With several new guests, the bus was obviously too crowded.
You couldn't just have his wife and child sleep on the floor. Feng Mountain offered up his small bedroom and decided to sleep on the floor with Tom, which made Zhang Kai feel even more embarrassed.
As for Nash, he absolutely refused to sleep inside. He'd rather wrap himself in a bearskin coat and sleep in the work shed.
Feng Mountain felt helpless about it.
The Indian man was quiet, avoided crowds, and preferred not to eat at the table with everyone. He had an extremely strong sense of personal space. Aside from offering a small smile to little Liangliang, he ignored everyone else completely.
That evening, a bitter cold wind once again swept across the Far North Tundra. Snowflakes slammed against the windows with a rattling sound. Feng Mountain added plenty of wood to the stove, making the inside of the bus toasty warm.
Everyone said their goodnights and drifted off to sleep.
「Early Morning.」
