One hundred seventeen: Who is plucking the guitar strings

"Master Carter," the policeman by the roadside saluted the child walking by, tipping his hat.

"Good morning, Officer," the child in his eyes was smiling.

"Master Carter," the bookstore manager by the roadside smiled at the child who was coming.

"Good morning, Mister Manager," the child in his eyes smiled bashfully.

Carter Yudam was on his way to the library; as a member of the Yudam family, he had become a very popular child in the city over the past month.

Everyone liked him.

Carter Yudam stood on tiptoe to take a newspaper from the shelf: "Sir, please have this newspaper delivered to my house, thank you."

The manager nodded, took the money and newspaper, and headed to the Yudam residence.

The child continued to walk with a smile, always returning a smile whenever he was greeted.

He passed the store opened by the Thanan, disliking the smell inside, Carter frowned and looked towards the large window, someone was waving at him, and Carter immediately showed a happy smile.