"This is amazing, maybe we should send a physicist up here."
Yun Hongjun gazed out into the vast and boundless starry skies through the elliptical porthole, expressing his feelings.
Xie Liaofu, who was beside him, was spinning in place in the middle of the cabin, seeming to have a great time, but he still found a moment to respond:
"Why send a physicist?"
"Because I've heard that, like literature, the cutting edge of science always relies on those fleeting moments of inspiration, which don't come from mundane life.
Now, whenever I look out at the stars, I feel like my whole life can be interpreted differently. This is definitely the dreamland for creators."
Xie Liaofu laughed in an unflattering manner, feeling something similar in his heart, but he was more eager to enjoy the sensation of space itself.
The man who had sent countless astronauts into space could now send himself, which was in itself a very meaningful thing.