The heaviest rainstorm in Fengcheng since the beginning of summer fell suddenly at dusk.
After several heavy muffled thunders, several flashes of lightning flashed, and the rain poured down like a flood that burst its banks.
The sound of raindrops made people's ears ring and their hearts tremble. Between the sky and the earth, dense rain curtains suddenly formed, gray and gray, like thousands of ferocious little snakes twisting and dancing wildly.
The sky was dark, it was only around three o'clock in the afternoon, and it felt like it was already dark.
At this moment, on the platform on the top floor of the Marriott Building, the tallest building in Fengcheng, a fat figure was standing in the cold rain.
The heavy rain had drenched him all over. His hair clings to his forehead, almost covering one eye; the other eye is like a dead fish, empty, and he doesn't know where he is looking.
A flash of lightning flashed.
In the flash of light, the man's pale face disappeared in the blink of an eye.
The sound of rain gradually became lighter, but the wind picked up. A few sparks flashed in the whistling wind. A billboard suddenly collapsed from the roof of the building and was dangling in the air.
The man remained silent and motionless, as if he were carved from wood or stone.
The sky is getting darker and darker.
Over the city, large and thick black clouds were gathering rapidly, getting lower and lower.
The wind died down and the rain became lighter. The sky in the east shows a slightly bluish-white color.
The man finally moved his body and slowly moved towards the edge of the platform, step by step.
The tall Marriott Building, like a giant, stands proudly in the center of the city. Looking down from the top of the building, the street looks like a thin intestine, and the sculptures in the park in the middle of the street look more like toys.
The man had reached the edge of the platform and slowly stopped, breathing like a beast.
He exhaled a long breath, slowly raised his legs, and placed one foot on the stone steps. The other foot was lifted up, moved a bit, hesitated, and then slowly took it back.
Black clouds rushed up, and a heavy rain suddenly fell. The man raised his hand, clenched his fist, and his thick eyebrows gradually loosened. One of his feet was firmly planted on the stone steps, and the other foot stepped up without hesitation.
He stood on the stone steps. Below him, it was like a bottomless abyss.
In an instant, he felt dizzy, panicked, and his mouth was dry. I felt frantic and frightened, and I could hardly help but shout loudly. The heart seemed to be in the throat, and it was about to pop out when he opened his mouth.
His body began to tremble and his calves trembled.
He bit his lip and his chest heaved violently.
For a moment, a very small stream of blood slowly trickled down the corner of his mouth. A bitter smile appeared on his cheeks.
His lips kept moving, and two lines of tears slowly came out.
He raised his head and took one last look at the sky that was so familiar to this city. This is the first time I feel so nostalgic and reluctant to leave.
In the magnificent office of the Marriott Building, he had stood in front of the large floor-to-ceiling windows countless times, watching the rising sun slowly rise from the east with an imperial gaze, shining the first ray of sunlight on the glass in the morning. On the window, the four bright and spectacular golden characters of "Marriott Group" are projected.
Only this time, he will never see the sun tomorrow again.
Another burst of rain hit his face suddenly, and he seemed unaware of it.
The sky is dyed like ink. The whole city seemed to be impatiently waiting for something in its inexplicable uneasiness.
He slowly opened his arms and stretched them into a large Chinese character; his body slowly dived forward and suddenly fell forward like a big bird, floating down from the roof of the building.
