It was just after the first lunar month, and the wind in Beijing was still chilly, pricking your face like tiny needles. Huo Mo walked out of the government building wrapped in a dark gray cashmere coat. Secretary Xiao Zhang, who was following him, stepped forward quickly and handed over the hot coffee he had just brought. He said with cautious respect in his tone: "Huo Tang, the car is ready. Do you want to go back to the dormitory or to the office?"
Huo Mo touched the wall of the coffee cup with his fingertips. The temperature was just right, neither hot nor cold. He did not answer immediately. Instead, he turned his head and looked at the flagpole in front of the building - the five-star red flag was flapping in the cold wind, and the golden sunlight shone on the flag, making people's eyes dazzled. He squinted his eyes, and the fine lines at the end of his eyes were not obvious in the backlight, leaving only a lazy and distant expression, which was exactly the same as the "flattered" person who was elected as a department-level cadre at the work report meeting last week.
"Go back to the dormitory." He finally spoke, his voice was calm, and he was a little tired from just finishing the meeting. "The afternoon meeting was postponed. They said that I had an old problem and needed to rest."
