Copy 1: At the beginning of the story, a strange girl has a heroic dream. But later he gradually withdrew from the world and was hard to find. Many years later, he asked, why? The person opposite touched his nose and felt guilty. The torchbearer who carried hope back then was now like this, feeling sorry for the country... Copy 2: He leaned slightly towards the person in front of him, the cigarette butt held between his two fingers flickered, burned, and turned into a wisp of ashes, blown up by the night wind, floating in all directions, "How long? Hmm?" Meng Qiyao, how long have we been out of contact - three years and five months. One thousand two hundred and sixty-seven days. Thirty, four hundred and eight hours. Xu Jinyu, which one do you want me to say?