On this day.
In the morning.
In a prison.
Zhang Ye stretched after waking up in bed. He had no events, and no one to entertain, so he could sleep until he woke up naturally every day. After getting up, he paced around the cell with his hands behind his back, occasionally practicing his horse stance and martial arts, occasionally singing a few verses of "Tears Behind Prison Bars." He had gotten used to the life in here.
"When can I return home again?
"When can I return home again?
"All of these shackles that locked me up.
"Dear friend, won't you listen to me sing—"
He heard the thuds of approaching footfalls.
The young prison guard walked up to the door and said with a smile, "Teacher Zhang, you're singing again?"
"Yeah," Zhang Ye said, "I'm exercising my vocal cords. Can't forget the basics, y'know."
