A young guy sat on a small open space between a bubble tea shop and a convenience store. He looked about the same age as Li Younan, or maybe a bit younger.
He wore an ordinary white cotton t-shirt, with slightly long hair tied messily in a small bun at the back.
His fingers plucked and slid across the guitar strings with smooth, fluid movements. He wasn't playing anything complex, just a soothing, folk-like melody that sounded familiar but its name wouldn't come to mind right away.
After finishing a prelude, he cleared his throat, not loudly, but with a clean and somewhat youthful clarity, then began to sing.
"The lazy wind of July, even the clouds turn warm and hot..."
Li Younan went to buy a bottle of water.
The young guy was still in the same spot, his fingers plucking strings, singing gentle tunes that blended in with the street's background noise.
