Long Xiaoqi saw Qingcheng for the first time. He stayed for several seconds at the gate of the capital. Qingcheng is wearing a goose yellow dress and a student’s hairstyle, which is as clean as coming out of a painting. He drove them to eat, watch movies, drink coffee, took Fangda’s hand down to exclude other men around Qingcheng, and took her to Fangda’s home. When Qingcheng didn’t go back that night, long Xiaoqi could hear the screams and cries of Qingcheng. The projection on the window was like a shadow play, in which the eagle preyed on its prey. He was leaning against the front of the car with a bucket in his hand and wanted to rush in and pull the clean woman out. At that time, Qingcheng was like a piece of white paper, on which Fangda was painting.