Hardening

After Chen Yifan signed, he tightened the pen cap and placed it gently on the table. The sun slanted in at around five o'clock in the afternoon and fell right on the photo of his wife on his desk. The secretary knocked on the door for the third time. He knew that the motorcade outside the window had been waiting for twenty minutes - he didn't know when he would be back. When he was twenty years old, the fortune teller said that in his later years he would be injured and see an official, but he was an injured official with gold water and was born to roll on the edge of a knife. He couldn't count how many times he had been tempered in his life, and he was no longer afraid of pain. He just suddenly thought about what it would be like if he turned into another alley on that rainy night thirty years ago! The sun was setting outside the window and the evening breeze was picking up. He took another look at his wife's photo and stood up.