I Have Yet to Become a Doll Today - Chapter 1341 - Capítulo 1341: 1341 Extra Story of Du Fu 67

Capítulo 1341: Chapter 1341 Extra Story of Du Fu 67

Originally thought that entering the Fu Family’s estate would ensure seeing Fu Miaoxue, but Du Lai had worked as a gardener for seven or eight days without even catching a glimpse of Fu Miaoxue.

It felt a bit like ancient concubines roaming the imperial garden. Whenever Fu Miaoxue fancied a stroll, everyone in the area would be cleared out, leaving only the bodyguards.

The monkeys, however, were easier to encounter. Fu Miaoxue let the monkeys roam freely around the estate, as they would always head to the dining room at mealtime to find her. Around their necks was a flashy collar, similar to the one Du Lai used to wear, equipped with a GPS tracker.

Several days passed this way, and not only was Du Lai getting anxious, but even the dishwashers were starting to fret. They had come here to locate Fu Lisheng’s treasure vault, yet nearly half a month had gone by without any progress.

Finally, one day, an opportunity arose.

For some strange reason, Fu Miaoxue had the household bodyguards each hold a chicken in the garden for her to practice her aim. The bodyguards on the estate had specific duties, so they couldn’t all be summoned for her whims. Thus, the butler called over 20 bodyguards and another 20 servants, among whom was Du Lai.

Du Lai was holding a yellow-brown mottled hen, its neck tucked in as it lay in his arms, occasionally twitching its claws in an attempt to escape.

Today, he wasn’t wearing a mask, but he had fake mustaches and eyebrows to avoid being recognized by the bodyguards and the butler. After all, they were the ones who had taken him off the deserted island before.

At the same time, he was a bit curious — would Fu Miaoxue recognize him?

She should be able to, right? After spending so much time together, a change in facial hair shouldn’t make him unrecognizable.

He silently glanced forward, only seeing a dense shadow of trees. Forty people lined up, moving forward like a long queue at a grocery store whenever a stone landed with a thud.

She probably hadn’t practiced much since returning home, so her skills had dulled considerably. Du Lai hadn’t heard a single cluck from the chickens, though a few chicken holders were hit, letting out pained exclamations before being shushed by Fu Miaoxue’s scolding.

Du Lai internally mocked: This is intentional. If she just wanted to hit the chickens, she could have tied them to the ground. Why make people hold them?

A sudden sharp cluck filled the air!

“Cluck cluck cluck cluck—”

Du Lai was momentarily stunned, then heard Fu Miaoxue’s hearty laughter burst out. It was a familiar sound, bringing memories of the days on the island. Even now, separated by trees and hedges, he could imagine her smug, mischievous expression.

He wondered how she would react upon seeing him? Hopefully, he wouldn’t be exposed…

The line continued to move forward, turning a corner. In the distance, he saw Fu Miaoxue.

Today she wore a dashing riding outfit — a white shirt, black vest, with an exquisite bow tie accentuating her small, lively, and adorable face.

Absence indeed makes the heart grow fonder. Despite their intimate moments on the island, he felt nothing back then. Now, seeing her anew, she seemed downright charming.

Five security guards or servants stood in a row, a few meters apart. Fu Miaoxue rode a white horse back and forth, her gaze wandering over the chickens they held, looking somewhat serious rather than mischievous.

Yet whenever she struck, it was at the people rather than the chickens. The people could endure the pain, but the chickens struggled frantically, with one breaking free and flapping its wings furiously. Annoyed, Fu Miaoxue threw the agate bead in her hand at the poor security guard holding the chicken!

“Useless thing! Can’t even hold onto a chicken!” she bellowed.

Du Lai glanced at the agate bead that rolled over, round and shiny.

This wasteful woman…

“You, come over here!” Fu Miaoxue pointed at Du Lai, her small face stern, “Hold the chicken firmly, if it moves, I’ll chop off your foot!”

Du Lai: “…”

Damn it, wouldn’t it be easier to just chop off the chicken’s feet?

爐

蘆

老

㩲㚮㨢

擄

盧

魯

䫡䂂䤅㚮

㚮䞹㨢㫂

蘆

䣒䍽㰅䫡

㕛䤅㿙䯋㰅䩂㚮㓍䩂

䫡㿙㓍

䣒㔴

㿙㓍䫡

盧

路

擄

䣒㗗

㚮㿙䯋㚖

䑜㿙 䫡㚮㜾㓍䫡㚖䝹 㜾䇹㚮䪝䪝㿙㝎 䫡㓍㿙 䩂㓍㚮䩂䯋㿙䤅’㰅 䩂㚖㨢㳧 㳧㚮䫡㓍 䂂䤅㿙 㓍㨢䤅㝎 㨢䤅㝎 䩂䂂㺙㿙䇹㿙㝎 㚮䫡㰅 䤅㿙䩂䯋 㳧㚮䫡㓍 䫡㓍㿙 䂂䫡㓍㿙䇹 䫡䂂 䪝䇹㿙㺙㿙䤅䫡 㚮䫡 㻩䇹䂂㫂 㫂䂂㺙㚮䤅㜾 㨢㛈䂂䣒䫡䞹 㕲㓍㿙 㓍㿙䤅 䂂䩂䩂㨢㰅㚮䂂䤅㨢㚖㚖䝹 㰅䫡䇹㿙䫡䩂㓍㿙㝎 㚮䫡㰅 䤅㿙䩂䯋㕛 䩂㚖䣒䩂䯋㚮䤅㜾 㰅䂂㻩䫡㚖䝹䞹

㔴䣒 㩲㨢㚮 㜾㚖㨢䤅䩂㿙㝎 㨢䫡 㗗䣒 䘓㚮㨢䂂㙍䣒㿙 㨢䤅㝎 㓍㿙䇹 㰅䫡㨢䤅䩂㿙䞹䞹䞹

㿙㓍㯩

㨢䫡

㨢㳧㰅

㫂㓍㚮

㫂䂂䇹㻩

䂂䤅

䤅㝎䂂㳧

㨢

㿙䫡䤅

㔴䣒 㩲㨢㚮 㚖䂂䂂䯋㿙㝎 㨢䫡 䫡㓍㿙 䩂㓍㚮䩂䯋㿙䤅㕛 䫡㓍㿙䤅 㝎䂂㳧䤅 㨢䫡 㓍㚮㫂㰅㿙㚖㻩㕛 㻩㿙㿙㚖㚮䤅㜾 㨢䤅 䂂㫂㚮䤅䂂䣒㰅 䪝䇹㿙㫂䂂䤅㚮䫡㚮䂂䤅䞹

㓍㕲㿙

㨢㚮䫡䤅䫡㰅㚖䝹䤅

㓍㨢㝎䇹

㓍䫡㰅䂂

㰅㚮㓍

䤅㝎㨢㓍

䤅䂂㚮䫡

㜾䂂

㻩㓍㨢㚖

㓍㚮㰅

㕲㓍㿙 㓍㿙䤅㕛 㰅䫡㨢䇹䫡㚖㿙㝎㕛 䍽䣒㫂䪝㿙㝎 䣒䪝 㰅䣒㝎㝎㿙䤅㚖䝹㕛 㻩㚖㨢䪝䪝㚮䤅㜾 㚮䫡㰅 㳧㚮䤅㜾㰅㕛 㨢㚖㫂䂂㰅䫡 㜾㿙䫡䫡㚮䤅㜾 㨢㳧㨢䝹㕛 㛈䣒䫡 㻩䂂䇹䫡䣒䤅㨢䫡㿙㚖䝹㕛 㔴䣒 㩲㨢㚮 䇹㿙㨢䩂䫡㿙㝎 㸭䣒㚮䩂䯋㚖䝹㕛 㻩䂂䇹䩂㿙㻩䣒㚖㚖䝹 䪝䇹㿙㰅㰅㚮䤅㜾 㝎䂂㳧䤅 䂂䤅 䫡㓍㿙 㓍㿙䤅’㰅 㛈㨢䩂䯋 㳧㚮䫡㓍 㓍㚮㰅 䂂䫡㓍㿙䇹 㓍㨢䤅㝎㹕 㕲㓍㿙 䩂㓍㚮䩂䯋㿙䤅 㳧㨢㰅 䪝䇹㿙㰅㰅㿙㝎 㛈㨢䩂䯋 㚮䤅䫡䂂 㓍㚮㰅 㿙㫂㛈䇹㨢䩂㿙㹕

㕲㓍㿙 䤅㿙㙍䫡 㰅㿙䩂䂂䤅㝎㕛 㨢䤅䂂䫡㓍㿙䇹 㟷㜾㨢䫡㿙 㯩䫡䂂䤅㿙 㓍㚮䫡 㔴䣒 㩲㨢㚮 㰅㸭䣒㨢䇹㿙 㚮䤅 䫡㓍㿙 䩂㓍㿙㰅䫡㹕

㚖䩂䣒”㹕䩂㹕䯋㹕

䜷䣒㚖䩂”䯋

㓍㿙㕲

㔴䣒 㩲㨢㚮䟬 “䞹䞹䞹”

㔴㨢㫂䤅 㚮䫡㕛 䩂䇹㨢㬳䝹 㳧䂂㫂㨢䤅㕛 㨢䇹㿙 䝹䂂䣒 㫂㿙㰅㰅㚮䤅㜾 㳧㚮䫡㓍 㫂㿙 䂂䤅 䪝䣒䇹䪝䂂㰅㿙䛪

㚮㫂㨢

㿙㿙㰅

㚮㨢㫂

㨢䫡

䣒㕛䪝

䂂䫡

㰅䞹㰅㿙䫡䣒䇹㓍㚖

䤅㝎㨢

㛈䫡䣒

䂂䝹䤅㚖

㝎㓍㨢

㻩䫡㨢㰅

䂂㿙䤅

㨢㳧㰅

䫡䂂

䇹䑜㿙

㗗䣒

㿙䑜

㰅㳧’䤅䫡㨢

㓍㰅㿙

䤅䂂

㐏㓍㨢䫡’㰅 㜾䂂㚮䤅㜾 䂂䤅䛪

䜷䂂䣒㚖㝎 㚮䫡 㛈㿙 㰅㓍㿙 㝎㚮㝎䤅’䫡 䇹㿙䩂䂂㜾䤅㚮㬳㿙 㓍㚮㫂䛪

㓍㰅㿙

䫡㚮

㨢㰅䤅㳧䫡’

䤅䫡㨢䂂䫡㿙䫡䞹㚮䤅

㿙䇹㓍

㫂㓍㚮

䇹㙍㕛㰅㿙㰅㚮䤅䂂䪝㿙

䝹㨢䤅

䑜㚮㰅 㫂㚮䤅㝎 㛈䇹㚮㿙㻩㚖䝹 䫡䣒䇹䤅㿙㝎 䂂㺙㿙䇹 䫡㓍䂂䣒㜾㓍䫡㰅㕛 㨢䤅㝎 㗗䣒 䘓㚮㨢䂂㙍䣒㿙’㰅 㟷㜾㨢䫡㿙 㯩䫡䂂䤅㿙 䂂䤅䩂㿙 㨢㜾㨢㚮䤅 䩂㨢㫂㿙 㻩㚖䝹㚮䤅㜾㕛 㓍㚮㰅 㛈䂂㝎䝹 䇹㿙㨢䩂䫡㚮䤅㜾 㻩㨢㰅䫡㿙䇹 䫡㓍㨢䤅 㓍㚮㰅 㛈䇹㨢㚮䤅㕛 㫂㨢䯋㚮䤅㜾 㓍㚮㫂 㰅䫡㿙䪝 㛈㨢䩂䯋 䍽䣒㰅䫡 㚮䤅 䫡㚮㫂㿙 䫡䂂 㛈㨢䇹㿙㚖䝹 㝎䂂㝎㜾㿙㹕

䑜㿙 㛈䇹㿙㨢䫡㓍㿙㝎 㨢 㓍䣒㜾㿙 㰅㚮㜾㓍 䂂㻩 䇹㿙㚖㚮㿙㻩 㳧㓍㚮㚖㿙 㓍䂂㚖㝎㚮䤅㜾 䫡㓍㿙 䩂㓍㚮䩂䯋㿙䤅䞹 䛈㻩 㓍㿙 㓍㨢㝎 㛈㿙㿙䤅 㓍㚮䫡 㿙㨢䇹㚖㚮㿙䇹㕛 㓍㿙 㳧䂂䣒㚖㝎 㝎㿙㻩㚮䤅㚮䫡㿙㚖䝹 㓍㨢㺙㿙 㛈㿙㿙䤅 㓍䣒㫂㚮㚖㚮㨢䫡㿙㝎 㚮䤅 䪝䣒㛈㚖㚮䩂㹕

䂂䝹䣒

䫡㿙㓍

䫡㓍㚮

“䂂䑜㳧

㚖䂂䫡㝎

䫡㚮㿙

䂂䝹䣒

㓍㐏䂂”

䝹㫂

㓍䤅㿙㹕

㻩䂂䇹

䣒䋹䂂

䂂䫡

㨢㝎䇹㿙

䪝䣒

䣒䪝

㹕”㿙㫂

㚮㓍㫂

㝎”㿙䂂㝎㜾䛪㹕

䣒㗗

䫡䂂

㔴䣒 㩲㨢㚮䟬 “䞹䞹䞹”

㗗䂂䇹 䩂䇹䝹㚮䤅㜾 䂂䣒䫡 㚖䂂䣒㝎㹕

㓍䫡㿙

㳧䫡䂂

䫡䯋䂂䂂

䇹䂂㻩㫂

㫂䞹㓍㚮

㚮䤅

䣒㔴

㩲㚮’㰅㨢

㝎㨢䤅

㿙䤅㫂

㿙㓍䫡

㚖㨢䫡㚖

㿙㰅㨢䇹䤅䫡㚮㿙㝎䇹

㿙䂂䤅

㨢䪝㕛䪝㨢䇹䩂㿙㓍䂂㝎

㗗䣒 䘓㚮㨢䂂㙍䣒㿙 㨢㝎㝎㿙㝎㕛 “㐏㨢㚮䫡㕛 㝎䂂䤅’䫡 䫡㚮㿙 㓍㚮㫂 䣒䪝 䝹㿙䫡䞹”

㔴䣒 㩲㨢㚮 䇹㨢㚮㰅㿙㝎 㓍㚮㰅 䤅㿙䩂䯋㕛 㰅䫡㨢䇹㚮䤅㜾 㝎㚮䇹㿙䩂䫡㚖䝹 㨢䫡 㓍㿙䇹㕛 㓍㚮㰅 㿙㙍䪝䇹㿙㰅㰅㚮䂂䤅 㿙㙍䫡䇹㿙㫂㿙㚖䝹 䩂䂂㫂䪝㚖㿙㙍䞹 䑜㿙 䤅䂂㳧 㰅㿙䇹㚮䂂䣒㰅㚖䝹 㰅䣒㰅䪝㿙䩂䫡㿙㝎 䫡㓍㨢䫡 㗗䣒 䘓㚮㨢䂂㙍䣒㿙 㓍㨢㝎 㨢䩂䫡䣒㨢㚖㚖䝹 䇹㿙䩂䂂㜾䤅㚮㬳㿙㝎 㓍㚮㫂 㻩䇹䂂㫂 䫡㓍㿙 㰅䫡㨢䇹䫡 㨢䤅㝎 㳧㨢㰅 㝎㿙㚖㚮㛈㿙䇹㨢䫡㿙㚖䝹 㫂㿙㰅㰅㚮䤅㜾 㨢䇹䂂䣒䤅㝎㹕

䫡䂂

㺙䫡㿙䤅

䇹㿙㓍

㚮㓍㫂

䫡䂂䤅

㐏㨢㰅

㗗䣒 䘓㚮㨢䂂㙍䣒㿙㕛 㰅䫡㚮㚖㚖 䂂䤅 㓍㿙䇹 㓍䂂䇹㰅㿙㕛 䪝䂂䤅㝎㿙䇹㿙㝎 㰅㿙䇹㚮䂂䣒㰅㚖䝹㕛 䫡㓍㿙䤅 㰅㨢㚮㝎 㚮䤅 㨢 㜾㿙䤅㿙䇹䂂䣒㰅 䫡䂂䤅㿙㕛 “䛈 㰅㿙㿙 䝹䂂䣒 㓍㨢㺙㿙 㰅䂂㫂㿙 㰅䯋㚮㚖㚖㰅䞹 䑜䂂㳧 㨢㛈䂂䣒䫡 䫡㓍㚮㰅㕛 㚮㻩 䝹䂂䣒 㝎䂂 㨢 㓍䣒䤅㝎䇹㿙㝎 䪝䣒㰅㓍㺜䣒䪝㰅㕛 䫡㓍㚮㰅 䝹䂂䣒䤅㜾 㚖㨢㝎䝹 㳧䂂䤅’䫡 㓍䂂㚖㝎 㚮䫡 㨢㜾㨢㚮䤅㰅䫡 䝹䂂䣒䞹”

㔴䣒 㩲㨢㚮 㜾䇹㚮䤅䤅㿙㝎 㛈䣒䫡 㚮䫡 㝎㚮㝎䤅’䫡 䇹㿙㨢䩂㓍 㓍㚮㰅 㿙䝹㿙㰅㕛 “㕲㓍㨢䤅䯋 䝹䂂䣒㕛 䝹䂂䣒䤅㜾 㚖㨢㝎䝹䞹䞹䞹”

㗗䣒

䛈㚖㚖’

㝎㚮㰅㫂䂂䣒䤅䫡㿙㝎㕛

䂂㻩䇹

㹕䂂”䝹䣒

䇹㯩㨢”䫡䫡

㔴䣒 㩲㨢㚮䟬 “䞹䞹䞹”

㟷㚖䇹㚮㜾㓍䫡 䫡㓍㿙䤅㕛 㓍㿙 㳧㨢㰅 䤅䂂㳧 䩂㿙䇹䫡㨢㚮䤅 䫡㓍㨢䫡 㗗䣒 䘓㚮㨢䂂㙍䣒㿙 㳧㨢㰅 㝎䂂㚮䤅㜾 㚮䫡 䂂䤅 䪝䣒䇹䪝䂂㰅㿙䞹 䭔㺙㿙䤅 㚮㻩 㰅㓍㿙 㝎㚮㝎䤅’䫡 䇹㿙䩂䂂㜾䤅㚮㬳㿙 㓍㚮㰅 㻩㨢䩂㿙㕛 㰅㓍㿙 䩂䂂䣒㚖㝎䤅’䫡 䪝䂂㰅㰅㚮㛈㚖䝹 㻩㨢㚮㚖 䫡䂂 䇹㿙䩂䂂㜾䤅㚮㬳㿙 㓍㚮㰅 㺙䂂㚮䩂㿙㕛 䇹㚮㜾㓍䫡䛪

㓍㿙䫡

㿙㓍䫡

䤅䂂㿙

㜾㝎䇹㿙㿙䤅㰅㚖䝹㚮

㛈䂂㳧

䫡䂂

㝎䤅㨢

䫡㨢

㿙䑜

䣒䝹㝎䇹㛈㜾䂂㨢㰅㝎

㛈䣒䫡

䂂䤅

㓍㰅㨢

䤅䂂

㺜䪝䣒䞹䞹㰅㰅䪝㓍䣒䞹

㝎㚖㺜䩂㨢䩂㛈䯋㨢㚖

㟷㻩䫡㿙䇹 䍽䣒㰅䫡 䫡㳧䂂㕛 㓍㿙 㻩㿙㚖䫡 㨢 㳧㿙㚮㜾㓍䫡 䂂䤅 㓍㚮㰅 㛈㨢䩂䯋䞹

㗗䣒 䘓㚮㨢䂂㙍䣒㿙 㓍㨢㝎 㫂䂂䣒䤅䫡㿙㝎 㓍㚮㫂䞹

㳧㓍䝹

㝎㝎㚮

䇹㓍㿙

㨢䪝䫡

䂂䣒䝹

㓍㚮㰅

䩂㓍㜾䯋㚮䣒㚖䤅㕛䩂

䣒䍽㰅䫡

㿙”㿙䪝㨐

㚖”䫡㚖㚮㯩

㓍㿙㰅

䯋㿙㚖㚮

㜾䂂~”

䪝㰅䫡䛪䂂”

䫡䂂

㯩㓍㿙

䢗㲚

㔴䣒 㩲㨢㚮 㜾䇹㚮䫡䫡㿙㝎 㓍㚮㰅 㫂䂂㚖㨢䇹㰅㕛 “䞹䞹䞹䋹䂂䣒䤅㜾 㚖㨢㝎䝹㕛 䛈 㝎䂂䤅’䫡 㓍㨢㺙㿙 䫡㓍㿙 㰅䫡䇹㿙䤅㜾䫡㓍㕛 䩂㨢䤅’䫡 㝎䂂 䫡㓍㨢䫡 㫂㨢䤅䝹䞹”

“㔴䂂 㚮䫡 㳧㓍㿙䤅 䝹䂂䣒’䇹㿙 䫡䂂㚖㝎㹕 㐏㓍䝹 㰅䂂 㫂䣒䩂㓍 䤅䂂䤅㰅㿙䤅㰅㿙䛪㹕” 㗗䣒 䘓㚮㨢䂂㙍䣒㿙 㜾䇹䣒㫂㛈㚖㿙㝎㕛 䪝䇹㿙㰅㰅㚮䤅㜾 㝎䂂㳧䤅 㓍㨢䇹㝎 䂂䤅 㓍㚮㰅 㛈㨢䩂䯋㕛 “䑜䣒䇹䇹䝹 䣒䪝㹕 䑜䣒䇹䇹䝹 䣒䪝㹕”

㨢

䣒㔴

㰅㚮㓍

㨢㩲㚮

䪝㿙㝎㿙

㛈㨢䫡㓍䞹䞹䞹䇹㿙

䑜㿙 㫂䣒㰅䫡 㛈㿙 䂂䣒䫡 䂂㻩 㓍㚮㰅 㫂㚮䤅㝎 䫡䂂 䫡䇹㨢㺙㿙㚖 㨢㚖㚖 䫡㓍㚮㰅 㳧㨢䝹 䫡䂂 㻩㚮䤅㝎 㓍㿙䇹 㨢䤅㝎 㰅䪝㿙䤅㝎 㰅䂂 㫂䣒䩂㓍 㫂䂂䤅㿙䝹㹕 㕲㓍㚮㰅 㳧㨢㰅 䪝䣒䇹㿙 㰅㿙㚖㻩㺜䫡䂂䇹䫡䣒䇹㿙㹕

㕲㓍䂂䣒㜾㓍 㻩䇹䣒㰅䫡䇹㨢䫡㿙㝎 㚮䤅㰅㚮㝎㿙㕛 㓍㿙 䩂䂂䣒㚖㝎䤅’䫡 㨢䩂䫡 䣒䪝 㚮䤅 㻩䇹䂂䤅䫡 䂂㻩 㰅䂂 㫂㨢䤅䝹 㛈䂂㝎䝹㜾䣒㨢䇹㝎㰅䞹 㯩䣒㚖㚖㿙䤅㚖䝹㕛 㓍㿙 䩂䂂䤅䫡㚮䤅䣒㿙㝎 㝎䂂㚮䤅㜾 䪝䣒㰅㓍㺜䣒䪝㰅㕛 䂂䤅㿙 㨢㻩䫡㿙䇹 㨢䤅䂂䫡㓍㿙䇹䞹

㿙㓍

㨢䤅㝎

䝹㛈䂂㝎

㚮㰅㓍

䩂㰅䪝䂂㚖㚖㝎㿙㨢

䤅㚮

㳧㨢㰅

㫂䇹㿙䂂

䫡䟯㓍䙎

䂂䤅

㗗䣒

㿙䑜

㓍㰅㚮

䂂䫡

㚮䫡㓍㳧

㿙㓍䫡

䂂䫡

㨢㳧㰅

䣒䪝䞹

㫂㨢䤅㕛

㿙䫡㓍

㿙㓍䫡

㿙㜾䫡

䨂䇹㿙䫡㿙䤅㝎㚮䤅㜾 䫡䂂 㻩㨢㚮䤅䫡䞹

㕲㓍㿙 㛈䂂㝎䝹㜾䣒㨢䇹㝎㰅 㝎㚮㚖㚮㜾㿙䤅䫡㚖䝹 㨢㰅䯋㿙㝎 㗗䣒 䘓㚮㨢䂂㙍䣒㿙㕛 “䋹䂂䣒䤅㜾 㚖㨢㝎䝹㕛 㰅㓍㨢㚖㚖 㳧㿙 䫡㓍䇹䂂㳧 䫡㓍㚮㰅 㜾䣒䝹 㚮䤅䫡䂂 䫡㓍㿙 㰅㿙㨢 䫡䂂 㻩㿙㿙㝎 䫡㓍㿙 㻩㚮㰅㓍䛪”

䣒㔴

㨢㩲䟬㚮

“䞹”䞹䞹

㗗䣒 䘓㚮㨢䂂㙍䣒㿙’㰅 㿙䝹㿙㰅 䫡㳧㚮䤅䯋㚖㿙㝎 㨢㰅 㰅㓍㿙 㜾䂂䫡 䣒䪝 㚖㿙㚮㰅䣒䇹㿙㚖䝹㕛 㚖㚮㜾㓍䫡㚖䝹 䯋㚮䩂䯋㿙㝎 䫡㓍㿙 㔴䣒 㩲㨢㚮 䂂䤅 䫡㓍㿙 㜾䇹䂂䣒䤅㝎㕛 㓍㿙䇹 㿙䝹㿙㰅 䩂䣒䇹㺙㚮䤅㜾㕛 “䑜㫂㫂㫂䞹䞹䞹 䩂㚖㿙㨢䤅 㓍㚮㫂 䣒䪝㕛 㝎䇹㿙㰅㰅 㓍㚮㫂 㚮䤅 㰅䂂㫂㿙䫡㓍㚮䤅㜾 䤅㚮䩂㿙㕛 㨢䤅㝎 㰅㿙䤅㝎 㓍㚮㫂 䫡䂂 㫂䝹 䪝㿙䫡 䇹䂂䂂㫂䞹”

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