Then he felt a bit rueful, wondering if he didn't even know his own son's hobbies.
"When did you start liking this kind of thing?"
But it seemed strange as his son didn't seem to have bought any models or books related to sailing ships.
Never saw him showing interest in this area of hobbies.
"No, I just started liking it recently," Hongchen replied perfunctorily.
He went to the bow, looking towards the sea, suddenly lifted his hand, and then walked up to the deck to pat the mast.
He looked at the poop deck, then at the forecastle.
The ship didn't have a figurehead; instead, there was a mast extending straight out.
"It would be nice if it were a bird's head," he said inexplicably.
For the past month, they traveled around various places, and Hongchen seemed to be getting healthier.
