"The poem is excellent!" The commander glanced at Yang Chen and sighed, "It's a pity that I didn't write it!"
Yang Chen looked at the commander, smiled slightly, and said, "Your handwriting is also very good."
"Far from it!" The commander shook his head and walked to the tea table.
After the commander sat down, he gestured for Yang Chen to sit as well.
Zhou Qinghe conscientiously brewed tea for the two of them.
The commander looked at Yang Chen and said, "Actually, I think there are no heroes in our era."
Yang Chen lowered his head slightly, pondered for a moment, and said slowly, "I'm sorry, but I don't quite agree with that. I believe that no matter the era, there are always heroes."
The commander smiled and nodded, "You're right. Before I met you, I thought there were no heroes, but after meeting you, I believe there are heroes in this era."
Yang Chen shook his head again, "A hero is not a single person, but a group, a spirit."
