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

Ran Mo quietly asked Qing Sheng what the gentleman's full name was, as he had never asked before.

"His name is Wang Dao." "Wang Dao? That's a very interesting name."

"Yeah, it's actually named after a thief. What do you think?" "Huh? Could it be the thief of thieves?" "Yeah, it was quite interesting when you asked him what the thief left that day." "Oh, it's good that you know it. Don't tell anyone else."

"That's natural. After all, it doesn't have a good meaning. Of course, that's not entirely true. If you say that you stole my heart, it would really make people dizzy." Qingsheng looked at Ran Mo with a wicked smile.

Ran Mo wanted to punch him, but then he remembered that he was there to help, so he stopped. Another thought occurred to him: if he didn't show some sweet affection while others were being intimate with him, wouldn't he be pushing this wonderful person into the arms of someone else?

Thinking of this, she stroked her forehead, frowned slightly, and stumbled, almost falling into Qingsheng's arms. Qingsheng hurried to catch her. She wondered what was wrong with these two classmates today, each one looking more fragile than the other.

Never mind all that, taking care of people is what matters. This is also his unshirkable responsibility. Qingsheng's love and sense of responsibility overflowed, and he took the opportunity to hug Ranmo and sit down, and then rested her head on his shoulder.

Just like how he had taken care of Azan earlier. And just like how they had leaned on each other earlier when they were traveling together. But now there was an extra pair of eyes beside them.

Ranmo was comfortably resting on Qingsheng's shoulder, taking a nap. After a while, Qingsheng felt his other shoulder sink, and saw Azan leaning his head against him as before.

Fortunately, Qingsheng had two shoulders. The two men squeezed him from both sides, supporting his head effortlessly. He actually enjoyed it.

But after a while, he felt hot all over, as if little ants were constantly drilling and crawling through his holes.

I took a deep breath and straightened my neck. I didn't want to touch anyone. It finally eased a little. I wanted to go downstairs and find a place to pee. But in the end, I didn't dare to move.

Time is deep and quiet. Everything seems to be at a standstill. Only the fragrance and comfort linger in the air.

The carriage moved forward, sometimes fast, sometimes slow. After an unknown amount of time, it stopped again. The driver called out from the front, "Young masters, would you like to go over there and have a quick meal?"

Several people answered that it was not necessary. They just carried some dry food in their bags to fill their stomachs and hurry on their way.

The driver replied, "The horses need to eat grass and rest. Please stay for a while."

A few people got off the car and stretched their muscles. Azan took out the fried pancakes that her mother had hurriedly made from her small bag and shared them with everyone. Her mother's pancake-making skills were first-rate.

They weren't hungry at first, but the sight of the golden, crispy, and soft pancakes piqued their appetite, so they each shared a few pieces.

Wu Shao also put the food he brought from home into a pile and distributed some to the driver. Everyone gathered together to fill their stomachs.

After eating, everyone felt much more refreshed and took a stroll to digest the food.

Qingsheng dragged Ranmo around the valley. Azan followed like a little tail. The other two couldn't ignore him, so the three of them went there together.

The view before me was vast, with the mouth of the col as the dividing line. On one side was the main road and village, and on the other was the vast wilderness. Looking out, the view was all green, with a winding river in the middle rushing towards the horizon.

This feeling of vastness reminded Ranmo Qingsheng of his stay on the plateau meadows of Miaofeng Mountain. Time flies, but the scene is still vivid in his mind.

Qingsheng really wanted to pick up Ranmo and hold him high up in the air, but with Azan standing by, he felt embarrassed to do so.

Qingsheng casually glanced at Azan and saw that he looked serious. He then whispered to Ranmo that Azan always looked like he had something on his mind.

"You noticed it too? I feel pity for him because of his melancholy temperament." Ran Mo made a loving expression.

Upon hearing this, Qingsheng also tried to put on a melancholic look, but unfortunately, he couldn't quite manage it. He then turned and asked Azan what he was worried about. If it was Weihua, they could rush over to rescue her without any problems.

Azan didn't respond. Later, he muttered to himself, "I miss my hometown."

"Oh? Your hometown is not Xiaoyue City? Where is it then?" Qingsheng asked curiously.

"My hometown is in a very far place. Past Xiaoyue City, keep heading west until you reach the border. In fact, beyond the border is where our tribe gathers and lives."

Azan said quietly, "The scenery here is very similar to my hometown. It makes me feel a little homesick."

Qingsheng thought for a moment and said, "Then your hometown must be in the western border. There's lush vegetation there, perfect for raising horses. Many of our country's war horses come from there. Do you know how to ride a horse?"

Achan shook his head sheepishly. "Although I often saw horses when I was young, I couldn't ride one. It's like someone who grew up by a river but can't swim. It's really strange."

The two laughed heartily. Qingsheng patted Azan on the shoulder and said, "That's all right. I'll give you another course later: horseback riding and archery. You'll be able to ride and shoot arrows, how heroic you will be."

"Really? Then let me thank Brother Sheng first, ah, Teacher Sheng." Azan said hurriedly.

"No need to be so formal. From now on, just call me Brother Sheng in private. You can call Ranmo or teacher." Qingsheng said as he glanced at Ranmo.

Ranmo was lost in thought, staring at the scenery. She didn't hear what they were talking about. Qingsheng called out to her, "Ranmo, where are you from?"

Hometown? Ranmo only remembered that her mother's hometown was in Longxi. If she were to talk about her own "hometown", it would scare them.

"My hometown is in another world. Have you forgotten?" Ran Mo said to Qingsheng.

Qingsheng thought for a moment, recalling the dream he had in the cave that day. Yes, Ranmo's hometown was truly a bizarre world.

It just felt too far away from his real life. If there wasn't someone familiar there, he wouldn't like that place very much.

He was about to walk over to Ranmo and whisper a few words to her when Azan asked what they meant by what they just said. Didn't they live in the same world?

Qingsheng acted mature, supported his shoulders and said, "Boy, there are still many things you don't understand. Learn from a few more teachers in the future."

Azan nodded. This was what he had been looking forward to. He then asked Qingsheng, "Where is your hometown?"

Hearing this, Qingsheng's face changed slightly, and he took his hand off Azan's shoulder. Then he turned and looked into the distance.

Azan didn't understand what he meant and wanted to ask more. Ranmo quickly winked at him, telling him to stop.

She guessed Qingsheng might be thinking of something, so she consoled him by saying, "Home is where your heart is. We've gotten used to living here, and it's become our hometown." She didn't dare mention the fact that she had family members accompanying her.

Qingsheng sighed and said, "I don't think this is complete. My heart's concern and my heart's desire are also my hometown." Ranmo nodded secretly. He was indeed thinking about his mother.

At this time, Wu Shao called them back and was about to set off. The three of them looked at the distant mountains again and then turned back.