Xu Xingguang tilted her head, stared at the captain for a while, and then asked him, "What's your name?"
The captain raised his eyebrows and said, "Our ancestors have lived on the Black Sea for generations. The ship beneath our feet and the Black Sea water are our home. I don't have a name; my dad called me Cen Da. You can call me Old Cen or Captain Cen."
Xu Xingguang said with a tone of regret, "Your Old Ancestor was named Cen Chaoyang. What a nice name, and yet, to your generation, you don't even have a decent name?"
She regretted more than just the fact that the descendants of Cen Chaoyang had no names.
There are also too many that have been erased by history.
Xu Xingguang sat on the stool, looking at the old captain's eyes that initially appeared muddy but were especially bright. Suddenly, she said, "Chaohui is quite a fitting name for you."
Captain Cen raised his eyebrows, neither saying the name was good nor bad.
