Qingyun's Love: Tiger Boy Falls in Love with a Pretty Lawyer

Ran Mo came to the lawyer's stall alone that day. As usual, the servant brought the table and chairs to him. After thanking him, Ran Mo sat alone in front of the stall, lost in thought.

Previously, Qingsheng and Azan had accompanied her in receiving guests. Although they were not good at answering legal questions, their presence gave her more prestige and made her feel less lonely.

Now that both of them were away, it was also related to her. Especially Azan, after she took the initiative to introduce him to her husband, he couldn't come to accompany her. Although it was a good thing, it also made her feel a little disappointed.

She used to always, intentionally or unintentionally, introduce or "push" people who were on good terms with her to others, or even push them into the arms of others. She didn't know whether she was too kind or too stupid.

At this moment, she sat quietly, fiddling with the pen and paper on the table, only to realize that she had hardly used them.

The work she is doing now is similar to legal consultation or non-litigation legal affairs. She doesn't know when she will be able to experience the judicial process again, like the last time in the civet cat case.

At that moment, a small boy walked by in the distance. He looked tall and thin, and frail. Strangely, he was wearing a bulky, cotton-padded jacket. At first glance, I thought he was wearing a down jacket.

If you still wear such heavy clothes in this season, you are either sloppy and don’t like to clean up, or your family is poor and you don’t pay attention to changing clothes with the season.

The child glanced over from a distance and continued walking with his head down. Ran Mo had an idea: since he had nothing to do anyway, he might as well chat with this child and see what was going on in the minds of children of this generation.

She beckoned the child to come over and sit for a while. Seeing her friendly face, the child walked over.

Ran Mo looked carefully and saw that the child was about ten years old and looked quite well-behaved, but his brows were furrowed and he looked a little malnourished.

The child looked at her evasively. She said gently, "Little friend, where do you live? If you have time, I have some writing brushes and ink. I can teach you a few words."

The child smiled happily, then shook his head dejectedly. Ran Mo smiled and said, "Why, you don't like learning to read? Write your name on this piece of paper and I'll show you how good your handwriting is."

The child lowered his head and said, "My name is Min'er, and I can't write." Ran Mo was stunned. If he can't write at this age, it means he has never been to school for a day.

She didn't know if the child was too poor to go to school or for some other reason, but she felt a pity for him, which reminded her of a little boy she had met before.

When she was traveling abroad, she saw a little boy selling straw hats on the street. He sat on the roadside and kept shouting: "Uncle, sister, buy me a hat."

The little boy was handsome and cute, with a soft, sweet voice. Unfortunately, she had already bought a hat, and fearing he would ask her to buy another, she lowered her head and hurried past him. The little boy tactfully stopped calling her. He was quite sensible.

Afterwards, she felt a little regretful. What if she bought another hat? At least she could see the little boy up close. But unfortunately, she just walked past him coldly.

She learned from the tour guide that many children in this area stop going to school at a very young age, or help their families sell things after school.

She thought about whether she could help the little boy, financially supporting him so he could concentrate on his studies. However, due to her own financial situation and not knowing how to go about it, she gave up. This was something Ranmo later regretted.

The child in front of her reminded Ran Mo of that scene. She had an idea: if the child's family was willing, she could help him with his studies, which would also be a wish of hers.

She kindly said to the child, "Don't be shy. I'm a literacy teacher myself. I can teach you to read and write for free. Would you like to learn from me?"

The child smiled sweetly and nodded seriously. Then his expression darkened and he remained silent.

Ran Mo was very puzzled. This child's expression kept changing from time to time. Could it be that he really had something on his mind or something that was difficult to express?

Ran Mo looked at his simple and even shabby clothes, reached out and patted his arm gently, asking him to sit next to him.

As his hand touched the flabby clothes, Ran Mo was taken aback. The clothes looked heavy, but were actually light. He touched it and felt nothing inside.

She suddenly remembered a story her mother had told her. It was about a child who had been orphaned since childhood. His stepmother abused him, starving him of food and clothing, yet pretended to be nice to him in front of others.

When the child went out with his father in winter, he kept complaining about being cold. His father said in dissatisfaction: "Your mother put on such a thick cotton-padded jacket for you, and you still feel cold?" He was so angry that he whipped the child.

But I didn't expect that thin reed fluff would float out from the torn clothes, which was not warm cotton at all.

The father finally understood the suffering his son had endured. He burst into tears and planned to kick his second wife out of the house when he returned home.

But the child pleaded for her. The stepmother felt deeply guilty and blamed herself. From then on, the family lived a happy life.

It was not until many years later that Ranmo saw this story on a poster at the Yunnan Stone Forest Scenic Area. He then realized that it was about "Min Zi Lu Yi" in the Twenty-Four Filial Exemplars.

I didn't expect the mother to know so much. At the same time, I felt sorry for the child's experience.

Ranmo suppressed her inner pity and anger at the moment and asked Min'er to sit next to her. She held Min'er's shoulders and asked who else was in his family.

Min'er also developed a liking for her and told her about her family situation. As expected, the child had lost his mother when he was young, and his father raised him until he was five or six, then married a stepmother.

At first, she was fine with him, but when he had a younger brother, she started to find fault with him, not caring if he had enough food to eat, not caring if he had warm clothes, and not letting him go to school. He really lived like a weed.

Ranmo's eyes moistened slightly. She had felt sorrow for her own experiences, but this child's situation was completely different. Each had their own misfortunes.

After finding out where his family lived, Ran Mo decided to go to his home and talk to his father when he had time, and try his best to encourage him to let the child go to school so that he would have hope for the future.

As for his stepmother, if she tried to stop him, she wouldn't be polite and would definitely argue with her based on the law and reason.

I chatted with the child about some interesting things, telling him that he would gain a lot of knowledge by interacting with his teachers and classmates at school. Books also contained many wonderful stories and lessons. Min'er listened with a look of longing.

Ran Mo took out ten cents and gave it to him, asking him to buy some delicious food, or take it back home to pool the money and ask his father to buy him a new piece of clothing for the season.

Min'er lowered his head, a little embarrassed and aggrieved. He was also ashamed of his inappropriate clothing. But he was determined not to take Ranmo's money, saying that if he took it back, his father would blame him for asking for other people's things without permission.

Ranmo nodded, picked up the wooden charcoal pencil on the table, handed it to him and said, "This pen is for you. You have to accept it. It is a tool for us to learn to read. If you don't accept it, the teacher will be angry."

Min'er hesitated for a moment, took the pen with both hands, stroked the pen carefully, and showed a child's smile on his face.

He suddenly thought of something and said that he had to hurry home, otherwise his mother would scold him.

Then he carefully put the pen into his arms. He stood up and bowed deeply to Ranmo. Ranmo smiled. Min'er then ran away.

Ran Mo sighed, "What a well-educated child!" This further strengthened her determination to help the child study and find a good future.