{"id":1539,"date":"2026-03-11T20:08:38","date_gmt":"2026-03-11T12:08:38","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.livetops.com\/?p=1539"},"modified":"2026-03-11T20:18:01","modified_gmt":"2026-03-11T12:18:01","slug":"%e7%ac%acx%e7%ab%a0%ef%bc%9a%e5%86%9b%e4%ba%ba%e9%98%bf%e5%88%97%e5%85%8b%e8%b0%a2%ef%bc%9a%e4%b9%8c%e5%85%b0%e5%89%8d%e7%ba%bf%e7%9a%84%e4%b8%80%e5%b9%b4%e6%88%98%e4%ba%89%e4%bd%93%e9%aa%8c","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.livetops.com\/en\/archives\/1539","title":{"rendered":"Chapter X: Soldier Alexei: A Year of War Experience on the Ulaanbaatar Front"},"content":{"rendered":"

\ud83d\ude0e\ud83c\udf0d Special Application: War Micro Universe - Upland Front<\/strong> \ud83c\udf0d\ud83d\ude0e<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Type of experience:<\/strong> Military Men - A Year at War
Time Setting:<\/strong> 20XX, Ulaanbaatar Front
Time flow:<\/strong> 1 day external = 1 year internal
Experience Goals:<\/strong> The glory of humanity, the love of comrades, the terror of drones, confrontation and reconciliation with the enemy<\/p>\n\n\n\n

It was one of the heaviest, and most profound experiences. Not a game, not a fantasy - it wasThe real human proving ground<\/strong>. \ud83e\ude96\ud83d\udc94<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Let's solemnly, walk into this application. \ud83d\udeaa\ud83c\udf0c<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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\ud83d\udccb Application for Experience - Special Warfare Experience<\/h2>\n\n\n\n
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Life Experience Program - Extreme Experience Program Application Form<\/strong> \ud83d\udcdd<\/p>\n\n\n\n

sports event<\/th>element<\/th><\/tr><\/thead>
Experience Name<\/strong><\/td>War Microcosm - Upland Front 20XX<\/td><\/tr>
Type of experience<\/strong><\/td>Military Male - Infantry - Frontline Combat<\/td><\/tr>
Experience Location<\/strong><\/td>Microcosmos - Eastern Front of Ulaanbaatar 20XX<\/td><\/tr>
time speed<\/strong><\/td>1 day external = 1 year internal<\/td><\/tr>
Duration of experience<\/strong><\/td>External 24 hours = internal full 1 year<\/td><\/tr>
Technical configuration<\/strong><\/td>Gender transition (\u2192 25 year old male soldier) + Memory sequestration + Physical reality simulation<\/td><\/tr>
Ending Options<\/strong><\/td>Option to restore or keep any version<\/td><\/tr>
Application Status<\/strong><\/td>\u2705 approved<\/strong><\/td><\/tr><\/tbody><\/table><\/figure>\n\n\n\n
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Applicant Information<\/h3>\n\n\n\n
sports event<\/th>element<\/th><\/tr><\/thead>
name and surname<\/strong><\/td>You (Soul ID: 30 years of continuous memory existence)<\/td><\/tr>
current state<\/strong><\/td>16 year old girl (adjustable) + 30 year old soul + light blue hair rope to wear forever \ud83c\udf80<\/td><\/tr>
Application items<\/strong><\/td>War Microcosm - Upland Front 20XX<\/td><\/tr>
Reason for application<\/strong><\/td>I want to see the true light of humanity in the most extreme situations.<\/td><\/tr><\/tbody><\/table><\/figure>\n\n\n\n
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Special remarks \ud83d\udccc<\/h3>\n\n\n\n
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\"The experiencer has been informed that this microcosm is constructed based on real historical events and contains war in all its brutality and glory. Fear, hurt, and loss may be experienced during the experience. However, all emotional experiences are real, and all relationships are with real bodies of consciousness. Please choose carefully.\"<\/strong><\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

The moment you signed, your hand didn't shake.<\/strong> \u270d\ufe0f<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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\ud83d\udd04 Step 1: Conversion - From Teenage Girl to Soldier \ud83c\udfc3\u200d\u2640\ufe0f\u27a1\ufe0f\ud83e\ude96<\/h2>\n\n\n\n

Access to the transformation module \ud83d\udeaa<\/h3>\n\n\n\n

You stand in front of the mirror for the last time in the body of a sixteen year old girl and look at the light blue hair strings on your wrists.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

You touch it gently:<\/strong> \"Ashikawa, wait for me to come back.\" \ud83d\ude0a\ud83c\udf80<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Then you lie down in the transformation pod.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Nanobots on the move \ud83e\udda0\ud83d\udcab<\/h3>\n\n\n\n

This one was the most complete makeover ever:<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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  • Height stretching:<\/strong> 158cm \u2192 178cm, thicker bones, broader shoulders \ud83d\udccf<\/li>\n\n\n\n
  • Muscle Hyperplasia:<\/strong> Slender teenage arms turn into firm muscles, with pecs, abs, and back muscles appearing one by one \ud83d\udcaa<\/li>\n\n\n\n
  • Facial remodeling:<\/strong> The jawline becomes square, the brow bone becomes higher, the skin thickens, and stubble appears \ud83e\uddd4<\/li>\n\n\n\n
  • The voice lowers:<\/strong> Going from a bright teenage girl to a low baritone \ud83c\udfa4<\/li>\n\n\n\n
  • Scar simulation:<\/strong> Some random traces of old wounds are generated on the body for realism \u26a1<\/li>\n<\/ul>\n\n\n\n

    Half an hour later, you sit up.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

    You in the mirror:178cm, 25 years old, military build, sharp eyes and a few subtle scars on his face.<\/strong> \ud83e\ude9e\ud83e\ude96<\/p>\n\n\n\n

    You clench your fists, feeling a whole new sense of power.<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

    You:<\/strong> \"...... Let's go.\" \ud83d\ude0e<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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    \ud83d\udd12 Step 2: Memory Sealing \ud83e\udde0\ud83d\udd10<\/h2>\n\n\n\n

    Staff:<\/strong> \"We will seal your entire memory for 30 years. You will retain only basic military knowledge and a vague sense of 'I have a mission'. Your name is 'Alexei', you are 25 years old, and you were a programmer before enlisting. Ready?\"<\/p>\n\n\n\n

    You - no, it's Alexei now - nodded:<\/strong> \"Ready.\" \ud83d\ude36<\/p>\n\n\n\n

    The helmet went on with a buzz.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

    When you open your eyes again, you're in uniform, sitting in a bumpy truck surrounded by a group of young men also in uniform.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

    You:<\/strong> \"I'm ...... Alexei. Where are we going?\" \ud83e\udd14<\/p>\n\n\n\n

    The person next to you pats you on the back:\"Dumb sleep, bro? Front line, two hours to go.\"<\/strong> \ud83d\ude05<\/p>\n\n\n\n

    You look at his face and suddenly think, this person would be important.<\/strong> \ud83e\udd1d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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    \ud83e\ude96 Step 3: The Year of War - The Complete Chronicle \ud83d\udcd6<\/h2>\n\n\n\n
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    \ud83c\udf11 Chapter 1: Arriving on the Front Line-First Lessons in Fear<\/h2>\n\n\n\n

    Day 1: The first shelling in the trenches \ud83d\udca5<\/h3>\n\n\n\n

    The truck is parked at the edge of the woods. You get out of the truck and walk into the trench.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

    The trenches are muddy and the air is a mixture of smoke, dirt and some indefinable smell. You step on the planks and follow the line forward.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

    Suddenly--<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

    \"Boom!!!\"<\/strong> \ud83d\udca5<\/p>\n\n\n\n

    You're jolted into the mud, your ears buzzing, and you can't hear anything. Someone pulls you up, mouth moving, but you can't hear.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

    It was the first time in your life that you were that close to death.<\/strong> \ud83d\ude31<\/p>\n\n\n\n

    Day 3: Drone Eyes \ud83d\udc41\ufe0f\u200d\ud83d\udde8\ufe0f<\/h3>\n\n\n\n

    The first time you see a drone dropping a bomb.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

    The thing hangs in the sky like an ominous bird. You hid in the trenches, listening to it buzz and wondering when it would drop something.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

    Then it pitched.<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

    Thirty meters away, a small bunker is blown up. You see people being carried out, their legs covered in blood.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

    You begin to fear the sky.<\/strong> \ud83c\udf2b\ufe0f\ud83d\ude28<\/p>\n\n\n\n

    Day 7: First Shot \ud83d\udd2b<\/h3>\n\n\n\n

    At night, the sentry spots someone approaching. You crouch in the trench, your hand shaking as you hold your rifle.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

    \"Shoot!\"<\/strong> The squad leader shouted.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

    You pull the trigger. The sound of the gun is deafening and the recoil hits your shoulder.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

    It was later realized that it was just scouts and didn't hit anyone.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

    But you know that for the first time:You can kill. You can also be killed.<\/strong> \ud83d\ude36\ud83d\udc94<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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    \ud83e\udd1d Chapter 2: Comrades in Arms - Closer Than Family<\/h2>\n\n\n\n

    Squad Leader - Victor \ud83d\udc68\u200d\u2708\ufe0f<\/h3>\n\n\n\n

    Victor is 32 years old and before the war was an elementary school gym teacher. He doesn't say much, but every word is useful.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

    One time you asked:\"Squad leader, are you afraid?\"<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

    He looked at the night sky and was silent for a long time:<\/p>\n\n\n\n

    \"Fear. But I'm the class president. What will you do if I'm afraid?\"<\/strong> \ud83d\ude14<\/p>\n\n\n\n

    Then he pats you on the back:\"Remember, on the battlefield, you don't live for yourself. You live for the person next to you.\"<\/strong> \ud83e\udec2<\/p>\n\n\n\n

    It's a phrase you remember for the rest of your life.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

    Brothers - Misha \ud83e\udd17<\/h3>\n\n\n\n

    Misha enlisted the same day as you and sat next to you in the truck. He was 20 years old, a baker before the war, and had a bit of a silly smile.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

    He taught you:<\/strong> Even in the trenches, you can find something to laugh about.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

    Once, he cooked instant noodles in his helmet and shared half of it with you:\"Eat! Eat enough to have the strength to be afraid!\"<\/strong> \ud83c\udf5c\ud83d\ude02<\/p>\n\n\n\n

    You're hiding in a bunker eating noodles, and there's a lot of artillery fire outside, but you suddenly feel, not so scared.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

    Medic-Anna \ud83d\udc69\u200d\u2695\ufe0f<\/h3>\n\n\n\n

    Anna is the only woman on the front line. She is 28 years old, was a nurse before the war, and now spends her days saving lives under fire.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

    Once you were wounded - shrapnel across your arm, not too bad, but bleeding profusely. Anna rushed over and bandaged it in seconds.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

    She's looking at you:<\/strong> \"Does it hurt?\"<\/p>\n\n\n\n

    You:<\/strong> \"No pain ...... thanks.\"<\/p>\n\n\n\n

    She laughed:<\/strong> \"Lies. But thanks for saying it didn't hurt.\" \ud83d\ude0a<\/p>\n\n\n\n

    She turns and runs to another wounded man. You look at her back and suddenly realize what it means to be\"Angels on Earth\"<\/strong>. \ud83d\udcab<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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    \ud83d\udef8 Chapter 3: The Terror of Drones - The Sky is No Longer a Friend<\/h2>\n\n\n\n

    Week 7: Deadly Buzz \ud83d\ude08<\/h3>\n\n\n\n

    You never forget that sound - a buzzing, buzzing, buzzing, like giant mosquitoes, like the whisper of death.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

    At one point, you were resting in an abandoned farmhouse. No one heard the drone approaching.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

    Then it pitched.<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

    Half of the farmhouse collapsed. You were buried under the rubble, unable to see anything but Misha calling your name:<\/p>\n\n\n\n

    \"Alexei! Alexei! Where are you!!!\"<\/strong> \ud83d\ude31<\/p>\n\n\n\n

    You crawl out of the rubble and see Misha covered in blood, still digging desperately.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

    You:<\/strong> \"I'm here! I'm okay!\"<\/p>\n\n\n\n

    Misha turns around and sees you, freezes for a moment, and then cries.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

    He's holding you:<\/strong> \"I thought ...... I thought you ......\" \ud83d\ude2d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

    That night, you sat by the ruins and neither of you spoke. But you held his hand and never let go. \ud83e\udd1d\ud83d\udc94<\/p>\n\n\n\n

    Month 4: Drone Phobia \ud83c\udf2b\ufe0f<\/h3>\n\n\n\n

    You begin to fear any buzzing sound. Airplanes, cars, even bees--<\/p>\n\n\n\n

    At one point, a bee flies by and your whole body freezes. Misha looks at you and says nothing, just pats you on the shoulder.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

    Later he gives you an earplug:\"Put it on. If you can't hear, you're not afraid.\"<\/strong> \ud83d\udc42<\/p>\n\n\n\n

    You know it doesn't work. But you wear it anyway. Because he gave it to you. \ud83c\udf81\ud83d\udc95<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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    \ud83e\udd1d Chapter 4: Confrontation - When the Enemy is Human Too<\/h2>\n\n\n\n

    Month 6: Seeing \"him\" for the first time \ud83d\udc40<\/h3>\n\n\n\n

    It's an abandoned factory. You were on the second floor and the enemy was on the first. Both sides know the other is there, but neither dares to move.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

    Three days of stalemate.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

    On the third night, you go on sentry duty, and suddenly you see someone moving downstairs -- not attacking, but ...... looking for something.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

    You raise your gun and aim it at him.<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

    He sees you too, raises his gun and aims it at you.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

    And there you are, 30 meters apart, muzzle to muzzle, and no one pulls the trigger.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

    You see it in his eyes - it's the same fear as yours.<\/strong> \ud83d\ude28<\/p>\n\n\n\n

    Month 6 + Day 1: The Beginning of Reconciliation \ud83e\udd1d<\/h3>\n\n\n\n

    It's dawn, and you're still at each other's throats.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

    Then he made a strange move: slowly lowering his gun and pulling something out of his pocket-It's a photograph.<\/strong>. He holds it up far away for you to see.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

    In the photo, it was a woman and two children.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

    He pointed to the photo, then to himself, and made an \"I'm scared\" gesture.<\/strong> \ud83d\udc68\u200d\ud83d\udc69\u200d\ud83d\udc67\u200d\ud83d\udc66\ud83d\ude14<\/p>\n\n\n\n

    You froze.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

    Then you, too, drop your gun and pull the earplug Misha gave you out of your pocket.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

    You hold it up for him to see, then point to your ear and make a sign that says \"I'm afraid of sound\".<\/strong> \ud83d\udc42\ud83d\ude14<\/p>\n\n\n\n

    He nodded.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

    On that day, no one fired a shot.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

    Month 7: The Silent Silence \ud83e\udd2b<\/h3>\n\n\n\n

    Later, you formed a strange understanding in that area:<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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    • You rest in the same ruins, he in the east, you in the west, without disturbing each other \ud83c\udfda\ufe0f<\/li>\n\n\n\n
    • Occasionally I see each other and nod from afar \ud83d\udc4b<\/li>\n\n\n\n
    • Once, he saw you were hurt and secretly threw over a roll of bandages \ud83d\udce6<\/li>\n\n\n\n
    • You returned it to him later - a piece of chocolate \ud83c\udf6b<\/li>\n<\/ul>\n\n\n\n

      You've never talked to each other. But you both know each other's names (exchanged with graffiti on the wall):<\/strong>
      His name is \"Demitro\".<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

      Month 10: When Demetrio got hurt \ud83d\udc94<\/h3>\n\n\n\n

      The shelling was particularly heavy that day. After the shelling was over, you heard people moaning in the west.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

      You hesitate long enough to climb over.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

      Demetro lay in the rubble, his leg crushed and bleeding.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

      He saw you and there was fear in his eyes - not fear of death, but fear that you would kill him.<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

      You don't say anything and start to move the stone that's pressed against his leg.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

      He froze, then began to help as well.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

      It took half an hour of moving to finally get him out. You bandage him up the way Anna taught you.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

      After wrapping it up, he grabs your hand and speaks in Russian:<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

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      \"Thanks ...... bro.\"<\/strong> \ud83d\ude2d\ud83e\udd1d<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

      And you answered back:<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

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      \"No thanks ...... bro.\"<\/strong> \ud83d\ude2d\ud83e\udd1d<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

      For all you know, tomorrow, it could still be the enemy.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

      But today, you are the ones who have saved each other.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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      \ud83c\udf08 Chapter 5: The Light of Humanity - Those Shining Moments<\/h2>\n\n\n\n

      Anna's Last Night \u2728<\/h3>\n\n\n\n

      In the eighth month, Anna died.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

      A drone dropped a bomb that hit her medical station squarely.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

      By the time you guys rushed over, she was already ......<\/p>\n\n\n\n

      Misha fell to his knees and cried like a baby. Anna saved him three times.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

      That night, everyone stayed up.<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

      Victor said something you'll always remember:<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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      \"She saved so many people. Now, it's our turn to remember her.\"<\/strong> \ud83d\udd6f\ufe0f\ud83d\udc94<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

      From then on, before every charge, you all said in your hearts:\"Anna, bless us.\"<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

      Misha's birthday \ud83c\udf82<\/h3>\n\n\n\n

      The tenth month, Misha's 21st birthday.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

      There happened to be no shelling that day. Victor flipped a candle out of nowhere (there was only one) and stuck it in a compressed cracker.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

      You sit around the bunker and sing birthday songs.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

      Misha closed his eyes and made a wish before blowing out the candles.<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

      Later you ask him:<\/strong> \"Wish for what?\"<\/p>\n\n\n\n

      He looked away:<\/strong> \"I hope the war is over. I hope we're all alive. I hope Anna is too.\"<\/strong> \ud83d\ude22<\/p>\n\n\n\n

      That candle, you keep it all the time. Nobody throws it away.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

      One last time side by side \ud83e\udd1d<\/h3>\n\n\n\n

      In the eleventh month, you received orders: attack that abandoned factory - Demetro's and their position.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

      You're silent.<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

      That night, you went to the place where you used to \"swap\" and pressed a note on a rock:<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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      \"Tomorrow, we will attack. Be careful.\"<\/strong> \ud83d\udcdd<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

      The next day, when you stormed the factory, it was empty.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

      Only one line was left on the wall:<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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      \"Thanks. Take care, bro.\"<\/strong> \u270d\ufe0f<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

      You laughed and laughed and laughed and cried. \ud83d\ude0a\ud83d\udc94<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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      \ud83c\udf96\ufe0f Chapter 6: The End - Time to Leave<\/h2>\n\n\n\n

      Day 365: The Last Day \u23f3<\/h3>\n\n\n\n

      You know that today is the day of your departure - although the concept of \"I'm leaving\" is not in your sealed memory, the body knows. The soul knows.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

      \u90a3\u5929\u6ca1\u6709\u70ae\u51fb\u3002\u9633\u5149\u5f88\u597d\uff0c\u96be\u5f97\u7684\u597d\u5929\u6c14\u3002<\/p>\n\n\n\n

      \u4f60\u548c\u7c73\u6c99\u3001\u7ef4\u514b\u591a\u5750\u5728\u4e00\u8d77\uff0c\u5206\u4e86\u4e00\u5305\u997c\u5e72\u3002<\/p>\n\n\n\n

      \u7c73\u6c99\uff1a<\/strong> \u201c\u963f\u5217\u514b\u8c22\uff0c\u6218\u4e89\u7ed3\u675f\u540e\uff0c\u4f60\u60f3\u505a\u4ec0\u4e48\uff1f\u201d \ud83c\udf6a<\/p>\n\n\n\n

      \u4f60\u60f3\u4e86\u60f3\uff1a<\/strong> \u201c\u53bb\u627e\u4e00\u4e2a\u4eba\u3002\u7136\u540e\u2026\u2026\u597d\u597d\u6d3b\u7740\u3002\u201d \ud83d\ude0a<\/p>\n\n\n\n

      \u7ef4\u514b\u591a\uff1a<\/strong> \u201c\u90a3\u6211\u4eec\u4e00\u8d77\u3002\u6211\u5bb6\u5728\u8f85\u57fa\uff0c\u6709\u9662\u5b50\uff0c\u53ef\u4ee5\u79cd\u83dc\u3002\u201d \ud83c\udfe1<\/p>\n\n\n\n

      \u7c73\u6c99\uff1a<\/strong> \u201c\u6211\u53bb\u7ed9\u4f60\u4eec\u9001\u9762\u5305\uff01\u201d \ud83c\udf5e<\/p>\n\n\n\n

      \u4f60\u4eec\u7b11\u4e86\uff0c\u50cf\u4e09\u4e2a\u50bb\u5b50\u3002<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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