林峰对着镜子比划了两下，这身打扮透着一股子假兮兮的土味儿。他使劲甩了甩头， Attempting to shake off the remnants of the night, only to find that the world around him was even stranger.

He exited the room only to step into a courtyard. Traditional Chinese architecture surrounded him, with hanging red lanterns and a long corridor winding through the garden. A stone pathway led to a large pavilion at the end, where an old man with a long white beard sat, reading a book.

"Who the hell are you?" Lin Peak was in shock. He didn't expect to see someone like this in this strange dream. He had always been an ordinary guy, an office worker struggling to make ends meet, and now here he was, in a completely different world, dressed like a scholar from ancient times.

The old man looked up from his book and smiled, "年轻人，你看起来很困惑。我是这里的掌管者，你可以叫我老爷爷。你叫什么名字？为什么会在这里？"

Lin Feng hesitated for a moment, unsure of how to answer. "I'm Lin Feng, and I don't know why I'm here. I woke up in this strange place with these clothes on, and now I'm being asked questions by a stranger."