Zhou Qingchen sat on the roof of the skyscraper with a lollipop in his mouth and looked at the white clouds, "What a clear white clouds and blue sky." His long phoenix eyes lifted up and a flash of light suddenly appeared, and there was a half-hearted smile at the corner of his mouth that seemed real and fake. The cars downstairs were as numerous and small as ants, "Bang!" The door quilt on the top floor was covered. Gravity knocked them away, and several men with lewd smiles walked towards the people in front of them step by step. The sticks in their hands kept beating into the air. A big man in the lead let out a contemptuous laugh: "Z fox, we have finally caught you this time. It depends on how you run this time, unless you have wings to fly to the sky." "Chen Qing stood up and patted the non-existent dust on his body, and looked back: "If I don't let you find me, do you think you can find me? It's useless." The indifference in his tone made the faces of the people opposite him twitch obviously. Qing Qing walked to the edge of the roof, looking at the blue sky and white clouds. A trace of confusion and longing flashed through his mind, and he murmured softly: "Everyone has their own piece of sky below, but why don't I see mine?" As he said, his body began to fall backwards and began to fall. The big man who was still on the top of the building could vaguely hear the sweetness of candy and the unique fragrance of women remaining in the air.