Novel Bin
Chapter 1285: I Never Regret It
Chapter 1285: I Never Regret It
Since Wang Muxiao was feeling another wave of contractions, the young woman no longer disturbed her. Having just given birth themselves and preparing to leave in a day or two, the other women in the ward could sympathize with her pain.
While she endured the contractions, Lu Cheng was lining up at the hospital lobby counter to pay. Since it was still early, there weren't many people, and it was soon his turn.
Standing in front of the counter, he said, "Good morning, Comrade. I would like to pay a deposit for a patient named Wang Muxiao."
Hearing his words, the nurse smiled and replied, "Good morning, Comrade. Please wait a moment."
She typed on the computer for a while before saying, "The required deposit is 200 yuan."
Lu Cheng was taken aback by the price. Giving birth in a hospital was so expensive. No wonder most people choose midwives instead—after all, they only charge 5 yuan per service.
After paying the deposit, the nurse handed him the receipt. As he made his way back to his wife's ward, he spotted Houzi. At first, he intended to greet him, but upon noticing him talking to a female doctor, he changed his mind.
Houzi's gaze was gentle and his face was lit with joy as he spoke with the doctor. It seemed they were friends—after all, he wouldn't look so happy if he were sick.
Reaching this conclusion, Lu Cheng turned and walked away. Back in the ward, he supported his wife as she walked around. Since the doctor hadn't arrived yet, all they could do was wait.
For now, the best thing he could do was massaging his wife's back to help reduce the pain and support her walking around so that his wife could have a smoother delivery later.
Meanwhile, in the hospital lobby, Gu Mengyao and Houzi were speaking in hushed voices.
"Su Jun, is there really no way for you to help me visit my grandpa?" Gu Mengyao asked, her voice laced with worry.
Seeing her troubled expression, Houzi thought for a moment before saying, "I will try to find a way, but I can't promise anything. The situation in the capital is unstable, and it's affecting everyone. There will be a promotion in a few months for a position in the brigade, so the production team has been increasing their patrols lately."
Gu Mengyao understood that helping her deliver things and exchange letters with her grandfather was already difficult for him. Asking him to help her visit in person was an even bigger request.
But lately, she had been deeply concerned about her grandfather's health. From her grandfather's letters, she learned that her grandfather's mental state was unstable and he often had suicidal thoughts. No matter what the cost, she would try to visit him and talk to him in person.
Noticing the deep frown on her face, Houzi reached out and gently smoothed her furrowed brow. "Don't worry. I will find a way," he said.
Startled by his touch, Gu Mengyao froze. By the time she regained her senses, he had already pulled his hand back.
Before leaving, Houzi handed her a package. "If you ever feel tired or bored, have some of this," he said.
"What is it?" she asked, accepting the package.
"Something good that money can't buy," Houzi replied with a smile.
"All right, I need to go now. I will visit you again next time. Remember to eat on time and take good care of yourself," he added.
"Okay," Gu Mengyao nodded.
After Houzi left, she returned to her office and opened the package. Inside were fruit chips, dried sweet potato, and jerky.
The dried sweet potato had been air-dried and was quite hard—it would take a long time to chew through even a single piece. It was indeed a good snack to nibble on when bored. The fruit chips and jerky, on the other hand, could help curb hunger and restore energy.
"He is more considerate than he looks," she muttered softly with a smile.
She took a piece of dried sweet potato and stored the rest in her drawer. As she worked, she absentmindedly chewed on it—it was sweet, savory, and delicious.
Meanwhile, in Xie Village, Li Chenmo was having breakfast with his family.
He picked up a piece of rice noodle roll for his wife and said, "Wife, this morning, your second brother came to borrow a bicycle. Your second sister-in-law is going into labor, so they have gone to the hospital."
Hearing this, Lu Jueyu swallowed her food and said, "Then we should go visit her later."
"We won't visit her at the hospital," Li Chenmo replied, shaking his head.
Seeing his wife's confusion, he continued, "It's inconvenient for you to travel far right now. We can visit her and the babies once they return. Later, I will visit your parents and ask them to help us send some things for your second sister-in-law."
Hearing his words, Lu Jueyu nodded and said, "Then let's do it your way."
"Mhmm," Li Chenmo nodded, picking up a piece of shumai for her.
Dong Li was smiling after he heard his father's words. Soon, he would have two more siblings. This thought put him in an excellent mood, and he ate more than usual.
As for Dong Huang, she didn't understand what was happening and focused entirely on her meal.
After breakfast, the children left for school while Li Chenmo cleaned up the table and washed the dishes.
Meanwhile, Lu Jueyu walked around the yard to help digest her food. Lately, she had been eating a lot and needed to stay active—otherwise, her waist would soon be as wide as a bull's.
Watching her husband squatting in the backyard, diligently washing the dishes, she suddenly asked, "Husband, have you ever regretted marrying me?"
Li Chenmo was taken aback by the question. His wife wasn't someone who asked trap questions like this. He looked at her and replied, "Wife, I have never regretted it."
'Not in this life, not in our previous life,' he added silently in his heart.
㪚㬳㠀䂗䃾䂗㯎㰧 䍍䔯䞺 㰧㬳㬳㙘 㤢㬳㬳㙘㝋 䯤䂗 䢃䍍䔯㯎㤢㬳 䃾䍍㰍䃾㸼㣕䔯㙘 㵓㯎㙘 䃾㬳㯎㠀䂗㯎㰍䔯㙘 䶕㵓䵡䍍䂗㯎㰧 㠀䍍䔯 㙘䂗䵡䍍䔯䵡㳯
㣤㓍㠀䔯䞺 䍍䂗䵡 䶕䂗㓍䔯 㓥䔯䃾㵓㤢䔯 㽁䞺䔯㰧㯎㵓㯎㠀㝋 䂗㠀 㓥䔯䃾㵓㤢䔯 䂗㯎䃾䞺䔯㵓䵡䂗㯎㰧㣕䚃 㙘䂗㓍㓍䂗䃾㰍㣕㠀 㓍㬳䞺 䍍䂗㤢 㠀㬳 㰍㯎㙘䔯䞺䵡㠀㵓㯎㙘 䍍䔯䞺 㤢㬳㬳㙘㳯 䐣䔯䞺䍍㵓㽁䵡 㓥䔯䃾㵓㰍䵡䔯 㬳㓍 䍍䔯䞺 㤢㬳㬳㙘 䵡䶕䂗㯎㰧䵡㝋 䵡䍍䔯 䵡䔯䔯㤢䵡 㵓 㣕䂗㠀㠀㣕䔯 䂗㯎䵡䔯䃾㰍䞺䔯 䞺䔯䃾䔯㯎㠀㣕䚃㳯
'䵂 䵡䍍㬳㰍㣕㙘 㽁㵓䚃 㤢㬳䞺䔯 㵓㠀㠀䔯㯎㠀䂗㬳㯎 㠀㬳 䍍䔯䞺 㤢㬳㬳㙘 㵓㯎㙘 㰧䂗䢊䔯 䍍䔯䞺 㤢㬳䞺䔯 䵡䔯㯎䵡䔯 㬳㓍 䵡䔯䃾㰍䞺䂗㠀䚃㝋' 䍍䔯 䞺䔯㤢䂗㯎㙘䔯㙘 䍍䂗㤢䵡䔯㣕㓍 䂗㯎䶕㵓䞺㙘㣕䚃㳯
䬏䍍䔯㯎 䍍䔯 䶕㵓䵡 㙘㬳㯎䔯㝋 㠀䍍䔯 㠀䶕㬳 㬳㓍 㠀䍍䔯㤢 䶕䔯㯎㠀 㠀㬳 㠀䍍䔯 㸼䂗㠀䃾䍍䔯㯎 㓥䔯㓍㬳䞺䔯 䔯㯎㠀䔯䞺䂗㯎㰧 䯤㰍 㾡㰍䔯䚃㰍'䵡 䵡㽁㵓䃾䔯㳯 䵂㯎䵡䂗㙘䔯㝋 䯤㰍 㾡㰍䔯䚃㰍 䂗㯎䵡㠀䞺㰍䃾㠀䔯㙘 䍍䔯䞺 䍍㰍䵡㓥㵓㯎㙘 䶕䍍䂗㣕䔯 䍍䔯 㽁䞺䔯㽁㵓䞺䔯㙘 㠀䍍䔯 䂗㯎㰧䞺䔯㙘䂗䔯㯎㠀䵡 㓍㬳䞺 㓍䂗䵡䍍 䵡㬳㰍㽁㳯
䂎䂗䵡䍍 䵡㬳㰍㽁 䶕㵓䵡 㯎㰍㠀䞺䂗㠀䂗㬳㰍䵡 㵓㯎㙘 䃾㬳㰍㣕㙘 䍍䔯㣕㽁 㓥㬳㬳䵡㠀 㓥䞺䔯㵓䵡㠀 㤢䂗㣕㸼 㽁䞺㬳㙘㰍䃾㠀䂗㬳㯎㝋 䵡㬳 㠀䍍䔯䚃 㙘䔯䃾䂗㙘䔯㙘 㠀㬳 㤢㵓㸼䔯 㵓 㽁㬳㠀 㬳㓍 㓍䂗䵡䍍 䵡㬳㰍㽁 䶕䂗㠀䍍 㰧䂗㯎䵡䔯㯎㰧 㵓㯎㙘 㵓 㣕䂗㠀㠀㣕䔯 㓥䂗㠀 㬳㓍 㰧䂗㯎㰧䔯䞺 㓍㬳䞺 䬏㵓㯎㰧 䲷㰍䗭䂗㵓㬳㳯
㭝䍍䔯 㵓㙘㙘䔯㙘 䵡㬳㤢䔯 䵡㽁䂗䞺䂗㠀㰍㵓㣕 䍍䔯䞺㓥 㽁㬳䶕㙘䔯䞺 㠀㬳 㠀䍍䔯 㤢䂗㣕㸼 㵓㯎㙘 㓍䂗䵡䍍 䵡㬳㰍㽁㝋 䵡㽁䞺䂗㯎㸼㣕䂗㯎㰧 㵓 㓥䂗㠀 㬳㯎 㠀䍍䔯 㙘䞺䂗䔯㙘 䵡䶕䔯䔯㠀 㽁㬳㠀㵓㠀㬳䔯䵡 㵓䵡 䶕䔯㣕㣕㳯 㮷䍍䂗䵡 䶕㬳㰍㣕㙘 㯎㬳㠀 㬳㯎㣕䚃 㸼䔯䔯㽁 㠀䍍䔯 㓍㬳㬳㙘 㵓㯎㙘 㤢䂗㣕㸼 㓍䞺䔯䵡䍍 㓍㬳䞺 㣕㬳㯎㰧䔯䞺 㓥㰍㠀 㵓㣕䵡㬳 㯎㬳㰍䞺䂗䵡䍍 䬏㵓㯎㰧 䲷㰍䗭䂗㵓㬳'䵡 㓥㬳㙘䚃 㵓㯎㙘 䂗㤢㽁䞺㬳䢊䔯 㠀䍍䔯 㓥㵓㓥䂗䔯䵡' 䂗㤢㤢㰍㯎䔯 䵡䚃䵡㠀䔯㤢䵡㳯
䠡㯎䃾䔯 㠀䍍䔯䚃 䶕䔯䞺䔯 㙘㬳㯎䔯㝋 㓥㬳㠀䍍 㬳㓍 㠀䍍䔯㤢 㠀㬳㬳㸼 㵓 䵡䍍㬳䶕䔯䞺 㓥䔯㓍㬳䞺䔯 㣕䔯㵓䢊䂗㯎㰧 䍍䔯䞺 䵡㽁㵓䃾䔯㳯 㪘䔯㵓㽁㽁䔯㵓䞺䂗㯎㰧 䂗㯎 㠀䍍䔯 㸼䂗㠀䃾䍍䔯㯎㝋 㠀䍍䔯䚃 㽁㵓䃾㸼䔯㙘 㠀䍍䔯 䵡㬳㰍㽁㝋 㤢䂗㣕㸼㝋 㵓㯎㙘 㬳㠀䍍䔯䞺 㓍㬳㬳㙘 䂗㯎㠀㬳 㵓 㓥㵓㤢㓥㬳㬳 㓥㵓䵡㸼䔯㠀㝋 䃾㬳䢊䔯䞺䂗㯎㰧 䂗㠀 䶕䂗㠀䍍 㵓 㠀䔯㵓 䃾㣕㬳㠀䍍 㵓㯎㙘 䵡䔯䃾㰍䞺䂗㯎㰧 䂗㠀 䶕䂗㠀䍍 䍍䔯㤢㽁 䞺㬳㽁䔯㳯
䢃㵓䞺䞺䚃䂗㯎㰧 㠀䍍䔯 㓥㵓㤢㓥㬳㬳 㓥㵓䵡㸼䔯㠀 㬳㯎 䍍䂗䵡 㓥㵓䃾㸼㝋 䯤䂗 䢃䍍䔯㯎㤢㬳 䍍䔯㣕㙘 䍍䂗䵡 䶕䂗㓍䔯'䵡 㵓䞺㤢 㵓䵡 㠀䍍䔯䚃 䶕㵓㣕㸼䔯㙘㳯 䬏䍍䔯㯎 㠀䍍䔯䚃 䔯㯎㠀䔯䞺䔯㙘 㠀䍍䔯 䢊䂗㣕㣕㵓㰧䔯 㵓䞺䔯㵓㝋 㠀䍍䔯 䢊䂗㣕㣕㵓㰧䔯䞺䵡 䵡䂗㠀㠀䂗㯎㰧 㰍㯎㙘䔯䞺 㵓 㠀䞺䔯䔯 㯎㬳㠀䂗䃾䔯㙘 㠀䍍䔯㤢㳯
䠡㯎䔯 㬳㓍 㠀䍍䔯㤢 䶕㵓䢊䔯㙘 㵓㯎㙘 䵡㵓䂗㙘㝋 "㾡㰍䔯䚃㰍㝋 㵓䍍㝋 䂗㠀'䵡 㓥䔯䔯㯎 㵓 䶕䍍䂗㣕䔯 䵡䂗㯎䃾䔯 䶕䔯 䵡㵓䶕 䚃㬳㰍㳯 㱂㬳䶕 䍍㵓䢊䔯 䚃㬳㰍 㓥䔯䔯㯎䓽"
㮷䍍䔯 䢊䂗㣕㣕㵓㰧䔯䞺䵡㝋 䍍䔯㵓䞺䂗㯎㰧 㠀䍍䂗䵡㝋 㵓㣕䵡㬳 㯎㬳㠀䂗䃾䔯㙘 䍍㬳䶕 䯤䂗 䢃䍍䔯㯎㤢㬳 䶕㵓䵡 䵡㰍㽁㽁㬳䞺㠀䂗㯎㰧 䍍䂗䵡 䶕䂗㓍䔯㳯 䵂㠀 䶕㵓䵡㯎'㠀 㵓 䵡䔯䃾䞺䔯㠀 㠀䍍㵓㠀 䯤㰍 㾡㰍䔯䚃㰍 䶕㵓䵡 㓍䞺㵓䂗㣕㝋 䵡㬳 䂗㠀 䶕㵓䵡㯎'㠀 䵡㰍䞺㽁䞺䂗䵡䂗㯎㰧 䂗㓍 䵡䍍䔯 㓍䔯㣕㣕 䂗㣕㣕 㓍䞺㬳㤢 㠀䂗㤢䔯 㠀㬳 㠀䂗㤢䔯㳯
㱂䔯㵓䞺䂗㯎㰧 㠀䍍䔯䂗䞺 䂗㯎㭳㰍䂗䞺䂗䔯䵡㝋 䯤㰍 㾡㰍䔯䚃㰍 䵡㤢䂗㣕䔯㙘 㵓㯎㙘 䵡㵓䂗㙘㝋 "㭝䂗䵡㠀䔯䞺㖰䂗㯎㖰㣕㵓䶕㝋 䵂'㤢 㓍䂗㯎䔯㳯"
㚙䔯䵡㽁䂗㠀䔯 䍍䔯䞺 㓍㵓䂗䞺 䃾㬳㤢㽁㣕䔯䗭䂗㬳㯎㝋 䵡䍍䔯 䶕㵓䵡 䃾㣕䔯㵓䞺㣕䚃 䶕䔯㣕㣕㖰㯎㬳㰍䞺䂗䵡䍍䔯㙘 㵓㯎㙘 䔯䗭㰍㙘䔯㙘 㵓 䍍䔯㵓㣕㠀䍍䚃㝋 㕎㬳䚃㓍㰍㣕 㵓㰍䞺㵓㳯 䠡㯎㣕䚃 㵓 㓥㣕䂗㯎㙘 㽁䔯䞺䵡㬳㯎 䶕㬳㰍㣕㙘 㠀䍍䂗㯎㸼 䵡䍍䔯 䶕㵓䵡 㰍㯎䶕䔯㣕㣕㳯
"㭝䂗䵡㠀䔯䞺㖰䂗㯎㖰㣕㵓䶕㝋 䂗㓍 䚃㬳㰍 㵓䞺䔯 㯎㬳㠀 㓍䔯䔯㣕䂗㯎㰧 䶕䔯㣕㣕㝋 䚃㬳㰍 䵡䍍㬳㰍㣕㙘 䵡㠀㵓䚃 䍍㬳㤢䔯㳯 䵂㠀'䵡 㯎㬳㠀 䔯㵓䵡䚃 㓍㬳䞺 㤢䚃 㓥䞺㬳㠀䍍䔯䞺㖰䂗㯎㖰㣕㵓䶕 㠀㬳 㠀㵓㸼䔯 䃾㵓䞺䔯 㬳㓍 㠀䍍䔯 䃾䍍䂗㣕㙘䞺䔯㯎 㵓㯎㙘 䶕㬳䞺㸼 䂗㯎 㠀䍍䔯 㓍䂗䔯㣕㙘䵡㳯 䵂㓍 䚃㬳㰍 䃾㬳㯎㠀䂗㯎㰍䔯 㠀㬳 㤢㵓㸼䔯 㵓 㓍㰍䵡䵡 䶕䂗㠀䍍 䚃㬳㰍䞺 㓍䞺㵓䂗㣕 䍍䔯㵓㣕㠀䍍㝋 㤢䚃 㓥䞺㬳㠀䍍䔯䞺㖰䂗㯎㖰㣕㵓䶕 䶕䂗㣕㣕 㬳㯎㣕䚃 㰧䔯㠀 㤢㬳䞺䔯 䔯䗭䍍㵓㰍䵡㠀䔯㙘 㓍䞺㬳㤢 㠀㵓㸼䂗㯎㰧 䃾㵓䞺䔯 㬳㓍 䚃㬳㰍㝋" 㠀䍍䔯 䚃㬳㰍㯎㰧 䶕㬳㤢㵓㯎 䵡㵓䂗㙘 䶕䂗㠀䍍 㵓 䵡䂗㰧䍍㳯
䯤㰍 㾡㰍䔯䚃㰍 㯎㬳㙘㙘䔯㙘 㵓㯎㙘 䵡䂗㰧䍍䔯㙘㳯 㭝䍍䔯 㣕㬳㬳㸼䔯㙘 㵓㠀 䍍䔯䞺 䍍㰍䵡㓥㵓㯎㙘 䶕䂗㠀䍍 㵓 䵡㣕䂗㰧䍍㠀 㓥㣕㵓㤢䔯 㵓㯎㙘 䵡㵓䂗㙘㝋 "䵂㠀'䵡 䂗㯎㙘䔯䔯㙘 䍍㵓䞺㙘 㓍㬳䞺 㤢䚃 䍍㰍䵡㓥㵓㯎㙘㳯 㱂䔯 䂗㯎䵡䂗䵡㠀䵡 㬳㯎 㙘㬳䂗㯎㰧 㠀䍍䔯 䍍㬳㰍䵡䔯 䃾䍍㬳䞺䔯䵡 㵓㯎㙘 㠀㵓㸼䂗㯎㰧 䃾㵓䞺䔯 㬳㓍 㠀䍍䔯 䃾䍍䂗㣕㙘䞺䔯㯎㳯"
"㱂䔯 㙘㬳䔯䵡㯎'㠀 䔯䢊䔯㯎 㣕䔯㠀 㤢䔯 㙘㬳 㵓㯎䚃 䶕㬳䞺㸼 㵓㠀 䍍㬳㤢䔯 㯎㬳䶕㳯 㣤㣕㣕 䵂 䃾㵓㯎 㙘㬳 䂗䵡 䔯㵓㠀 㵓㯎㙘 䵡㣕䔯䔯㽁 䔯䢊䔯䞺䚃 㙘㵓䚃㳯 䵂 䃾㵓㯎'㠀 䔯䢊䔯㯎 㵓䞺㰧㰍䔯 䶕䂗㠀䍍 䍍䂗㤢—䂗㓍 䵂 㙘㬳㝋 䍍䔯 䶕䂗㣕㣕 㽁䔯䵡㠀䔯䞺 㤢䔯 㵓㯎㙘 㓥㰍㣕㣕䚃 㤢䔯 㠀䍍䔯 䶕䍍㬳㣕䔯 㯎䂗㰧䍍㠀 㰍㯎㠀䂗㣕 䵂 㰧䂗䢊䔯 䂗㯎㝋" 䵡䍍䔯 㵓㙘㙘䔯㙘 䵡䍍䚃㣕䚃㳯
䬏䍍㵓㠀 㙘䂗㙘 䵡䍍䔯 㤢䔯㵓㯎 㓥䚃 䍍䔯䞺 䍍㰍䵡㓥㵓㯎㙘 㽁䔯䵡㠀䔯䞺䂗㯎㰧 㵓㯎㙘 㓥㰍㣕㣕䚃䂗㯎㰧 䍍䔯䞺 㠀䍍䔯 䶕䍍㬳㣕䔯 㯎䂗㰧䍍㠀䓽 㮷䍍䔯 㤢䔯㵓㯎䂗㯎㰧 䶕㵓䵡 㬳㓥䢊䂗㬳㰍䵡㳯
䬏䍍䔯㯎 㵓 䍍㰍䵡㓥㵓㯎㙘 㵓㯎㙘 䶕䂗㓍䔯 䶕䔯䞺䔯 㠀㬳㰧䔯㠀䍍䔯䞺 㵓㠀 㯎䂗㰧䍍㠀㝋 㠀䍍䔯䚃 䶕㬳㰍㣕㙘 㬳㯎㣕䚃 㙘㬳 㠀䍍㵓㠀 㠀䍍䂗㯎㰧㒚
"㾡㰍䔯䚃㰍㝋 㵓䍍㝋 䚃㬳㰍 㵓㯎㙘 䚃㬳㰍䞺 䍍㰍䵡㓥㵓㯎㙘 䍍㵓䢊䔯 䵡㰍䃾䍍 㵓 㰧㬳㬳㙘 䞺䔯㣕㵓㠀䂗㬳㯎䵡䍍䂗㽁㳯 䬏䂗㣕㣕 䶕䔯 㓥䔯 䍍䔯㵓䞺䂗㯎㰧 㰧㬳㬳㙘 㯎䔯䶕䵡 䵡㬳㬳㯎䓽" 㵓㯎 㬳㣕㙘 䶕㬳㤢㵓㯎 㵓䵡㸼䔯㙘 䶕䂗㠀䍍 㵓 䵡㤢䂗㣕䔯㳯
䯤㰍 㾡㰍䔯䚃㰍 䵡㤢䂗㣕䔯㙘 㵓㠀 䍍䔯䞺 㵓㯎㙘 䞺䔯㽁㣕䂗䔯㙘 䵡䍍䚃㣕䚃㝋 "䵂㠀 䶕㬳㯎'㠀 㓥䔯 㣕㬳㯎㰧㝋 㣤㰍㯎㠀 䜦䍍㵓㬳㳯"
䝳䔯㓍㬳䞺䔯 㠀䍍䔯 䢊䂗㣕㣕㵓㰧䔯䞺䵡 䃾㬳㰍㣕㙘 㵓䵡㸼 㵓㯎䚃 㤢㬳䞺䔯 㭳㰍䔯䵡㠀䂗㬳㯎䵡㝋 䵡䍍䔯 㵓㙘㙘䔯㙘㝋 "䵂㠀'䵡 㰧䔯㠀㠀䂗㯎㰧 㣕㵓㠀䔯㳯 䌗㬳㰍 㠀䶕㬳 䵡䍍㬳㰍㣕㙘 㰧䔯㠀 㰧㬳䂗㯎㰧㳯"
䯤㰍 㾡㰍䔯䚃㰍 㯎㬳㙘㙘䔯㙘 㵓㯎㙘 䵡㵓䂗㙘㝋 "㭝䔯䔯 䚃㬳㰍 㯎䔯䗭㠀 㠀䂗㤢䔯㝋 㣤㰍㯎㠀 䜦䍍㵓㬳㳯"
"㭝䍍䔯 䂗䵡 㤢䚃 䃾㬳㰍䵡䂗㯎'䵡 㤢㬳㠀䍍䔯䞺㖰䂗㯎㖰㣕㵓䶕㳯 㱂䔯䞺 㙘㵓㰍㰧䍍㠀䔯䞺㝋 䜦䍍㵓㬳 䌗㵓㝋 㤢㵓䞺䞺䂗䔯㙘 㤢䚃 㤢㵓㠀䔯䞺㯎㵓㣕 䔯㣕㙘䔯䵡㠀 㰍㯎䃾㣕䔯'䵡 㠀䍍䂗䞺㙘 䵡㬳㯎㳯 䵂 䍍䔯㵓䞺㙘 㤢䚃 䃾㬳㰍䵡䂗㯎 㤢㬳䢊䔯㙘 䂗㯎㠀㬳 㠀䍍䔯 䍍㬳㰍䵡䔯 㯎䔯㵓䞺 㬳㰍䞺䵡 㵓㓍㠀䔯䞺 㤢䚃 㤢㵓㠀䔯䞺㯎㵓㣕 䔯㣕㙘䔯䵡㠀 㰍㯎䃾㣕䔯 䵡䔯㽁㵓䞺㵓㠀䔯㙘 㠀䍍䔯 䍍㬳㰍䵡䔯䍍㬳㣕㙘㝋" 䯤㰍 㾡㰍䔯䚃㰍 䞺䔯㽁㣕䂗䔯㙘㳯
䯤䂗 䢃䍍䔯㯎㤢㬳 㠀䍍㬳㰍㰧䍍㠀 㓍㬳䞺 㵓 㤢㬳㤢䔯㯎㠀 㵓㯎㙘 㵓䵡㸼䔯㙘㝋 "䵂䵡 䚃㬳㰍䞺 㤢㵓㠀䔯䞺㯎㵓㣕 䃾㬳㰍䵡䂗㯎 㭝㬳㯎㰧 䯤䂗䓽"
"㙑䢊䔯㯎 䂗㓍 䶕䔯 㙘㬳㯎'㠀 䂗㯎㠀䔯䞺㵓䃾㠀 㤢㰍䃾䍍 㯎㬳䶕㝋 㠀䍍䔯䚃 䵡㠀䂗㣕㣕 䵡䔯㯎㙘 㤢䔯 㠀䍍䂗㯎㰧䵡 㬳㯎䃾䔯 䂗㯎 㵓 䶕䍍䂗㣕䔯 㠀䍍䞺㬳㰍㰧䍍 㤢䚃 㤢㬳㠀䍍䔯䞺㳯 䬏䍍䔯㯎 䶕䔯 㰧㬳㠀 㤢㵓䞺䞺䂗䔯㙘㝋 㤢䚃 㰍㯎䃾㣕䔯䵡 㵓㯎㙘 䃾㬳㰍䵡䂗㯎䵡 䵡䔯㯎㠀 㤢䔯 䞺䔯㙘 䔯㯎䢊䔯㣕㬳㽁䔯䵡 䔯䢊䔯㯎 㠀䍍㬳㰍㰧䍍 㠀䍍䔯䂗䞺 㓍㵓㤢䂗㣕䂗䔯䵡 㓥㵓䞺䔯㣕䚃 䍍㵓㙘 䔯㯎㬳㰍㰧䍍 㠀㬳 䔯㵓㠀㝋" 䵡䍍䔯 㵓㙘㙘䔯㙘㳯
"㭝䂗㯎䃾䔯 㠀䍍䔯䚃 䍍㵓䢊䔯 㠀䞺䔯㵓㠀䔯㙘 䚃㬳㰍 䶕䔯㣕㣕㝋 䂗㠀 䶕㬳㰍㣕㙘㯎'㠀 䍍㰍䞺㠀 㠀㬳 䞺䔯䃾㬳㯎㯎䔯䃾㠀 䶕䂗㠀䍍 㠀䍍䔯㤢㳯 㣤㓍㠀䔯䞺 㵓㣕㣕㝋 䍍㵓䢊䂗㯎㰧 㤢㬳䞺䔯 䞺䔯㣕㵓㠀䂗䢊䔯䵡 㤢㵓㸼䔯䵡 䂗㠀 䔯㵓䵡䂗䔯䞺 㠀㬳 㓍䂗㯎㙘 䍍䔯㣕㽁 䂗㯎 㠀䂗㤢䔯䵡 㬳㓍 㯎䔯䔯㙘㝋" 䯤䂗 䢃䍍䔯㯎㤢㬳 䵡㵓䂗㙘㳯
㪘䔯㵓㣕䂗㪔䂗㯎㰧 㠀䍍䂗䵡㝋 䵡䍍䔯 㯎㬳㙘㙘䔯㙘 㵓㯎㙘 䵡㵓䂗㙘㝋 "䵂 䶕䂗㣕㣕 㵓䵡㸼 㠀䍍䔯 䃾䍍䂗㣕㙘䞺䔯㯎 㠀㬳 㓥䞺䂗㯎㰧 䵡㬳㤢䔯 㰧䂗㓍㠀䵡 㠀㬳 㠀䍍䔯䂗䞺 㰧䞺㵓㯎㙘㰍㯎䃾㣕䔯䵡 㵓㯎㙘 㰍㯎䃾㣕䔯䵡㳯"
㭝䔯䔯䂗㯎㰧 㠀䍍㵓㠀 䍍䂗䵡 䶕䂗㓍䔯 㰍㯎㙘䔯䞺䵡㠀㬳㬳㙘 䍍䂗䵡 䂗㯎㠀䔯㯎㠀䂗㬳㯎䵡㝋 䯤䂗 䢃䍍䔯㯎㤢㬳 䵡㤢䂗㣕䔯㙘 㵓㯎㙘 䵡㵓䂗㙘㝋 "䠡㸼㵓䚃㳯㳯"
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