Yan Xiao took the guitar from Zhang Meimei and walked over to the chair in front of the microphone stand.
He lightly plucked the strings twice, and the guitar immediately rang out with a lovely sound.
A fine guitar.
That was what Yan Xiao thought.
Unbidden, memories of his former life came to him.
A song he had heard before crossing into this world surfaced in his mind.
He hummed a few lines softly and found himself slipping into the mood.
Taking a deep breath, Yan Xiao finally strummed the guitar again.
"Every morning, I wake on my own at half past seven"
"The wind chimes ring, another day beneath wispy clouds"
"The scent of sun-dried clothes sets my heart at ease"
"Everything is soft and peaceful"
He thought of his former life. It all seemed like a black-and-white film, drained of color.
Yet it had truly been an ordinary, comfortable life.
"At every crossroads, flowers bloom in the sunshine"
"A lovely love song drifts from a little shop"
"It never takes too long to reach where you're going"
Yan Xiao had never really known where he was heading in his former life.
Perhaps it was the financial freedom he longed for, or the harmonious family he hoped to have, with both a son and a daughter.
But dwelling on the past no longer held much meaning.
He was very happy with his life now.
"Among the people coming and going, kindness abounds"
"This is the most ordinary of days"
"Do you miss it too?"
"No chasing, no rushing, just a slow walk home"
"Let the years drift by like this, without a care"
Thinking about his life now, everyone around him truly was full of kindness.
Perhaps,
just perhaps,
his excellence now kept those around him from harboring any