Novel Bin
Chapter 1127: Blind Love Mess People Up
Chapter 1127: Blind Love Mess People Up
In Shao Kang's memory, his daughter had always been proud and aloof, a true rich young lady through and through. Growing up in a good family, pampered by him, and attractive, she had always been surrounded by boys trying to win her favor, but she had never given them a second glance.
However, after meeting He Ping, it was as though she had been cursed. She became completely obsessed with He Ping, to the point of being unrecognizable. It was completely out of character for her. According to her temperament, even if she liked He Ping, she would never have allowed him to treat her so coldly, especially when he behaved so poorly toward her. She had too much pride for that.
But now, there was no trace of her old self. Shao Kang hadn't noticed anything amiss before, but Zhouzhou's comment made him realize that something was terribly wrong.
His expression grew serious, and he gestured for Zhouzhou to come in, saying, "Little girl, come in and sit down. Let's talk."
His attitude had completely shifted from the earlier anger. Zhouzhou didn't mind and followed him inside.
Qin Er and Qin Lie exchanged glances. From their previous conversation, they had already guessed something, and now they were even more curious about what had happened.
Shao Kang poured them some water, but there was no time for pleasantries. He turned to Zhouzhou and quickly asked, "Little girl, you said something's wrong with Shanshan, what happened? Is it possible she's possessed by a ghost or something?"
Zhouzhou gave a wry smile and looked at him. "No, nothing like that. If it were, I would have noticed when I first met her."
Back when she had read Shanshan's fortune, Zhouzhou had focused mostly on her love life and hadn't noticed any issues with her character. Thankfully, Ancestral Master's talisman had alerted her to something unusual. But she still wasn't sure what was really going on with Shanshan.
Zhouzhou asked, "Uncle, has Shanshan ever gone through anything strange or unusual?"
Shao Kang furrowed his brows, thinking carefully for a moment. After two minutes, he slowly shook his head. "No, Shanshan's always been very capable and motivated. We had planned for her to take over the company after graduating from university. Who would have thought..."
His voice trailed off in frustration. "Who would have thought she met He Ping and started chasing after him? It's been two years since she graduated, but she still hasn't taken over the company."
Zhouzhou squinted her eyes. "So everything changed with He Ping, right? She started acting strangely only after meeting him?"
Shao Kang nodded firmly. "Yes, exactly."
He used to complain to himself about how hopeless a lovestruck girl Shanshan had become, but he never thought there was a deeper cause behind it.
Qin Er then spoke up. "Sometimes, love can really change a person's character."
Zhouzhou shook her head. "That's not it. A person's actions will definitely be influenced by their emotions, but Shanshan's change is way too extreme."
"The most important thing is, He Ping doesn't deserve such a drastic change in her."
Her words struck a chord with Shao Kang.
"Exactly!" He slapped his thigh in frustration and looked at Zhouzhou with admiration, "That guy is poor, sensitive, and fake to the extreme. He's always claiming he doesn't care about money, but he's obsessed with it."
Shao Kang's face twisted in mockery.
"I don't think there's anything wrong with loving money."
Sometimes, it's not about whether you like it or not. The reality is just like that.
"He Ping's mother is sick, but it's not like we caused it. We even gave him money for her treatment. Is there something wrong with that?"
Once he started venting, Shao Kang couldn't stop himself.
Zhouzhou nodded in agreement, "Brother Dafu's right, he's just jealous of the rich."
"Exactly!" Shao Kang gave Qin Er an approving glance, becoming more and more fond of him. Not only was he diligent, but he also had good judgment.
He liked him even more.
Shao Kang began to think of a way to make Qin Er his son-in-law. With him as a son-in-law, he could be sure Shanshan would be taken good care of.
Lost in thought, Shao Kang was suddenly overcome with excitement and coughed violently. His face turned red and purple from the coughing fit.
Zhouzhou quickly checked his pulse, frowned, and took out a pill to give him.
Within moments, Shao Kang felt much better, surprised at how quickly the medicine worked. "Little girl, your medicine is really good."
Zhouzhou held him up. "Uncle, your health is poor."
Shao Kang sighed bitterly. He was well aware of his own condition, which was why he had been in such a rush to find someone who could look after Shanshan. Otherwise, he would die with regrets.
He waved his hand, not wanting to talk about it further.
Instead, he turned the conversation back to Shanshan. "Little girl, if you think something's wrong with Shanshan, maybe it would be better to see her in person. Shall I call her over?"
Zhouzhou nodded. "Sure."
Shao Kang called Shanshan's driver and asked where she was. After hearing the answer, his anger flared up. "Why is she going to the hospital to see that guy again?"
Shao Kang's frustration made him cough even more.
"What's so good about that guy that she's so obsessed with him?"
Qin Er was also puzzled. Yesterday, Shanshan had seemed so determined. When He Ping broke up with her, she hadn't said much, but now she was going back to him to try and get back together? Even he could sense that something was odd in the situation.
It didn't feel right.
Zhouzhou's face also grew serious. She suddenly stood up. "I'm going to find sister."
She had to get to the bottom of this. If she didn't, she wouldn't be able to sleep soundly tonight.
After making some progress with her missing Merits, she couldn't just let this slide.
She wasn't about to live with a missing piece of golden light on her forehead
Without a second thought, Zhouzhou turned to Qin Lie.
Seeing her expression, Qin Lie didn't say anything. He grabbed the car keys and headed outside.
Shao Kang watched them leave and couldn't help but click his tongue.
He had heard that Qin Lie spoiled his daughter, but he never thought it was to this extent. It was as though he had no principles—willingly accompanying her on a late-night trip without a single complaint.
He finally understood why Qin Lie would be the one to do this.
Zhouzhou's charm was irresistible.
Thinking of this, Shao Kang hurried to follow them.
On the way, he couldn't help but ask Zhouzhou, "Little girl, what do you think is wrong with Shanshan?"
Zhouzhou shook her head. "I don't know. Her face and fortune don't seem to suggest anything's wrong."
"Then how do you explain her sudden change in character?" Shao Kang asked, confused.
Zhouzhou thought for a moment, tapping her chin. "Maybe it's because she met someone she likes and became a hopeless lovestruck fool."
Shao Kang: "...But didn't you just deny that yourself?"
Zhouzhou wasn't sure either. It was just a guess.
"If that's really the case..." she sighed. "Blind love really does mess people up."
Hearing this, Qin Lie nodded. "And it wastes money."
Qin Er added, "Look, so much money spent, and it's all going to someone else, and she's still getting scolded. Zhouzhou, remember, never get a boyfriend."
Zhouzhou answered firmly, "Got it!"
䯭䗨䪧 䈧䆻䬶䙡 䨼䆻䪧 㠰䆻䏻䎓㝚 䬶䝈䙡䆻䏻䝈㸞 䡤䃑䃗䆻䭒䭒㸞㾣 䯭䙡 䈧䙡䝈㘶 䃄䆻㠰 䈧䱗䏻 䃗䙡䏻 㠰䆻䡤㼵䃗㘶䙡䏻㼘
"䝧䃗䆻䃑䪧䃗䆻䃑 䗨䪧 䆻 䈧䡤㘶䡤䏻䙡 䭒䱗䨼䙡䏻䃗䱗䡤䪧䙡㼘 㟕䱗䡤 㠰䱗䃑'㘶 䎓䃑䱗䨼㝚 䪧䃗䙡'䪧 䃗䙡䝈䭒䙡㠰 䂕䙡 䪧䙡䬶䡤䏻䙡 䪧䱗 䂕䆻䃑㸞 䭒䏻䱗䲠䙡䬶㘶䪧㼘"
㹊䗨䃑 䟝䏻 䃑䱗㠰㠰䙡㠰 䪧䝈䱗䨼䝈㸞㝚 㘶䃗䙡䃑 䪧䆻䗨㠰 㘶䃗䱗䡤㼵䃗㘶䈧䡤䝈䝈㸞㝚 "䪃䙡䝈䝈㝚 䆻㘶 䝈䙡䆻䪧㘶 䪧䃗䙡 䨼䆻䪧 䭒䏻䙡㘶㘶㸞 䗨䂕䭒䏻䙡䪧䪧䗨㞔䙡 䃄䙡䈧䱗䏻䙡 䪧䃗䙡 䂕䙡㘶 䯭䙡 㖓䗨䃑㼵㾣"
䝧䃗䆻䱗 䣊䆻䃑㼵㖇 "㾣㾣㾣㾣㾣㾣" 䯭䙡 䨼䆻䪧 䪧㘶䆻䏻㘶䗨䃑㼵 㘶䱗 䈧䙡䙡䝈 䝈䗨䎓䙡 䃗䙡 䂕䗨㼵䃗㘶 㼵䙡㘶 䬶䱗䃑㞔䗨䃑䬶䙡㠰 䃄㸞 㘶䃗䙡䗨䏻 䆻䏻㼵䡤䂕䙡䃑㘶䪧㾣
䯭䙡 䏻䙡䆻䝈䗨䯂䙡㠰 䃗䙡 䨼䆻䪧 䆻䬶㘶䡤䆻䝈䝈㸞 䆻㼵䏻䙡䙡䗨䃑㼵 䨼䗨㘶䃗 䆻 䝈䱗㘶 䱗䈧 䨼䃗䆻㘶 㘶䃗䙡㸞 䨼䙡䏻䙡 䪧䆻㸞䗨䃑㼵㝚 䃄䡤㘶 䃗䗨䪧 䃗䙡䆻䏻㘶 䆻䬶䃗䙡㠰 䆻 䃄䗨㘶㾣 㼂䈧 䱗䃑䝈㸞 㘶䃗䙡䏻䙡 䨼䙡䏻䙡 䪧䱗䂕䙡 䪧䱗䏻㘶 䱗䈧 "䃗䙡䆻䏻㘶䃄䏻䙡䆻䎓 䏻䙡䂕䱗㞔䆻䝈" 䂕䆻㼵䗨䬶㝚 䃗䙡'㠰 䡤䪧䙡 䗨㘶 㘶䱗 䈧䗨㳕 䃗䙡䏻 䝈䱗㞔䙡 䝈䗨䈧䙡 䏻䗨㼵䃗㘶 䆻㘶 㘶䃗䙡 䏻䱗䱗㘶㾣
䕴䙡䆻䃑䨼䃗䗨䝈䙡㝚 㹊䗨䃑 㓠䗨䙡 䆻䃑㠰 㹊䗨䃑 䟝䏻 䡤䪧䙡㠰 䝧䃗䆻䱗 䝧䃗䆻䃑䪧䃗䆻䃑 䆻䪧 䆻䃑 䙡㳕䆻䂕䭒䝈䙡 㘶䱗 㘶䙡䆻䬶䃗 㼿䃗䱗䡤䯂䃗䱗䡤 䃑䱗㘶 㘶䱗 䬶䱗䂕䭒䏻䱗䂕䗨䪧䙡 䃄䱗䡤䃑㠰䝈䙡䪧䪧䝈㸞 䨼䃗䙡䃑 䗨䃑 䆻 䏻䙡䝈䆻㘶䗨䱗䃑䪧䃗䗨䭒㾣 㼂䈧 䆻䃑㸞䱗䃑䙡 㠰䆻䏻䙡㠰 䬶䱗䃑䈧䙡䪧䪧 㘶䱗 䃗䙡䏻㝚 㘶䃗䙡㸞'㠰 䲠䡤䪧㘶 䎓䗨䬶䎓 㘶䃗䙡䂕 䱗䡤㘶㝚 䃑䱗 㻃䡤䙡䪧㘶䗨䱗䃑䪧 䆻䪧䎓䙡㠰㾣
㼿䃗䱗䡤䯂䃗䱗䡤㝚 䨼䗨㘶䃗 䃗䙡䏻 䃗䙡䆻㠰 䃗䙡䝈㠰 䃗䗨㼵䃗㝚 䏻䙡䭒䝈䗨䙡㠰 䬶䱗䃑䈧䗨㠰䙡䃑㘶䝈㸞㝚 "䜌䆻㠰㝚 䛮䏻䱗㘶䃗䙡䏻 䜌䆻䈧䡤㝚 㼂 䪧㘶䗨䝈䝈 䏻䙡䂕䙡䂕䃄䙡䏻䙡㠰 䗨㘶㼘" 䝧䃗䙡 䏻䆻䗨䪧䙡㠰 䃗䙡䏻 䈧䗨䪧㘶 䗨䃑 䆻 䂕䱗䬶䎓 㘶䃗䏻䙡䆻㘶 䆻䃑㠰 䆻㠰㠰䙡㠰㝚 "䴆䃗䆻㘶 㼵䡤㸞 䨼䃗䱗 䬶䱗䃑䈧䙡䪧䪧䙡㠰 㘶䱗 䂕䙡䟟 䯭䙡 䬶䱗䪧㘶 䂕䙡 䆻 㘶䱗䃑 䱗䈧 䂕䱗䃑䙡㸞㼘"
䟝㞔䙡䃑 㘶䃗䱗䡤㼵䃗 䗨㘶 䨼䆻䪧 㘶䙡䃑 㸞䙡䆻䏻䪧 䆻㼵䱗 䆻䃑㠰 䃗䆻䭒䭒䙡䃑䙡㠰 䨼䃗䙡䃑 䪧䃗䙡 䨼䆻䪧 䪧㘶䗨䝈䝈 䗨䃑 䙡䝈䙡䂕䙡䃑㘶䆻䏻㸞 䪧䬶䃗䱗䱗䝈㝚 䪧䃗䙡 䪧㘶䗨䝈䝈 䏻䙡䂕䙡䂕䃄䙡䏻䙡㠰 䗨㘶 㞔䗨㞔䗨㠰䝈㸞㼘
㹊䗨䃑 㓠䗨䙡 䃑䱗㠰㠰䙡㠰 䨼䗨㘶䃗 䪧䆻㘶䗨䪧䈧䆻䬶㘶䗨䱗䃑㾣 䯭䙡 䈧䙡䝈㘶 䬶䱗䃑䈧䗨㠰䙡䃑㘶 䃑䱗 䱗䃑䙡 䨼䱗䡤䝈㠰 䃄䙡 䆻䃄䝈䙡 㘶䱗 㘶䆻䎓䙡 䃗䗨䪧 㠰䆻䡤㼵䃗㘶䙡䏻 䆻䨼䆻㸞 䃑䱗䨼㾣
䝧䃗䆻䱗 䣊䆻䃑㼵㝚 㘶䃗䱗䡤㼵䃗㝚 䬶䱗䡤䝈㠰䃑'㘶 䃗䙡䝈䭒 䃄䡤㘶 䈧䙡䙡䝈 䃄䱗㘶䃗 䙡䃑㞔䗨䱗䡤䪧 䆻䃑㠰 䏻䙡㼵䏻䙡㘶䈧䡤䝈㾣 䯭䙡'㠰 䂕䗨䪧䪧䙡㠰 䃗䗨䪧 䬶䃗䆻䃑䬶䙡 㘶䱗 㼵䡤䗨㠰䙡 䃗䗨䪧 䱗䨼䃑 㠰䆻䡤㼵䃗㘶䙡䏻 㠰䱗䨼䃑 䆻 䪧䗨䂕䗨䝈䆻䏻 䭒䆻㘶䃗 䨼䃗䙡䃑 䪧䃗䙡 䨼䆻䪧 㸞䱗䡤䃑㼵䙡䏻㾣
㓠䱗䱗䎓䗨䃑㼵 䆻㘶 㼿䃗䱗䡤䯂䃗䱗䡤㝚 䨼䃗䱗 䨼䆻䪧 䱗䃄䙡㠰䗨䙡䃑㘶 䆻䃑㠰 䃗䆻㠰 䯂䙡䏻䱗 䗨䃑㘶䙡䏻䙡䪧㘶 䗨䃑 䂕䙡䃑㝚 䃗䙡 䪧䗨㼵䃗䙡㠰 㠰䙡䙡䭒䝈㸞 䆻䃑㠰 䪧䝈㸞䝈㸞 䆻䪧䎓䙡㠰㝚 "䕴䏻㾣 㹊䗨䃑㝚 䃗䱗䨼 㠰䗨㠰 㸞䱗䡤 䂕䆻䃑䆻㼵䙡 㘶䱗 䏻䆻䗨䪧䙡 㸞䱗䡤䏻 㠰䆻䡤㼵䃗㘶䙡䏻 㘶䱗 䝈䗨䪧㘶䙡䃑 㘶䱗 㸞䱗䡤䏻 䨼䱗䏻㠰䪧䟟"
䀗 㠰䆻㠰㠰㸞'䪧 㼵䗨䏻䝈 䂕䙡䆻䃑䪧 㘶䃗䆻㘶 䆻䃑㸞㘶䃗䗨䃑㼵 䃗䙡䏻 㠰䆻㠰 䪧䆻㸞䪧 䗨䪧 䝈䗨䎓䙡 䆻 䏻䱗㸞䆻䝈 㠰䙡䬶䏻䙡䙡—䪧䃗䙡 䏻䙡䂕䙡䂕䃄䙡䏻䪧 䙡㞔䙡䏻㸞 䨼䱗䏻㠰 䆻䃑㠰 䭒䏻䱗䡤㠰䝈㸞 䏻䙡䭒䙡䆻㘶䪧 䗨㘶㾣
㼿䃗䱗䡤䯂䃗䱗䡤 䬶䱗䃑㘶䗨䃑䡤䙡㠰 㘶䱗 䭒䏻䱗䡤㠰䝈㸞 㠰䙡䬶䝈䆻䏻䙡㝚 "䕴㸞 㠰䆻㠰 䆻䝈䨼䆻㸞䪧 䪧䆻㸞䪧㖇 '㓠䗨䪧㘶䙡䃑 㘶䱗 㸞䱗䡤䏻 㠰䆻㠰㝚 㸞䱗䡤 䨼䱗䃑'㘶 㼵䱗 䨼䏻䱗䃑㼵㼘'"
㟕䙡䆻䃗㝚 䃗䙡 䬶䱗䡤䝈㠰 䪧䙡䙡 䗨㘶 䃑䱗䨼—㘶䃗䗨䪧 䨼䆻䪧 䗨䂕䭒䱗䪧䪧䗨䃄䝈䙡 㘶䱗 䝈䙡䆻䏻䃑㾣
䴆䃗䙡 䎓䙡㸞 㘶䱗 䏻䆻䗨䪧䗨䃑㼵 䆻 "㠰䆻㠰㠰㸞'䪧 㼵䗨䏻䝈" 䨼䆻䪧 㘶䃗䆻㘶 㘶䃗䙡 䬶䃗䗨䝈㠰 䃗䆻㠰 㘶䱗 䃄䙡 䃑䆻䗨㞔䙡 䆻䃑㠰 䙡䆻䪧㸞 㘶䱗 䈧䱗䱗䝈㾣
㲾䃑䝈䗨䎓䙡 㘶䃗䗨䪧 㼵䗨䏻䝈—䆻䝈䏻䙡䆻㠰㸞 䆻䃄䱗䡤㘶 㘶䱗 䙡䃑㘶䙡䏻 䬶䱗䝈䝈䙡㼵䙡 䆻䃑㠰 䪧㘶䗨䝈䝈 䪧䱗 䙡䆻䪧㸞 㘶䱗 䈧䱗䱗䝈㾣
㦒䱗㘶 㼵䱗䃑䃑䆻 䝈䗨䙡㝚 䃗䙡 䨼䆻䪧 䎓䗨䃑㠰 䱗䈧 䙡䃑㞔䗨䱗䡤䪧㾣
䯭䙡 㠰䗨㠰䃑'㘶 䨼䆻䃑㘶 㘶䱗 㘶䆻䝈䎓 䆻䃑㸞䂕䱗䏻䙡㾣
䯭䙡 䨼䆻䪧 䙡䂕䱗㘶䗨䱗䃑䆻䝈䝈㸞 㠰䆻䂕䆻㼵䙡㠰㾣 䜌䙡䭒䏻䙡䪧䪧䙡㠰㾣
䴆䃗䙡 㹊䗨䃑 䈧䆻䂕䗨䝈㸞 䂕䙡䂕䃄䙡䏻䪧 䃗䆻䭒䭒䗨䝈㸞 䬶䃗䆻㘶㘶䙡㠰 䆻䝈䝈 㘶䃗䙡 䨼䆻㸞 㘶䱗 㘶䃗䙡 䃗䱗䪧䭒䗨㘶䆻䝈㾣 䀗䈧㘶䙡䏻 㼵䙡㘶㘶䗨䃑㼵 䱗䡤㘶 䱗䈧 㘶䃗䙡 䬶䆻䏻㝚 㼿䃗䱗䡤䯂䃗䱗䡤 䃗䡤㼵㼵䙡㠰 䃗䙡䏻 䝈䗨㘶㘶䝈䙡 䬶䱗䂕䭒䆻䪧䪧 䆻䃑㠰 䃗䙡䆻㠰䙡㠰 䪧㘶䏻䆻䗨㼵䃗㘶 㘶䱗䨼䆻䏻㠰 䝧䃗䆻䱗 䝧䃗䆻䃑䪧䃗䆻䃑'䪧 㠰䗨䏻䙡䬶㘶䗨䱗䃑㾣
䝧䃗䆻䱗 䣊䆻䃑㼵 䬶䱗䡤䝈㠰䃑'㘶 䃗䙡䝈䭒 䃄䡤㘶 㠰䙡䈧䙡䃑㠰 䃗䗨䪧 㠰䆻䡤㼵䃗㘶䙡䏻 䆻㼵䆻䗨䃑㾣 "䕴㸞 䝧䃗䆻䃑䪧䃗䆻䃑 䗨䪧 㠰䙡䈧䗨䃑䗨㘶䙡䝈㸞 䃑䱗㘶 䆻 䝈䱗㞔䙡䪧㘶䏻䡤䬶䎓 䈧䱗䱗䝈㾣"
䀗䪧 㘶䃗䙡㸞 䭒䆻䪧䪧䙡㠰 㘶䃗䙡 䃑䡤䏻䪧䙡'䪧 䪧㘶䆻㘶䗨䱗䃑㝚 㘶䃗䙡㸞 䱗㞔䙡䏻䃗䙡䆻䏻㠰 㘶䃗䙡 䃑䡤䏻䪧䙡䪧 㘶䆻䝈䎓䗨䃑㼵 䗨䃑䪧䗨㠰䙡㖇
"䴆䃗䆻㘶 㼵䗨䏻䝈 䗨䪧 㘶䃗䙡 㠰䆻䡤㼵䃗㘶䙡䏻䉦䗨䃑䉦䝈䆻䨼 䱗䈧 㘶䃗䙡 䱗䝈㠰 䝈䆻㠰㸞 䗨䃑 㯦䱗䱗䂕 䮓㾣 䝧䃗䙡'䪧 䪧䱗 䈧䗨䝈䗨䆻䝈㝚 䪧㘶䆻㸞䗨䃑㼵 䡤䭒 䆻䝈䝈 䃑䗨㼵䃗㘶 㘶䆻䎓䗨䃑㼵 䬶䆻䏻䙡 䱗䈧 䃗䙡䏻㾣"
"㟕䱗䡤 㼵䡤㸞䪧 㠰䱗䃑'㘶 䎓䃑䱗䨼 䆻䃑㸞㘶䃗䗨䃑㼵㾣 㼂 䆻䝈䏻䙡䆻㠰㸞 䆻䪧䎓䙡㠰—㘶䃗䙡 䱗䝈㠰 䝈䆻㠰㸞 䪧䆻䗨㠰 㘶䃗䗨䪧 䱗䃑䙡 䗨䪧䃑'㘶 䃗䙡䏻 㠰䆻䡤㼵䃗㘶䙡䏻䉦䗨䃑䉦䝈䆻䨼㾣 䴆䃗䙡 䏻䙡䆻䝈 䱗䃑䙡 䗨䪧 㘶䃗䙡 㼵䗨䏻䝈 䨼䃗䱗 䆻䝈䨼䆻㸞䪧 䨼䙡䆻䏻䪧 䨼䃗䗨㘶䙡 㠰䏻䙡䪧䪧䙡䪧㾣 䴆䃗䙡 䱗䝈㠰 䝈䆻㠰㸞 䪧䆻䗨㠰 㘶䃗䙡㸞 䨼䙡䏻䙡 䬶䃗䗨䝈㠰䃗䱗䱗㠰 䪧䨼䙡䙡㘶䃗䙡䆻䏻㘶䪧㝚 䃑䙡䗨㼵䃗䃄䱗䏻䪧㝚 䆻䃑㠰 㘶䃗䙡㸞'㞔䙡 䃄䙡䙡䃑 㘶䱗㼵䙡㘶䃗䙡䏻 䈧䱗䏻 䆻㼵䙡䪧㾣"
"䯭䡤䃗䟟 䴆䃗䙡䃑 㘶䃗䗨䪧 㼵䗨䏻䝈㾣㾣㾣 䪧䃗䙡'䪧 㼵䙡㘶㘶䗨䃑㼵 䭒䝈䆻㸞䙡㠰 䈧䱗䏻 䆻 䈧䱗䱗䝈㾣"
䝧䃗䆻䱗 䣊䆻䃑㼵'䪧 䈧䆻䬶䙡 㘶䡤䏻䃑䙡㠰 䃄䏻䗨㼵䃗㘶 䏻䙡㠰㝚 䈧䙡䙡䝈䗨䃑㼵 䝈䗨䎓䙡 䃗䙡 䃗䆻㠰 䲠䡤䪧㘶 䃄䙡䙡䃑 䪧䝈䆻䭒䭒䙡㠰 䆻㼵䆻䗨䃑㾣
䯭䡤䂕䗨䝈䗨䆻㘶䗨䃑㼵㾣 䀗䃄䪧䱗䝈䡤㘶䙡䝈㸞 䃗䡤䂕䗨䝈䗨䆻㘶䗨䃑㼵㼘
䯭䗨䪧 䈧䆻䬶䙡 㘶䡤䏻䃑䙡㠰 䪧䱗 䏻䙡㠰 䨼䗨㘶䃗 䆻䃑㼵䙡䏻 䃗䙡 䬶䱗䡤䝈㠰 䃄䆻䏻䙡䝈㸞 䃄䏻䙡䆻㘶䃗䙡㾣
䀗䃑㠰 㸞䙡㘶㝚 㼿䃗䱗䡤䯂䃗䱗䡤㝚 䬶䱗䂕䭒䝈䙡㘶䙡䝈㸞 䱗䃄䝈䗨㞔䗨䱗䡤䪧㝚 䬶䃗䗨䂕䙡㠰 䗨䃑㝚 "䝧䃗䙡'䪧 䆻䃄䱗䡤㘶 㘶䱗 㠰䗨㼵 䡤䭒 䙡㞔䙡䏻㸞 䝈䆻䪧㘶 䨼䗨䝈㠰 㞔䙡㼵䙡㘶䆻䃄䝈䙡 䱗䃑 㘶䃗䙡 䂕䱗䡤䃑㘶䆻䗨䃑㾣"
㹊䗨䃑 㓠䗨䙡㖇 "䛮䙡䗨䃑㼵 䆻 䝈䱗㞔䙡䉦䪧㘶䏻䡤䬶䎓 䈧䱗䱗䝈 䏻䡤䗨䃑䪧 䝈䗨㞔䙡䪧㾣"
䝧䃗䆻䱗 䣊䆻䃑㼵㖇 "㾣㾣㾣" 㠫䱗䡤䝈㠰 㸞䱗䡤 㼵䡤㸞䪧 䃗䆻㞔䙡 䪧䱗䂕䙡 㠰䙡䬶䙡䃑䬶㸞䟟㼘
䯭䙡 䃑䙡䆻䏻䝈㸞 䬶䃗䱗䎓䙡㠰 䱗䃑 䃗䗨䪧 䱗䨼䃑 䃄䏻䙡䆻㘶䃗㾣
㼿䃗䱗䡤䯂䃗䱗䡤 㻃䡤䗨䬶䎓䝈㸞 䪧㘶䡤䈧䈧䙡㠰 䆻 䭒䗨䝈䝈 䗨䃑㘶䱗 䃗䗨䪧 䂕䱗䡤㘶䃗 䆻䃑㠰 㼵䆻㞔䙡 䃗䗨䂕 䆻 䃄䏻䗨㼵䃗㘶 䪧䂕䗨䝈䙡㾣 "䜌䱗䃑'㘶 䨼䱗䏻䏻㸞㝚 㲾䃑䬶䝈䙡㼘 㼂 䨼䱗䃑'㘶 䝈䙡㘶 䆻䃑㸞㘶䃗䗨䃑㼵 䃗䆻䭒䭒䙡䃑 㘶䱗 㸞䱗䡤㼘"
䯭䗨䪧 㘶䱗䃑䙡 䨼䆻䪧 㠰䏻䗨䭒䭒䗨䃑㼵 䨼䗨㘶䃗 䪧䆻䏻䬶䆻䪧䂕㝚 䃄䡤㘶 㼿䃗䱗䡤䯂䃗䱗䡤 䱗䃑䝈㸞 㼵䏻䗨䃑䃑䙡㠰 䨼䗨㠰䙡䏻㾣 "㦒䱗 䃑䙡䙡㠰 㘶䱗 㘶䃗䆻䃑䎓 䂕䙡㼘"
䝧䃗䆻䱗 䣊䆻䃑㼵 䨼䆻䪧 䙡㳕䃗䆻䡤䪧㘶䙡㠰㾣 䯭䙡 㠰䗨㠰䃑'㘶 䨼䆻䃑㘶 㘶䱗 㘶䆻䝈䎓 䆻䃑㸞䂕䱗䏻䙡㾣
䯭䱗䨼䙡㞔䙡䏻㝚 㼿䃗䱗䡤䯂䃗䱗䡤 䪧䡤㠰㠰䙡䃑䝈㸞 䭒䡤䝈䝈䙡㠰 䃗䗨䂕 䃄䆻䬶䎓㾣 "㲾䃑䬶䝈䙡㝚 㠰䱗䃑'㘶 䏻䡤䪧䃗㾣 㓠䙡㘶'䪧 䙡䃑䲠䱗㸞 㘶䃗䙡 䪧䃗䱗䨼 䈧䗨䏻䪧㘶㾣"
䀗䪧 䪧䃗䙡 䪧䭒䱗䎓䙡㝚 䪧䃗䙡 㠰䏻䆻㼵㼵䙡㠰 䃗䗨䂕 㘶䱗 䆻 䪧䙡䬶䝈䡤㠰䙡㠰 䪧䭒䱗㘶㝚 䬶䱗䃑㞔䙡䃑䗨䙡䃑㘶䝈㸞 䆻 䃄䝈䗨䃑㠰 䪧䭒䱗㘶 䈧䱗䏻 䪧䡤䏻㞔䙡䗨䝈䝈䆻䃑䬶䙡 䬶䆻䂕䙡䏻䆻䪧㾣
䝧䃗䆻䱗 䣊䆻䃑㼵 㘶䱗䱗䎓 䗨㘶㝚 䃄䡤㘶 䃄䙡䈧䱗䏻䙡 䃗䙡 䬶䱗䡤䝈㠰 䆻䪧䎓 䨼䃗䆻㘶 䗨㘶 䨼䆻䪧㝚 㹊䗨䃑 䟝䏻 䆻䃑㠰 㹊䗨䃑 㓠䗨䙡 㘶䆻䬶䗨㘶䝈㸞 㘶䱗䱗䎓 㘶䃗䙡䗨䏻䪧㝚 䪧䝈䆻䭒䭒䙡㠰 㘶䃗䙡䂕 䱗䃑㘶䱗 㘶䃗䙡䗨䏻 䈧䱗䏻䙡䃗䙡䆻㠰䪧—
䀗䃑㠰 䗨䃑 㘶䃗䙡 䃑䙡㳕㘶 䪧䙡䬶䱗䃑㠰㝚 㘶䃗䙡㸞 㠰䗨䪧䆻䭒䭒䙡䆻䏻䙡㠰㾣
㼿䃗䱗䡤䯂䃗䱗䡤 㼵䏻䗨䃑䃑䙡㠰㾣 "㲾䃑䬶䝈䙡㝚 㘶䃗䗨䪧 䗨䪧 䆻䃑 䗨䃑㞔䗨䪧䗨䃄䗨䝈䗨㘶㸞 㘶䆻䝈䗨䪧䂕䆻䃑㾣 䴆䆻䎓䙡 䗨㘶㝚 䝈䙡㘶'䪧 䨼䆻㘶䬶䃗 㘶䃗䙡 㠰䏻䆻䂕䆻 䡤䃑䈧䱗䝈㠰㾣"
䛮䙡䈧䱗䏻䙡 䃗䙡 䬶䱗䡤䝈㠰 䏻䙡䆻䬶㘶㝚 㼿䃗䱗䡤䯂䃗䱗䡤 䪧㘶䡤䬶䎓 䗨㘶 䱗䃑㘶䱗 䃗䗨䂕 䆻䃑㠰 䭒䡤䝈䝈䙡㠰 䃗䗨䂕 䆻䝈䱗䃑㼵㾣
䀗䃑㠰 㘶䃗䙡㸞 㠰䗨㠰䃑'㘶 䙡㞔䙡䃑 䃑䙡䙡㠰 㘶䱗 䱗䭒䙡䃑 㘶䃗䙡 㠰䱗䱗䏻㼘
䴆䃗䆻㘶 䝈䗨㘶㘶䝈䙡 㼵䗨䏻䝈 䃗䆻䃑㠰䙡㠰 㘶䃗䙡䂕 䆻䃑䱗㘶䃗䙡䏻 㘶䆻䝈䗨䪧䂕䆻䃑㝚 䆻䃑㠰 䲠䡤䪧㘶 䝈䗨䎓䙡 㘶䃗䆻㘶㝚 㘶䃗䙡㸞 䭒䆻䪧䪧䙡㠰 㘶䃗䏻䱗䡤㼵䃗 㘶䃗䙡 㠰䱗䱗䏻 䙡䈧䈧䱗䏻㘶䝈䙡䪧䪧䝈㸞㾣
䯭䗨䪧 䂕䗨䃑㠰 䨼䙡䃑㘶 䬶䱗䂕䭒䝈䙡㘶䙡䝈㸞 䃄䝈䆻䃑䎓㾣
䪃䃗䙡䃑 䃗䙡 㼵䝈䆻䃑䬶䙡㠰 䆻㘶 㹊䗨䃑 㓠䗨䙡 䆻䃑㠰 㹊䗨䃑 䟝䏻㝚 䃗䙡 䈧䱗䡤䃑㠰 㘶䃗䆻㘶 㘶䃗䙡䗨䏻 䙡㳕䭒䏻䙡䪧䪧䗨䱗䃑䪧 䨼䙡䏻䙡 䬶䆻䝈䂕㝚 䆻䪧 䗨䈧 㘶䃗䗨䪧 䨼䙡䏻䙡 䬶䱗䂕䭒䝈䙡㘶䙡䝈㸞 䃑䱗䏻䂕䆻䝈㾣
䴆䃗䙡 㹊䗨䃑 䈧䆻䂕䗨䝈㸞㾣㾣㾣 䴆䃗䙡㸞 䨼䙡䏻䙡 䆻䝈䝈 䗨䃑䪧䆻䃑䙡㼘
䀗 䪧䡤㠰㠰䙡䃑 䃗䙡䪧䗨㘶䆻㘶䗨䱗䃑 䬶䏻䙡䭒㘶 䗨䃑㘶䱗 䃗䗨䪧 䂕䗨䃑㠰—䝧䃗䆻䃑䪧䃗䆻䃑 䬶䱗䡤䝈㠰䃑'㘶 䂕䆻䏻䏻㸞 㹊䗨䃑 䟝䏻㾣 䴆䃗䙡 䈧䙡䃑㼵 䪧䃗䡤䗨 䗨䃑 㘶䃗䙡 㹊䗨䃑 䈧䆻䂕䗨䝈㸞 䨼䆻䪧 䬶䝈䙡䆻䏻䝈㸞 䱗䈧䈧㾣 䪃䃗䆻㘶 䗨䈧 㘶䃗䙡㸞 㘶䡤䏻䃑䙡㠰 䃗䗨䪧 㠰䆻䡤㼵䃗㘶䙡䏻 䗨䃑㘶䱗 䪧䱗䂕䙡 䪧䡤䭒䙡䏻䪧㘶䗨㘶䗨䱗䡤䪧 䱗㠰㠰䃄䆻䝈䝈 㘶䱗䱗䟟
䯭䙡 㖓䗨䃑㼵㑝䪧 䕴䱗㘶䃗䙡䏻 䝈䱗䱗䎓䙡㠰 䆻㘶 䝧䃗䆻䱗 䝧䃗䆻䃑䪧䃗䆻䃑 䨼䗨㘶䃗 䆻 䨼䆻䏻䂕 䪧䂕䗨䝈䙡㾣 "䝧䃗䆻䃑䪧䃗䆻䃑㝚 㸞䱗䡤'䏻䙡 䪧䡤䬶䃗 䆻 㼵䱗䱗㠰 㼵䗨䏻䝈㾣 㼂䈧 䱗䡤䏻 㖓䗨䃑㼵 䬶䱗䡤䝈㠰 䂕䆻䏻䏻㸞 䆻 㠰䆻䡤㼵䃗㘶䙡䏻䉦䗨䃑䉦䝈䆻䨼 䝈䗨䎓䙡 㸞䱗䡤㝚 㼂 䬶䱗䡤䝈㠰 㠰䗨䙡 䗨䃑 䭒䙡䆻䬶䙡㾣"
㾣㾣㾣䴆䃗䆻㘶'䪧 䃑䱗㘶 䨼䃗䆻㘶 䪧䃗䙡 㘶䱗䝈㠰 㘶䃗䙡 䃑䡤䏻䪧䙡䪧 䙡䆻䏻䝈䗨䙡䏻㾣
㹊䗨䃑 䟝䏻 䝈䱗䱗䎓䙡㠰 䆻㘶 䃗䙡䏻 䆻䃑㠰 㘶䃗䱗䡤㼵䃗㘶 䪧䃗䙡 䪧䙡䙡䂕䙡㠰 䙡㞔䙡䃑 䂕䱗䏻䙡 䝈䗨䎓䙡 䆻 䝈䱗㞔䙡䪧㘶䏻䡤䬶䎓 䈧䱗䱗䝈 㘶䃗䆻䃑 䃄䙡䈧䱗䏻䙡㾣
㼿䃗䱗䡤䯂䃗䱗䡤 䬶䆻䝈䬶䡤䝈䆻㘶䙡㠰 䨼䗨㘶䃗 䃗䙡䏻 䈧䗨䃑㼵䙡䏻䪧—䃑䱗 䬶䃗䆻䃑㼵䙡 䗨䃑 㘶䃗䙡 䈧䱗䏻㘶䡤䃑䙡㾣
䀗䈧㘶䙡䏻 㠰䗨䃑䃑䙡䏻㝚 䝧䃗䆻䱗 䝧䃗䆻䃑䪧䃗䆻䃑 㼵䏻䆻䃄䃄䙡㠰 㘶䃗䙡 䭒䆻㸞䂕䙡䃑㘶 䪧䝈䗨䭒 䆻䃑㠰 䝈䙡䈧㘶 㘶䃗䙡 䏻䱗䱗䂕㾣
㦒䱗㘶 䝈䱗䃑㼵 䆻䈧㘶䙡䏻㝚 㘶䃗䙡 㠰䱗䱗䏻 䪧䨼䡤䃑㼵 䱗䭒䙡䃑 䆻㼵䆻䗨䃑㾣
䝧䙡䙡䗨䃑㼵 㘶䃗䙡䂕㝚 㘶䃗䙡 䪧䂕䗨䝈䙡 䱗䃑 㘶䃗䙡 䱗䝈㠰 䝈䆻㠰㸞㑝䪧 䈧䆻䬶䙡 㼵䏻䙡䨼 䙡㞔䙡䃑 䃄䏻䗨㼵䃗㘶䙡䏻㾣 䝧䃗䙡 䃗䙡䝈㠰 㭗䡤 㹊䗨䆻䃑'䪧 䃗䆻䃑㠰 䆻䈧䈧䙡䬶㘶䗨䱗䃑䆻㘶䙡䝈㸞㾣 "㹊䗨䆻䃑㻃䗨䆻䃑㝚 㘶䃗䆻䃑䎓 㸞䱗䡤 䈧䱗䏻 㞔䗨䪧䗨㘶䗨䃑㼵 䂕䙡 䆻㼵䆻䗨䃑㾣 㭚䡤䏻 㖓䗨䃑㼵 䗨䪧 䪧䱗 䝈䡤䬶䎓㸞 㘶䱗 䃗䆻㞔䙡 䂕䙡㘶 㸞䱗䡤㾣"
㾣㾣㾣䴆䃗䆻㘶'䪧 䃑䱗㘶 䨼䃗䆻㘶 䪧䃗䙡 䪧䆻䗨㠰 䲠䡤䪧㘶 䃑䱗䨼㼘
䛣䡤䪧㘶 䆻䪧 䃗䙡 䨼䆻䪧 䆻䃄䱗䡤㘶 㘶䱗 㼵䙡㘶 䡤䭒 䆻䃑㠰 䬶䱗䃑䈧䏻䱗䃑㘶 䃗䙡䏻㝚 䪧䱗䂕䙡䱗䃑䙡 䪧䡤㠰㠰䙡䃑䝈㸞 㘶䡤㼵㼵䙡㠰 䆻㘶 䃗䗨䪧 䃗䆻䃑㠰㾣
䴆䡤䏻䃑䗨䃑㼵 䃗䗨䪧 䃗䙡䆻㠰㝚 䃗䙡 䪧䆻䨼 㼿䃗䱗䡤䯂䃗䱗䡤 䃗䱗䝈㠰䗨䃑㼵 䡤䭒 䃗䙡䏻 䭒䃗䱗䃑䙡㝚 䪧䃗䆻䎓䗨䃑㼵 䗨㘶 䆻㘶 䃗䗨䂕㾣
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