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Chapter 211 - 209 "Wind and Wheat Waves" (4k)

Chapter 211: Chapter 209 "Wind and Wheat Waves" (4k)

Wu Mu became slightly lost in the emotion of the song.

Although deep down he always believed he was the exceptional one, priding himself on being unique.

But he also knew that he wasn’t a person of remarkable talents.

No impressive tricks up his sleeve, not a high EQ, lacking the skill to charm and network, along with stubbornness and inexplicable behaviors.

Aside from relying on serious dedication and years of accumulation, having a decent programming skill seemed to be all that he could bring to the table.

He thought his personality wasn’t too bad either, possibly described as kind and gentle, treating everyone equally, able to restrain his desires, and so on.

But these small virtues didn’t seem particularly worth mentioning, they certainly couldn’t compare to the charismatic leaders in biographies, who could win people over with their words alone.

Thus, when he was young, even though he always felt unique within, he still had some inferiority complex, afraid to interact with the shiny successful people, fearing they would see him as a pretentious rock, hesitant to talk to pretty girls, even those he liked, hiding his feelings for fear of being hurt, and thus preemptively shutting down the possibility of starting anything.

Self-proclaimed uniqueness, self-proclaimed one-of-a-kind might sometimes just be a way to feign strength.

Immersing all his free time into game development might just be a way to numb himself, thinking that his life might just turn out this way, offering some anesthesia for his reality, where at least in the worlds he created in his games, he could freely plan everything, assign himself the most legendary stories, the most dazzling dames, to fulfill dreams that may never come true in his real life.

This sort of self-numbing went on for quite a long time, until he gradually realized that some people did like him, understood him.

Players liked and understood the world he depicted, willing to support his game with their hard-earned cash.

A kind and lovely girl liked it, cheerfully playing his game updates, providing him with all sorts of imaginative suggestions, telling him that in her heart, he was special and unique.

Although at this time his game wasn’t particularly popular, nor was it making much money, and he eventually broke up with the kind and lovely girl after several years.

But Wu Mu had undeniably found his foundation for standing.

This foundation wasn’t just materialistic but also spiritual, even if he returned to being penniless or to a lifetime of not earning much.

He would no longer doubt or feel inferior as before.

Because he no longer needed external validation.

"Like me, a lonely person."

"Like me, a foolish person."

"Like me, a person unwilling to settle for mediocrity."

"How many people are there in the world."

Wu Mu sang softly, his fingers lightly strumming the guitar.

"Like me, inexplicably so."

"Will anyone feel heartache for me."

It is indeed good to be liked, understood, and to have someone who feels for you.

But if not, it’s also okay.

I like myself, understand myself, and feel for myself.

Wu Mu answered for himself in his heart.

The song ended, and the air fell silent for a moment.

Lin Qingyue, sitting across from him, was looking at him with a smile in her eyes.

Well, Wu Mu guessed, she probably understood and liked the value and world inside him as well.

He wasn’t sure whether Lin Qingyue would still hold such a high regard for him now if he didn’t have the "borrowed" abilities added by the system.

But he was certain, even if it were his past self here now, Lin Qingyue would absolutely be willing to make friends with him.

Wu Mu locked eyes with Lin Qingyue for two seconds, then broke the silence, sighing helplessly, "Director Lin, what song would you like to hear next? If we don’t hurry, we’ll have to travel back at night."

The end of the song wasn’t truly the end, without Lin Qingyue having to speak up, Wu Mu knew that there definitely would be an "improvised" session to follow.

Sure enough, Lin Qingyue laughed, "Teacher Wu Mu, Lu Yao and the others all had their turn at improvisation; I can’t miss out, right?"

What else could Wu Mu say? Of course!

Lin Qingyue looked around, "If you can still write one, do it about our current setting, or if you have any new songs suitable, bring them out."

About our current setting?

Following Lin Qingyue’s gaze, Wu Mu took in the surroundings as well.

There was still time before dusk, the sun hung slightly westward, golden sunlight filtering through the cherry blossom leaves, spilling around them, with the blue sky in the distance clear and unblemished.

Large golden wheat fields met the azure sky, enveloping them and the cherry tree beside them, to their left ran a railway trail stretching far along the field.

Honestly, even just for this view, the hours of driving were worth it, any casual snapshot here would be wallpaper-worthy.

And with the environment right now, system or no system, Wu Mu himself could think of a very fitting song.

Of course, he had heard this song in his past life, remembered it, but not well enough to transcribe the tune on his own.

He would need to spend points to draw it.

Wu Mu opened his system panel and began purchasing Treasure Box to draw.