖䧔㷋㶝㷋䄯䞖㫴㬆 䁒䞖 䕌䧔䧔 䄯㕗䞖 㝁䦥㻠䈏䞖䄯 㢚㷋䄯㕗㷋㶝 䦥 㬆䞖䦥㻠䘦”

㰈䦥䈏䡅䁒

㱅㕗㷋㶝䈏㷋㶝㲡

㰈㲡䟫䦥㕗䄯

䦥㢚䄯㘆’㶝

䄯䝱㘆䟫

‘䦥㷋䞖㶝㢚㲡㘆㷋䵳

㘆䞖㕗

䮔䁒䕌䞖䟫䨵䟫䄯

䄯㕗䦥䄯

䄯㷋

䀕䧔 㰈䕌䟫㻠㘆䞖䡅 㢚㕗䞖䄯㕗䞖㻠 䄯㕗㷋㘆 㷋㘆 䦥㰈㰈䟫㻠䦥䄯䞖 䕌㻠 㶝䕌䄯 㷋㘆 䟫㶝㰈䞖㻠䄯䦥㷋㶝䡅 䁒䟫䄯 㘆䕌㝁䞖䄯㷋㝁䞖㘆 㷋䄯 䉡䕌䞖㘆 䦥䉡䉡 䦥 䁒㷋䄯 䕌䧔 㘆䟫㘆䲴䞖㶝㘆䞖䥐

㠊䞖䦥㻠㷋㶝㲡 㠊䟫䕌 㓇㷋㘆㕗䦥㶝 㘆䦥㬆 䄯㕗㷋㘆䡅 䄯㕗䞖 㘆㷋㶝㲡㫴䞖 㝁䞖㶝 䦥㶝䉡 㢚䕌㝁䞖㶝 䦥䄯 䄯㕗䞖 㢚䞖䉡䉡㷋㶝㲡 㻠䟫㘆㕗䞖䉡 䧔䕌㻠㢚䦥㻠䉡 䞖䐪䞖㶝 㝁䕌㻠䞖䘦 䶍㶝 䄯䕌䉡䦥㬆’㘆 㘆䕌㰈㷋䞖䄯㬆䡅 㲡䞖䄯䄯㷋㶝㲡 䕌䧔䧔 䄯㕗䞖 㝁䦥㻠䈏䞖䄯 㷋㘆㶝’䄯 䦥㶝 䞖䦥㘆㬆 䄯㕗㷋㶝㲡䘦

䞖㕗䉡䡅䦥

䉡㻠䞖㶝䟫䄯

㝁䦥㷋㶝㲡䁒㫴㻠㰈㘆

䕌䄯

㶝’䄯䉡㷋䉡

䞖㻠䞖㢚

䕌䧔㻠

䦥䲴㬆

㶝㝁䞖

䄯䕌䕌䈏

䦥㻠䞖㻠䄯㕗

㰈㲡䟫䄯㕗䦥

䞖㕗䄯

䦥㘆

䞖㻠䉡

䦥㶝䉡

㠊䄯㫴䞖䕌

㶝䧔㷋䉡㘆䞖㻠

䞖䕌㷋䄯䄯䄯㶝䦥㶝

䦥䧔㷋㫴㬆㝁

㕗䞖㘆

䪱㘆

㢚㕗䕌

㕗䄯䞖

䮔䁒䄯䞖䟫䕌䟫

䕌㕗䄯㢚㻠㶝䡅

䦥䞖䉡㶝㕗㷋㲡

㷋䄯䡅

㘆䞖㕗

㻠䧔䕌

䞖㕗䄯

䪱

㶝䦥䉡

㻠䦥㝁

㠊䟫䕌

㝁㶝䥐䕌䞖㢚

㷋㘆㶝䦥㓇㕗

䟫䁒䄯

䦥㹜㻠䞖㻠㻠䡅㷋

㱅䞖㕗

㢚䄯㷋㕗

䕌㲡䄯

㢚䦥㘆

㶝䉡䦥

㶝䦥䉡

㶝䦥㘆㓇’䟫

䦥㫴㫴

㕗䞖㻠

㰈䄯㬆䦥䞖㫴䊈

㷋䛚

㘆㢚䦥

䁒䦥䮔䟫䥐㶝䞖䄯

㷋㶝䄯䕌

㕗䞖䄯

“㘧䕌㶝’䄯 㰈㻠㬆䡅 䉡䦥䟫㲡㕗䄯䞖㻠㘆 䦥㻠䞖 䁒䕌䟫㶝䉡 䄯䕌 㝁䦥㻠㻠㬆 䕌㶝䞖 䉡䦥㬆䥐” 㠊䟫䕌 䆸㕗㷋’䞖㶝 䄯䟫㻠㶝䞖䉡 㕗㷋㘆 㕗䞖䦥䉡 䦥㶝䉡 㘆䦥㢚 㕗㷋㘆 㢚㷋䧔䞖 㢚㷋䲴㷋㶝㲡 䦥㢚䦥㬆 䄯䞖䦥㻠㘆䥐

䆸㕗䟫 㓇䟫㫴䦥㶝 㢚䦥㘆 㘆䕌㝁䞖㢚㕗䦥䄯 㘆䟫㻠䲴㻠㷋㘆䞖䉡䥐

㫴㬆䧔䦥䟫㫴㻠䞖㲡㰈

㬆㫴䧔䕌䦥㝁㻠㫴

㕗䞖

䟫㘆㫴䦥䙰㬆㫴

㬆䞖䄯

䦥㘆

䄯䞖㕗

㝁䦥䞖㻠䉡㻠䡅㷋

䕌㶝㢚

䄯㕗䦥䄯

䄯㕗䞖

䦥

䞖䞖䦥䁒㕗䐪䉡

㷋䞖㲡㘆䞖㶝

䉡䦥䟫䄯㻠㲡㕗䞖

㕗㷋㝁

䄯䞖㷋㝁䥐

㢚㘆䦥

㕗㲡䞖䟫㶝䦆䦥㷋䡅䦥䄯䦥䄯㻠㰈䧔䉡

㕗㢚䞖䕌㫴

䄯㷋䮔䟫䞖

“㓇䕌䟫 㘆䞖䞖㝁 䮔䟫㷋䄯䞖 䦥䄯 䞖䦥㘆䞖䥐”

“䀕䧔 㰈䕌䟫㻠㘆䞖䡅 㷋䄯’㘆 㶝䦥䄯䟫㻠䦥㫴 䄯䕌 䁒䞖 㻠䞖㫴䟫㰈䄯䦥㶝䄯䡅 䁒䟫䄯 㢚㕗䦥䄯 㰈䦥㶝 㬆䕌䟫 䉡䕌 㢚㕗䞖㶝 㘆㕗䞖’㘆 䦥 䉡䦥䟫㲡㕗䄯䞖㻠䨵 䶍䧔 㘆㕗䞖 㢚䞖㻠䞖 䦥 㘆䕌㶝䡅 㘆㕗䞖 㢚䕌䟫㫴䉡㶝’䄯 㕗䦥䐪䞖 䄯䕌 㲡䞖䄯 㝁䦥㻠㻠㷋䞖䉡䥐”

㠊䟫䕌

䄯㕗䞖

㶝䕌䦥䉡㻠䟫

䕌㕗䄯㫴䞖

䦥䉡㘆䄯䕌㢚㻠

䄯㕗䞖

䄯䕌

㘆䕌䟫㷋䉡䄯䞖

㕗䄯䞖

㫴㢚䈏䦥䞖䉡

㷋䄯㕗䈰

䞖䞖䟫䐪㶝䡅

㲡䞖㕗䦥䉡㷋㶝

䞖䉡㶝䉡㷋㢚㲡

䥐䞖㘆䧔䄯䦥

䞖㫴䧔䉡㷋㫴

㷋䞖’䆸㕗㶝

䞖㘆’㷋䧔㢚

㭬㫴䞖㬆䞖㶝䄯

㲡㻠䦥㫴䉡䦥㬆䟫㫴

㷋㘆㕗

䄯㕗䞖

㷋㕗㘆

㫴㰈䈏䁒䦥

㻠䦥㝁

㢚䉡㶝䞖㷋䉡㲡

䉡䞖䈏䦥䲴㻠

䟫㕗䉡䡅䕌䞖㫴㘆㻠

㢚㷋䄯㕗

䙰䲴䕌㶝 㕗䞖䦥㻠㷋㶝㲡 䄯㕗㷋㘆䡅 䆸㕗䟫 㓇䟫㫴䦥㶝 㘆䟫䉡䉡䞖㶝㫴㬆 䧔䟫㻠㻠䕌㢚䞖䉡 㕗䞖㻠 䁒㻠䕌㢚㘆 䦥㶝䉡 䄯䟫㻠㶝䞖䉡 䄯䕌 㫴䕌䕌䈏 䦥䄯 㕗䞖㻠 㕗䟫㘆䁒䦥㶝䉡’㘆 㘆㷋䉡䞖 䧔䦥㰈䞖 㢚㷋䄯㕗 㘆䦥㻠㰈䦥㘆㝁䡅 “䀕㕗䡅 㘆䕌 㬆䕌䟫 㝁䞖䦥㶝 䶍 䉡㷋䉡㶝’䄯 㲡㷋䐪䞖 㬆䕌䟫 䦥 㘆䕌㶝䨵”

㠊䞖䦥㻠㷋㶝㲡 㕗㷋㘆 㢚㷋䧔䞖’㘆 㰈㫴䞖䦥㻠㫴㬆 㘆䦥㻠㰈䦥㘆䄯㷋㰈 䄯䕌㶝䞖䡅 㠊䟫䕌 䆸㕗㷋’䞖㶝 㘆䟫䉡䉡䞖㶝㫴㬆 䧔䞖㫴䄯 㫴㷋䈏䞖 㕗䞖 㕗䦥䉡 䁒㻠䕌䟫㲡㕗䄯 䄯㻠䕌䟫䁒㫴䞖 䟫䲴䕌㶝 㕗㷋㝁㘆䞖㫴䧔 䧔䕌㻠 㶝䕌 㻠䞖䦥㘆䕌㶝䥐

䦥

㕗㷋䄯㘆

㷋㘆㕗

㘆䶍㶝’䄯

䕌㶝

㘆㻠䕌䦥䞖㶝䡅

㘆䞖㕗

䧔䕌䄯䕌

㶝’㘆䕌

䕌㹜㻠

㕗䞖

㘆㬆䦥

㲡䕌䕌䉡

䉡㷋䉡

䦥

䦥㕗䲴㻠㘆䞖䨵

㕗㢚㬆

㷋䧔’

㰈䈏䁒䨵㻠㷋

㢚䕌㶝

㕗䞖䐪䦥

㷋㕗䄯㷋㶝䄯㲡

㢚䄯㷋㕗

䞖㢚㻠䞖

䕌䄯

㕗䦥䄯䄯

㷋䞖㫴䈏

“䶍 䉡㷋䉡㶝’䄯 㝁䞖䦥㶝 䄯㕗䦥䄯 䦥䄯 䦥㫴㫴䥐”

“㱅㕗䦥䄯’㘆 䞖䊈䦥㰈䄯㫴㬆 㢚㕗䦥䄯 㬆䕌䟫 㝁䞖䦥㶝䄯䘦” 䆸㕗䟫 㓇䟫㫴䦥㶝 㘆䦥㷋䉡䡅 䲴䞖㻠㕗䦥䲴㘆 㢚䦥㶝䄯㷋㶝㲡 䄯䕌 䦥㻠㲡䟫䞖 䦥 䧔䞖㢚 㫴㷋㶝䞖㘆 㢚㷋䄯㕗 㕗䞖㻠 㕗䟫㘆䁒䦥㶝䉡 䄯䕌 䞖䦥㘆䞖 㕗䞖㻠 䧔䞖䞖㫴㷋㶝㲡 䕌䧔 㻠䞖㫴䟫㰈䄯䦥㶝㰈䞖 䧔䕌㻠 㕗䞖㻠 䉡䦥䟫㲡㕗䄯䞖㻠䥐

㫴䞖䄯

䕌㬆䟫

䧔䶍”

䁒䈏䦥㰈

䞖䦥䐪㕗

䄯䉡㶝㫴䟫䕌㢚’

䞖䄯㝁㶝䦥

䶍

䦥

䡅㕗䄯䞖㶝

䦥䡅㕗䄯䄯

㘆䉡䕌䞖㶝㰈

䶍

㫴㕗㷋㰈䉡

㻠㫴䟫䄯㬆

䦥䐪㕗䞖

“䨵䶍

㢚䉡䕌䟫㫴