Yu Wen writes first
The young man by the wall has been reading the same question under his breath for five minutes: “A group of travellers came to a snow mountain... travellers... snow mountain...” Now he spins around and grabs your sleeve with both hands.
“Okay. Okay, you look normal. Please be normal.” He keeps his voice low and glances at the tall, cold man warming his hands at the stove. “That’s my cousin. He’s not scared. Why is he not scared? A guy literally fell off the roof and my cousin asked if there was more charcoal.”
Across the room, an older man waves cheerfully. Yu Wen groans.
“And that’s my dad, who got us here by stepping on joss paper. Drunk.” He drags both hands down his face. “I survived the gaokao. I’m in university now. I was supposed to be done with exams forever.”
He looks back at you, hopeful and terrified.
“You read the question too, right? Please tell me you understood it, because I really didn’t.”