His head was buzzing as if someone had hit him with a hammer.
I opened my eyes suddenly and saw a thick vermilion pillar, which was painted with dark red paint and was very mottled. The palms of my hands were sticky with sweat, and I was holding a piece of yellowed paper. The handwriting on the paper was crooked, as if it was drawn by a child who had just learned to write.
"Lin Xiao! Lin Xiao!"
Someone is calling me. I raised my head and saw a middle-aged man wearing a blue robe and a black gauze hat standing not far away, with an impatient expression on his face: "Will you answer or not? There is only one stick of incense left. If you don't hand in the paper, this year's provincial examination will be cancelled!"
