পঁয়তাল্লিশ অধ্যায়

mingyue-er kothati shunei shongge shongge abedon korte chole gelo. a emon lok je tar sathe torko cholbe na.
she matro du-tin pa feleche, emon shomoy dekhlo shamne keu asche. she khushite bole uthlo, "chotonandini, ar abedon korte hobe na, jamai-babu asechen."
jamai-babu mane-i toh shashok ba protinidhi.
li yunnuan tar drishtir dike takiye dekhlo, sotti-i lu xingjian druto ghoray chore asechen.
jante pareni eta tar bhrom chilo ki na, tobe se jeno tar mukhe aatanko dekhte pelo.
taki she take niye chintito?
"ei tuchho kshudro podartho-gulo!" iamo e-kotha sune bhablo je kono khunkorer danob shayia ebong onnannyader uddhar kore niye geche. ba onno kothai, uddhar noy, borong churi kore niye geche.
ebong ei shob-kichui take diyechhen tar ei bon-er shami. tar mon bolchilo eta ashol noy, ekta oshtom sshopno matro. tobe eta shotty, ja shobkichur cheye-i beshi shotty.
"thik ache chacha, bhatija ekhuni jacche!" liu qi kotha shune bhablo, ei upai oshadharon, eta diye rhen bhratar shohodorke oboshshoi bashponno kora jabe! tai she khushite matha nure ghor theke beriye gelo.
ei gari-chalok-ti jeno ager gari-chaloker bhyarthota theke shikkha niyechhe, se pechhone pechhone khub shabdhane ebong sthir bhabe cholechhe.
ager rokkhi-ti oboshshoi khobor diyechhilo, amar kase jure-likor ache, tai-i dragon-raja amake dekha korte raji hoyechen. ekhon erokom kotha bola kebol-i ekta bhab dhora matro, keu asholei amake bodiye debe na.
eta emon noy je dular-shastro ba shuddho-hridoy mantra onnannyo bouddho-shastro theke kharap, borong jiang hai-er shadhona porjapto noy. ekjon ardho-shadhok hishebe she ei dui shokti-mantrar ashol shokti proyog korte parchen na.
dujon-e ekti shadharon bare gelo. agami-kal shue muqing ebong qin kenan-er biye, tai jiang nan beshi mod pan koreni.
jiang nan-er mukhe "amar porikolpona" kake bole ta jana na thakle-o, eta bojha jay je jiang nan-er nije-i ekta shundor porikolpona ache, tar nije-o niyom ebong shongskriti ache.
tobe bai kun-er dorkar prothome choudosh tolay giye shei sthane jaoa, jekhane shaddho-shada chhor-mushroom paoa giyechilo, dekha kono aro shongket paoa jay kina, tabe-i poroborti padakkhep niye shiddhanto nite parbe.
tar shokti mo jianchen-er moto chilo na. se onekche-ba dhormot kora sshotteo, tar bahur bedhonai she obichol bhabe boddho chilo.
ebong eibhabe koyekjon tanatani korar shomoy, shurong-er mukher upor-er mati "bhara bhara" kore niche pore gelo.
gata rate zhao xingzhou take je shob byokti-shongjog ebong onneshon korte bolechhilo, shob-i ren-poribarer bagan-er uddeshe chilo.
"eta ki tahole..." daolin-er cheshta jiejiu bhikkhu shpostorupe dekhte pelen. eta nishchoi kono jinis rakhar patro.
ren poribar divine general-er manoshik shongbadhon onshoki byapar shomporke janto, kintu ren aiguo shomoy prothomei divine general-er aushodh-er shongshporoshe esechhen.
du hai-yan eta bujhe niyechilen. dujon-e shongge shongge ghorar lagam tene dhore, ghashjomi-er upor diye dhruto ghoray chore cholen, ja tader tarunyer tej prokash korchilo.
tar hashi dekhe, ja etoi nishpap, etoi ujjol ebong nirmol, mo jianchen-er mon abaro phul-er moto fute uthlo. se nije ke rokkha korte parlo na, tar hashi te mukto hoye tar shonge shonge sheo hashte lagol.
conjar chokh uporer akash theke dekhle mone hobe, bhugol-ti marubhumir majhe khori-er chokher moto boshano ache.
she jane na bouddho dhorom ki, shomaj ki. kintu tar chokhe, bhikkhu-i bhogoban, se-i tar shomaj, ebong tar shomogro prithibi.
keu na thakay, tin-jon ekhane eke beke dekhte laglen, ebong tader moner obostha krome poriborton hote laglo.
"tumi amake diye dao! eta amar!" kintu chen-rajkumar tar hath dhore felle, tar hath take drirhobhabe niyontron korlo, ebong tar gola bariye tar chopstik-er kase giye kamor dilo.
yin shiying phol kinte bhalo paren na, sekhane shajano boro boro cherry pholer thale dekhe, je-gular dam beshi, she gulo theke du ti baksho nite rani-te teler modhye rekhe dilo.
zhang jiaze jotno kore shei jonaki-poka-r botolti shojjar pashe rekhe dilo, kancher botolti-er modhye tader alo-ar chhoa dekhe, hua xingcaner mone holo aro kichu ushnota esechhe.
thakar jayga khoja eto shohoj noy, chain hotel ebong hotel-gulo ekhon shongge shongge pulis-er shathe jukto, tai thaka khub-i obhiropodjok.
baacha-ra beshirbhag shomoy shundor jinis pochhondo kore, tarun purush-ti দেখতে shundor ebong chakchoke, kotha bola bhalo ebong nomro, shongge shongge shuang shuang-er priyopatro hoye uthlo.
tara ei matro lorai kore bujhte perechhe je shen shiyi-ke harao shohor na, she khub shoktishali lok, tai tader drishti poriborton kore tar shongyojoniye-r dike dite holo, je purush-ti dekhte durbol.
shara rat, wu ding ek fota jol ba khabar khelo na, bhor howa porjonto, she dhire dhire chokh khullo ebong shokti pelo, kichu khabar-o khelo.
ashar pothe, tang qingyu ebong manlian yunfeng peak paharer niche chhotto ektar mothay kichu shomoshyai porechhen, shei shomoy she tader sahajjo korlo.
"ah, thakuk, ja-i hok eta to r poriborton kora jabe na, manush cheshta korbe baki bhogoban-er hate!" zhang jiaze jontriro moto jinis-potro guchhate laglen, bachpak niye mai-di film group-er dike rona dilen, jinis-potro hastantorer kaaj korte.
niche to kono shesh nei emon megher shomudro, ek nojore tole kono shesh paoa jay na, manush-khoko pashu ache ki na ta-o jana nei.
aaro aathsho lombardy aarirosh-arohir dol, ekti shonghot shajonye, anxi sena-ni-er pasher dike aakromon korlo.
night owl boro dut-take hothath akashe fele dilo, onnanyo paie-r shujog na diye, tar du-thi mushi jhorer moto boro dut-er upor porbe. ebong tar mushi bomb-er moto phute uthlo, jokhon-i she tar upor aakromon korlo, bar bar beguni-kalo agun phute uthlo.
tar bhonggimati-o obhutanob, du hath diye buker upor boddho, galej du ti lal daag utheche, pashan nishash boro boro hoye utheche.
"eta korona, shei rate amar khub bhalo legeche." katy hese shawn-er thote chumu khelo, ebar shawn r kono sahosh kore kichu korlo na.
daanober gram juddho-te dhongsho hole-o, daanob-ra bhabe nirosh hoyni. tara ekhon jake anushhoron korche she ekjon rajkumar, ban-er unnoti ar besi dure nei. puronoder kothai, ei bhanga pethorer ghor-gulo agei bhalo lagto na, dhongsho howar por aro bhalo ghor toiri kora jabe.
"noshtho hole abar thik kore debei to," amar khali hather dike takiye mukhe bhab korlam, bhalo je ekhon shobai-er drishti tang fei-er upor.
niche je program code-ti dewa hoyeche, she ta mone rakhlo, tarpor porikhkha korte shuru korlo.
be-wan-er shany juqui tushas, boyosh chollis bochor, ekjon purush-er jiboner shobcheye shoktishali shomoy, tar sho-bcheye boro iccha hillo huni empire-ke punrojibito kora.
dekhiye tar moner vetor shomaj-er obostha eto porishkar, ami prashongsha kore matha nurlam.
tobe tommra jodi dekhte chao, tobe ami aro agun jaliye dibo, mukai-er upor ghum-er jol fele dibo, mukai aj ekta shirt porechhe, adha gilas gorom jol porar shomoy, she bheje gelo.
etar por, se nijer paara-r lokder samne goppo korleo, zhao qinning-er haitong ek number school-er shobcheye bhalo class-e pore, keu r ta shotti bole bhabbe na. tai "sheep-waist bay"-te tar mukhe alo joleche.
"tobe eta obhutanob." deng xiufen nijer mone-mone bollo, she r jiggasha korlo na, abar tar signal-pathanor angul-er abhyash korte laglo.