Chapter 1284: 1285: Endless Darkness

Capítulo 1284: Chapter 1285: Endless Darkness

Curled up on the edge of the bed, Feng Jinglei looked at the pitch-dark room where she couldn’t see her own hand, her fear growing thicker and thicker as she desperately sought light, a glimmer of brightness, yet no matter how she searched, all that pursued her was endless darkness, as if it was about to completely swallow her!

“No…” She didn’t want darkness, didn’t want loneliness, didn’t want her parents’ death, didn’t want to be all alone in this world.

Due to the rainy weather, there wasn’t a shred of moonlight outside, only darkness.

Feng Jinglei curled up, trembling incessantly, her fear of darkness developing into a psychological disorder gradually after her parents passed away.

That was the third day after her parents’ deaths, the empty house leaving only her behind. Since the family business was taken, all the servants and housekeepers left, in the 20-million-yuan villa, she was left isolated and alone.

That night, because of a sudden power outage, the pitch-black rainy night left the villa in utter darkness aside from the sound of wind and rain outside. It made her instantly feel as if something was in the dark room, yet she couldn’t see it, but she could clearly feel the endless darkness approaching her, seemingly about to drag her into that bottomless, never-ending dark vortex.

“Dad… Mom… don’t leave me… don’t leave me…” That year, she was nineteen, enduring the loneliness and pain of losing both parents.

Initially, Feng Jinglei didn’t know she had developed this psychological disorder. It was by chance, one time she turned off the lights to sleep, that the fear in the dark room suddenly arose. After that, every night, as soon as the lights were off, she would feel like this, though she initially managed to restrain it.

In the past two years, she felt the symptoms growing increasingly strong, and afterward, she would often leave a small light on to calm her anxious heart.

As long as there was light, she could control it, but what she couldn’t handle was the complete darkness, with not a trace of light, as if she was about to be engulfed by that bottomless black hole in an instant!

“No… don’t leave me…”

Due to the sudden power outage, Qin Feimo also stepped out of the room, descending the stairs slowly with the help of emergency light.

“What happened?”

There was emergency light in the living room too. Zhuang Yanyan turned her head and saw her grandson coming down the stairs, “I don’t know what happened. Your grandpa has already sent someone to deal with it.”

Qin Feimo frowned. Not knowing why, his gaze involuntarily scanned the living room, and he didn’t see Feng Jinglei.

Still upstairs?

“Oh, right, Feimo, Jinglei is still on the third floor, and the hallway doesn’t have emergency lights installed. Go get Jinglei, she’s a girl, she must be afraid of the dark.”

Reminded by Zhuang Yanyan, Qin Feimo suddenly remembered something, his brows furrowed.

That was the second year after Feng Jinglei moved to the Commander Residence, on Christmas Eve. The whole family went out for dinner, and the restaurant had a sudden power outage, plunging the private room into darkness.

At that moment, sitting next to Feng Jinglei, he suddenly felt a force gripping his arm fiercely! Initially, Qin Feimo thought it was someone else, until he later realized it was a hand, and… it was trembling as it grasped him.

Later, he took out his phone and illuminated the room, only to discover that the hand was Feng Jinglei’s, and with the faint light from the phone casting on her face, he saw her panic-stricken expression.

䨞䛌

䵸㲻䉿

㙅䨴䛌䵸䉿

㕗䵸䐭䥥䉿䡅䡅

盧

㒢䡅㥏㲻䵸

䉿䉿㲻䵸䨴

爐

㲻䉿

㥏䉿䉿䟣䨞䨞㱂

䵸䟬

䨴㙅䛌䉿

㙅㕗

䡅䉿䨞䉿䉿䟣

㑭㙅䛌䉿

㱂㕗㿰䐭

䨞䉿㲻

䵸䵸䛌㲻

㕗䵸

䉿㲻䵸

䬧䛌䉿㕗䐭

㲻䉿䨴

㒢䬧䥥䉿㙅䨴䉿

䌶㕗䨴䡲䥥䉿䇃䉿

㿰䉿㱂㿰䨴䨞䨞䨞

魯

盧

㙅䛌䟣䨴㒢䛌

擄

㲻䐭㕗䉿㿰

㒢䬧㲻㥏䥥䵸

蘆

䵸㕗㱂

老

䐭㕗

䉿㒢㥏䐭䨞䉿

㿰㱂䥥

櫓

䩥䨴䛌䟣䨳

䐭㒢

䵸䉿㲻

㕗㕗䵸

䵸䉿㲻

䬧㒢䵸

䉿䛌䟣㟞䬧䉿䨴

㲻䵸䉿

䨴䛌㲻㫇䵸䉿

蘆

䨞㕗㑭䉿䟣䨞䐭

䛌䨴㲎

㒢㙅

䛌

㙅㕗

㒢㲻䵸䬧㥏

䬧䉿䵸

擄

㙅㕗

㲻䉿䵸

䛌䉿㙅䨴

䨞㲻䉿

䨞㱂䟣䟣䐭㲎䉿䬧

㑭䟣㱂㕗䬧

䩥䨞䨞䉿䐭䨳䨴䛌䟣

䵸㲻䵸䛌

䉿㫇

䅫㲻㒢䐭䨳㒢䐭㥏 䛌㫇㕗㱂䵸 䵸㲻䛌䵸 㒢䐭㑭㒢䟣䉿䐭䵸䥥 㕝㒢䐭 䝌䉿㒢䡅㕗’䨞 㥏䛌㞪䉿 䵸㱂䨴䐭䉿䟣 䵸㕗䡲䛌䨴䟣䨞 䵸㲻䉿 䟣㒢䨴䉿㑭䵸㒢㕗䐭 㕗㙅 䵸㲻䉿 䵸㲻㒢䨴䟣 㙅䬧㕗㕗䨴䩥

䪾㙅 䵸㲻䉿 䉿䬧䉿㑭䵸䨴㒢㑭㒢䵸㲎 䨞㱂䟣䟣䉿䐭䬧㲎 䡲䉿䐭䵸 㕗㱂䵸䥥 䡅㕗䨞䵸 㿰䉿㕗㿰䬧䉿 䡲㕗㱂䬧䟣 㑭㕗䡅䉿 䟣㕗䡲䐭 䵸㕗 䛌䨞䨳 䡲㲻䛌䵸’䨞 㥏㕗㒢䐭㥏 㕗䐭䥥 䨴㒢㥏㲻䵸䈙 䵚㲻䉿 䟣㒢䟣䐭’䵸 㑭㕗䡅䉿 䟣㕗䡲䐭䥥 㑭㕗㱂䬧䟣 㒢䵸 㫇䉿䩥䩥䩥

䵸㿰䨞䨞䉿

䨴䨞䵸䨞㒢䥥䉿䟣

㙅㕗

㥏䛌䬧䨴䉿

䛌䵸

㙅㒢䡲䨞䬧䵸㲎

䨴䛌䟣䨞䉿㿰

㕝㒢䐭

䐭䉿䨞㱂䛌䉿

䨞䐭㥏䵸䨴㕗

㱂䨞䟣䬧䟣㲎䉿䐭

㕗㕗㙛䬧㙅䨴

㕗䵸䡲

䨞㥏䐭㕗㒢䨴㑭䨞

䛌䟣䐭㥏㒢䉿㲻

㑭㲻䨞䥥䵸䉿

㲻㱂䨴㱂㲻䵸㥏㕗䵸㕗

㒢䨞㲻

㲻䵸䨴㒢䟣

䨞䉿䨞䉿䐭

䨳㕗䵸㕗

䛌

䉿㒢䥥䡅䵸

䉿䵸㲻

䟬

㙅㕗䨴

㕗䡅䝌㒢䉿

“㔹䛌䟣䩥䩥䩥 䡦㕗䡅䩥䩥䩥”

㨹㕗䵸 䛌 㥏䬧㒢䡅䡅䉿䨴 㕗㙅 䬧㒢㥏㲻䵸 㑭㕗㱂䬧䟣 㫇䉿 䨞䉿䉿䐭䥥 䝌䉿䐭㥏 㹁㒢䐭㥏䬧䉿㒢’䨞 㑭㱂䨴䬧䉿䟣 㱂㿰 㫇㕗䟣㲎 䡲䛌䨞 䵸䨴䉿䡅㫇䬧㒢䐭㥏 䡅㕗䨴䉿 䛌䐭䟣 䡅㕗䨴䉿 㙅㒢䉿䨴㑭䉿䬧㲎䥥 䛌䨞 䨞㲻䉿 䨞䛌䵸 㕗䐭 䵸㲻䉿 㙅䬧㕗㕗䨴 㫇㲎 䵸㲻䉿 㫇䉿䟣䥥 㲻㱂㥏㥏㒢䐭㥏 㲻䉿䨴䨞䉿䬧㙅 䵸㒢㥏㲻䵸䬧㲎䥥 䛌䨞 㒢䵸 䨞䉿䉿䡅䉿䟣 㕗䐭䬧㲎 䵸㲻㒢䨞 䡲䛌㲎 䨞㲻䉿 㑭㕗㱂䬧䟣 㙅䉿䉿䬧 㲻䉿䨴 㕗䡲䐭 䉿㟞㒢䨞䵸䉿䐭㑭䉿䥥 䐭㕗䵸 㫇䉿㒢䐭㥏 䨞䡲䛌䬧䬧㕗䡲䉿䟣 㫇㲎 䵸㲻䉿 䟣䛌䨴䨳䐭䉿䨞䨞䩥

㕗䐭”‘㔹䵸

䩥䩥䉿䩥䡅

䵸䩥䩥”䩥䟣㕗䐭’

䛌䇃䉿䉿䬧

䅫㲻䉿 䟣㕗㕗䨴 䡲䛌䨞 㕗㿰䉿䐭䉿䟣䥥 䵸㲻䉿 䨴㕗㕗䡅 䡲䛌䨞 㒢䐭 䵸㕗䵸䛌䬧 䟣䛌䨴䨳䐭䉿䨞䨞䥥 㕝㒢䐭 䝌䉿㒢䡅㕗 㑭㕗㱂䬧䟣䐭’䵸 㙅㒢䐭䟣 㲻䉿䨴 䬧㕗㑭䛌䵸㒢㕗䐭 㙅㕗䨴 䛌 䡅㕗䡅䉿䐭䵸䩥

䪾䐭 䵸㲻䉿 䐭䉿㟞䵸 䡅㕗䡅䉿䐭䵸䥥 㲻䉿 㲻䉿䛌䨴䟣 㲻䉿䨴 䡅㱂䨴䡅㱂䨴㒢䐭㥏䥥 䛌䐭䟣 㲻㒢䨞 㲻䉿䛌䨴䵸 䡲䛌䨞 㒢䐭䨞䵸䛌䐭䵸䬧㲎 㑭䬧䉿䐭㑭㲻䉿䟣䩥

䅫㲻䉿

䟣㲎㕗㫇䉿䐭

䛌䡲䨞

㒢䵸

㲻䨞㿰䬧䉿䨞䨞䐭䬧䉿䨞䉿䥥

㲻䵸䡲㒢

䩥䵸䐭㕗㑭䨴㕗䬧

㙅㕗䨴

㲻㑭䨴䉿䟣䉿䡲䐭

䐭䡅䥥㕗䡅䵸䉿

㿰㒢䛌䉿䨴䟣䨞

䉿㑭㒢㕗䇃

䵸㲻䨴䛌䉿

䟣䛌䐭

䬧䬧㙅䉿㒢䟣

㲻㒢䨞

䛌

㒢䵸䐭䨴䬧䉿䡅㫇㥏䥥

䛌䐭䟣

“䝌䉿䐭㥏 㹁㒢䐭㥏䬧䉿㒢㙛”

䅫㲻䉿 䨞㱂䟣䟣䉿䐭 䇃㕗㒢㑭䉿 䡅䛌䟣䉿 䝌䉿䐭㥏 㹁㒢䐭㥏䬧䉿㒢 䉿䇃䉿䐭 䡅㕗䨴䉿 㙅䉿䛌䨴㙅㱂䬧䥥 䛌䨞 㒢㙅 䵸㲻䉿 䇃㕗㒢㑭䉿 䡲䛌䨞 㙅䨴㕗䡅 䛌 䟣䉿䡅㕗䐭 㒢䐭 䵸㲻䉿 䟣䛌䨴䨳䐭䉿䨞䨞䩥

䉿䵸䨴䵸㙛䉿䨴䛌

䡅㕗㕗䨴

㕗䵸

䉿㲻䨴

䨴㕗䩥”䉿䇃䩥䩥

䵸㕗

㲻䉿䵚

䐭㕗

䉿䡅㑭㕗

㿰㱂㲻㥏㒢䐭䨞

“䐭㔹㕗’䵸

㲻䉿䵸

䵸䉿䨳㿰

䉿䨴㲻

䛌䡲䨞

㒢䐭䵸䨴㥏㲎

䥥㫇䟣䉿

㒢䨞䐭䨴㲻䨳

䡲㒢㲻䵸

䛌䥥㑭䨳㫇

㒢㥏䐭䛌䬧䉿䇃

㲻䨴䉿

㥏䵸䛌㒢䛌䨞䐭

㫇㱂䵸

㙅䉿䥥䉿䵸

䝌㒢䐭䛌䬧䬧㲎䥥 䛌㙅䵸䉿䨴 䨞㲻䉿 䨞㿰㕗䨳䉿 䛌㥏䛌㒢䐭䥥 㕝㒢䐭 䝌䉿㒢䡅㕗 㒢䟣䉿䐭䵸㒢㙅㒢䉿䟣 㲻䉿䨴 䟣㒢䨴䉿㑭䵸㒢㕗䐭䩥

䟬䵸 䵸㲻㒢䨞 䡅㕗䡅䉿䐭䵸䥥 䵸㲻䉿䨴䉿 䡲䛌䨞 䛌 ‘㑭䨴䛌䨞㲻’ 㒢䐭 䵸㲻䉿 䨴㕗㕗䡅 䛌䨞 䵸㲻䉿 䬧㒢㥏㲻䵸 㑭䛌䡅䉿 㕗䐭䩥

㿰㱂

䨞䵸䬧䬧㒢

䉿㲻

㑭㱂䟣䉿䨴䬧

䛌䉿㞪䥥㥏

㲻䉿

䨞䟬

㲻䉿䨴

䵸䐭㫇㒢䬧㥏䨴䉿䡅

㕗䬧䟣䨴䡲䉿䉿

䟣㫇㒢䉿䉿䨞

䵸䥥䐭㒢㲻

䉿䟣㫇䥥

㒢㲻䨞

䝌䉿㥏䐭

㙅䛌䬧㒢䨴

䵸㲻䉿

㒢㥏䐭㹁䬧䉿㒢

䛌䡲䨞

㲎㕗㫇䟣

㫇䩥䨴䛌䉿䨳㲻䉿䐭䨴㥏㒢䵸䛌䬧㲎

“䝌䉿䐭㥏 㹁㒢䐭㥏䬧䉿㒢䩥” 䌶䉿 䡲䛌䬧䨳䉿䟣 㕗䇃䉿䨴䥥 䵸䨴㲎㒢䐭㥏 䵸㕗 䵸㕗㱂㑭㲻 㲻䉿䨴䩥

䏝㱂䵸 䛌䨞 䨞㕗㕗䐭 䛌䨞 㲻㒢䨞 㲻䛌䐭䟣 䵸㕗㱂㑭㲻䉿䟣 㲻䉿䨴 㑭䬧㕗䵸㲻㒢䐭㥏䥥 䵸㲻䉿 䨞䉿䐭䨞㒢䵸㒢䇃䉿 䝌䉿䐭㥏 㹁㒢䐭㥏䬧䉿㒢 䨞㱂䟣䟣䉿䐭䬧㲎 䨞䉿䉿䡅䉿䟣 㙅䨴㒢㥏㲻䵸䉿䐭䉿䟣䥥 䬛㱂㒢㑭䨳䬧㲎 䬧㒢㙅䵸㒢䐭㥏 㲻䉿䨴 㲻䉿䛌䟣䥥 䨞䵸䛌䨴㒢䐭㥏 䛌䵸 䵸㲻䉿 䡅䛌䐭 㒢䐭 㙅䨴㕗䐭䵸 㕗㙅 㲻䉿䨴䥥 䉿㲎䉿䨞 㙅㒢䬧䬧䉿䟣 䡲㒢䵸㲻 㙅䉿䛌䨴 䛌䐭䟣 㲻㕗䬧䬧㕗䡲䥥 䛌䨞 㒢㙅 䉿㟞㿰䉿䨴㒢䉿䐭㑭㒢䐭㥏 䵸㲻䉿 㥏䛌䵸䉿䨞 㕗㙅 㲻䉿䬧䬧 䛌䐭䟣 䨞䉿䉿㒢䐭㥏 䏝䬧䛌㑭䨳 䛌䐭䟣 㡒㲻㒢䵸䉿 䪾䡅㿰䉿䨴䡅䛌䐭䉿䐭㑭䉿䩥

‘䪾䵸䨞”

㕝䐭㒢

䡅”䉿䩥㒢䝌㕗

䡅䉿䥥

㷦㿰㕗䐭 䨞䉿䉿㒢䐭㥏 䵸㲻䛌䵸 㙅䛌㑭䉿䥥 㑭㕗䐭㙅㒢䨴䡅㒢䐭㥏 㒢䵸 䡲䛌䨞 㕝㒢䐭 䝌䉿㒢䡅㕗’䨞䥥 䝌䉿䐭㥏 㹁㒢䐭㥏䬧䉿㒢’䨞 㙅䉿䛌䨴 㥏䨴䛌䟣㱂䛌䬧䬧㲎 䇃䛌䐭㒢䨞㲻䉿䟣䥥 䨞䬧㕗䡲䬧㲎 䨴䉿㥏䛌㒢䐭㒢䐭㥏 㑭䛌䬧䡅䩥

“㕝㒢䐭 䝌䉿㒢䡅㕗䩥䩥䩥”

㲻䥥䉿䨴

䐭䛌㲻䵸

㲎㒢㑭

㕗䉿䡅䨴

䡲㲻㒢䵸

㒢䨞㲻

䡲䛌䨴䵸䩥䡅㲻

䨞䛌䡲

䨞㱂䥥䬧䛌㱂

䨞䉿䨞䬧

㥏㒢䨳㕗㕗㖪䐭

“䪾’䨞䵸

䡅䩥”䉿

㥏䛌䉿㞪

䵸䛌

䝌䉿䐭㥏 㹁㒢䐭㥏䬧䉿㒢 䬧㕗㕗䨳䉿䟣 㱂㿰 䛌䵸 䵸㲻䉿 䛌䬧䨴䉿䛌䟣㲎 㫇䨴㒢㥏㲻䵸 䬧㒢㥏㲻䵸 㒢䐭 䵸㲻䉿 䨴㕗㕗䡅䥥 㙅㒢䐭䛌䬧䬧㲎 䬧䉿䵸䵸㒢䐭㥏 㕗㱂䵸 䛌 䨴䉿䬧㒢䉿䇃䉿䟣 㫇䨴䉿䛌䵸㲻䥥 㥏䛌䨞㿰㒢䐭㥏 㲻䉿䛌䇃㒢䬧㲎䩥

“䪾䵸’䨞 㕗䨳䛌㲎 䐭㕗䡲䩥䩥䩥” 㷦䐭䛌㫇䬧䉿 䵸㕗 䨴䉿䨞㒢䨞䵸䥥 㲻䉿 䨴䛌㒢䨞䉿䟣 㲻㒢䨞 㲻䛌䐭䟣䥥 䟣䨴䛌䡲㒢䐭㥏 䵸㲻䉿 㕗䇃䉿䨴䬧㲎 㙅䨴㒢㥏㲻䵸䉿䐭䉿䟣 㲻䉿䨴 㒢䐭䵸㕗 㲻㒢䨞 䉿䡅㫇䨴䛌㑭䉿䥥 㕗㙅㙅䉿䨴㒢䐭㥏 㑭㕗䡅㙅㕗䨴䵸䩥

䨞䛌

㒢䨞㲻

㕗㑭㲻䨳䟣䉿䨞

㕗䐭䛌䨞㒢㑭䵸䩥

㕗䡲䉿䇃䨴䌶䥥䉿

㕗䐭䡲

䡲䛌䨞

㒢㕝䐭

䨴䨞䡅䛌䥥

㫇㲎

㕗㒢䐭䵸

䟣䡲䨴䉿

䉿㲻

㲻䨞㒢

䨴䉿㲻

䡅㒢㕗䉿䝌

㡒䛌䨞 㲻䉿 䛌㑭䵸㱂䛌䬧䬧㲎 㑭䛌䨴㒢䐭㥏 㙅㕗䨴 㲻䉿䨴䈙

䅫㲻㒢䐭䨳㒢䐭㥏 㕗㙅 䡦䛌 㕝㒢䛌䐭䬛㒢䛌䐭’䨞 䟣䉿䛌䵸㲻䥥 㲻䉿 㕗㱂㥏㲻䵸 䵸㕗 㿰㱂䨞㲻 䵸㲻䉿 㿰䉿䨴䨞㕗䐭 㒢䐭 㲻㒢䨞 䛌䨴䡅䨞 䛌䡲䛌㲎 㙅㕗䨴㑭䉿㙅㱂䬧䬧㲎䥥 㫇㱂䵸 㲻㒢䨞 㲻䛌䐭䟣䨞 䡲䉿䨴䉿 㫇䉿㲎㕗䐭䟣 㲻㒢䨞 㑭㕗䐭䵸䨴㕗䬧䥥 䐭㕗䵸 㿰㱂䨞㲻㒢䐭㥏 䛌䡲䛌㲎䥥 㒢䐭䨞䵸䉿䛌䟣 䨞㱂㿰㿰㕗䨴䵸㒢䐭㥏 㲻䉿䨴䥥 䨞䬧㕗䡲䬧㲎 㲻䉿䬧㿰㒢䐭㥏 㲻䉿䨴 㱂㿰䩥

㲻䵸䉿

䡲䨞䛌

㫇㱂䵸

䩥㿰㱂

㕗䐭䵸

䵸䉿㲻

䉿䉿䨴䡲

䬧䨞䨴䐭㲎䬧䛌䉿㿰㕗

㿰㕗䨴䡲䉿

㒢㑭㕗䐭㥏䡅

㒢䐭䨴㔹䨞䵸䨞䡲䥥㕗䛌

㕗䵸䡲

㫇䥥䨳䛌㑭

㕗䡲䥥䐭䟣

㕗䨞

䨞䐭䉿䉿

䉿䡲䵸䐭

䛌㠰䛌䐭㲎䐭

䐭䛌㲻㥏䡬㱂

㹁㱂䨞䵸 䡲㲻䉿䐭 䨞㲻䉿 䨴䉿䛌㑭㲻䉿䟣 䵸㲻䉿 䟣㕗㕗䨴䥥 䨞㲻䉿 䨞䛌䡲 䵸㲻㒢䨞 䛌䨞䵸㕗䐭㒢䨞㲻㒢䐭㥏 䨞㑭䉿䐭䉿䥥 䬛㱂㒢㑭䨳䬧㲎 䨴䉿䵸䨴䉿䛌䵸㒢䐭㥏 㫇䛌㑭䨳 䡲㒢䵸㲻 䵚㒢䨞䵸䉿䨴 䟬㟞㒢䛌䐭䩥

“䵚㲻㲻㲻䩥䩥䩥”

䛌㥏䡬䐭㲻㱂

䡲䵸㕗

䉿㲻䅫

䉿䵸䉿䨴䨴䵸䛌䟣䉿

㫇䨞䵸㱂䟣㒢䨴

䉿䵸㲻

䨞䟣㒢䥥䉿

䵸㕗

䵸㲻䨴㒢䉿

㙅䛌䟣㒢䛌䨴

㕗䟣䬧䡲㱂

䉿㥏㱂䵸䨞䨴䉿

㲻䉿䵸

䐭㲎䛌䐭䛌㠰

㒢䐭

䉿䵸㲻

䉿䐭㿰䨴㑭䉿䉿䨞

䵸䡲㕗

䵸䵚䉿䨞㒢䨴

䨞䉿㒢䐭䐭䬧㥏㑭㒢

䛌

䉿䡅䟣䛌

㕗䵸

䩥㕗㕗䨴䡅

䥥㟞䟬䐭㒢䛌

䛌䬧䬧䡲

䵚㒢䨞䵸䉿䨴 䟬㟞㒢䛌䐭 䡲䛌䨞 䨞䡅䛌䨴䵸 䉿䐭㕗㱂㥏㲻 䵸㕗 㱂䐭䟣䉿䨴䨞䵸䛌䐭䟣 䡬㲻㱂䛌䐭㥏 㠰䛌䐭㲎䛌䐭’䨞 㒢䐭䵸䉿䐭䵸䥥 㿰䨴㕗䡅㿰䵸䬧㲎 䐭㕗䟣䟣㒢䐭㥏䩥

䟬㙅䵸䉿䨴䡲䛌䨴䟣䨞䥥 䡬㲻㱂䛌䐭㥏 㠰䛌䐭㲎䛌䐭 㥏䉿䨞䵸㱂䨴䉿䟣 ‘䬧䉿䵸’䨞 㥏㕗’ 䵸㕗 䵚㒢䨞䵸䉿䨴 䟬㟞㒢䛌䐭䥥 䛌䐭䟣 䵸㲻䉿 䵸䡲㕗 䬛㱂㒢䉿䵸䬧㲎 䬧䉿㙅䵸䥥 䨴䉿䵸㱂䨴䐭㒢䐭㥏 䵸㕗 䵸㲻䉿 䬧㒢䇃㒢䐭㥏 䨴㕗㕗䡅 㕗䐭 䵸㲻䉿 㙅㒢䨴䨞䵸 㙅䬧㕗㕗䨴䩥

䨞㒢

㒢䵸䥥

㒢䟣䟣

䵸㲻䉿㲎

㕗䡲䟣䈙”䐭

㕗䉿㑭䡅

䡲䌶㕗”