The next day was overcast, and Feng Jun got up very early—not because he couldn't sleep, but because he could faintly hear music coming from outside his window.
The music came from the other side of the building; he walked over, drew back the curtains, and was a bit dumbfounded. "Square dancing?"
His villa was right by the roadside. As mentioned earlier, this area has a mountainous terrain; the villas weren't especially uniform, and opposite the villas was a forest. Now, in the forest, there was a gathering of about thirty or forty people dancing the square dance.
The road in front of his house was just a two-lane roadway with a bike lane and room for emergency avoidance, totaling about ten meters in width.
From such a close distance, having people dance the square dance early in the morning—no wonder one couldn't sleep well!
It was a relief that his bedroom was on the other side, or it would have been even noisier.
