Huang Lei had no idea what was going on in Fan Xiaofei's mind; all she could think about, sitting in the bed of the truck, was how cold she was.
Even though a tarpaulin had been thrown over to keep out the rain, it fluttered constantly once the truck began to move, and the wind kept pouring in.
Although she stood in a nice spot where she didn't have to jostle with others, she couldn't withstand the bitterly cold wind that was truly overwhelming.
She had made ample preparations, wrapping herself in a heavy cotton-padded coat, but even so, she felt almost defeated by the cold.
Zhang Xia and Han Qian were also miserably cold. "I think the next time we go home for the Spring Festival, we should bring a quilt," said one.
Huang Lei nodded repeatedly, "Right, right, right."
She had seen some of the older educated youth bring quilts before and had wondered if it was because they lacked them at home.
Now they understood, the most crucial thing was to keep from freezing in the truck.