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

Retracting her thoughts, Ran Mo looked at the person in front of her, thinking that this kind of thing must not happen again. She has become strong now, and she has someone else, so she will not do such a stupid thing again.

"I seem to have seen you in my dream." The boy looked at her and spoke.

Okay, here we go again! Such an old-fashioned excuse to get close to others, can you try something new? Ranhei almost laughed out of anger.

"So what?" Ran Mo said unhappily.

"Ah, don't you think we are destined to be together?" The boy didn't expect Ran Mo to be so cold, and said awkwardly, scratching his head.

Scratching my head again! Can't there be some new ideas? There is already one who likes to scratch his head, and here comes another one.

"How about I ask you to guess a riddle?" Ran Mo almost spit out the words. "Well, this isn't just any riddle. It's a poem riddle, and I got it from a dream."

Seeing that Ran Mo didn't speak, he recited: "Morning dew moistens the flower buds, and the breeze caresses my cheeks. When we first meet, the beautiful person's little hand knocks on my heart."

Ran Mo was stunned. This is my poem! The boy continued, "The riddle is, guess what the poem is called? It's a game of naming poems."

Ran Mo blurted out without hesitation: "First time!" How could she not know the poem she wrote herself?

This time it was the boy's turn to be stunned. Then he shook Ranmo's hand in surprise and said, "You're right! This proves that you are the person I met in my dream!"

He was so excited. Ran Mo quickly pulled his hand out. What if someone saw this?

She recalled the funny scene when she published the poem:

On a spring afternoon, several of the publicity students were working on blackboard newspapers on a row of walls across campus. Long Zhen was in charge of the painting, and had already finished painting beautiful grape vines.

But they couldn't find any good writing material. Chunlin suggested using a short poem written by Ranmo as the theme. Ranmo was a little embarrassed and tried to decline.

At this time, Zilong, with his sharp eyebrows and a tendency to squint, started to provoke her, saying that if she disagreed, it meant she wasn't pure, understand?

Ranmo understood what he meant. Back then, a classmate had plagiarized an essay from the "Composition Selection" to get by on his homework, and he almost got a good review.

Zilong encouraged her to publish her poems, not because he admired her writing style, but because he thought that after they were made public, if she had plagiarized them, someone would definitely discover and report her.

His trick was quite mean. But didn't Ranmo know her own work? So she agreed.

This short poem, titled "First Time," was neatly copied on the school bulletin board, and for the first time, her name was signed on it. The poem went like this:

"When the morning dew moistens the flower stamens/When the wind caresses my face/The intoxication/Cannot compare/To the first encounter of souls/Like a timid little hand/Knocking on the slightly opened heart..."

Students passing by walked back and forth, occasionally stopping to appreciate the poem. Regardless of the poem's quality, the practice of marking the author's name was quite novel.

After reading it, the Chinese teacher praised it highly. She predicted that Ranmo would become a Chinese major at a prestigious university. Ranmo was quite proud to hear that.

The teacher even wrote a poem for her and recited it to the class affectionately:

"Ah, you are a golden bud, sprouting in the embrace of green leaves. After being baptized by wind and rain, one day, you will bloom in the bright sunshine..."

The classmates pricked up their ears in envy. Ranmo lowered his head shyly. He had never received such courtesy before. He felt very happy.

At this moment, the poem read by this new classmate has changed into the ancient style, but Ranmo can tell it as soon as he hears it. The boy said again:

"Don't you think this poem describes the situation of our meeting now?" He was really not subtle.

Ranmo was still immersed in his previous reverie and asked weakly, "Where did you copy this poem from? Oh, where did you get it from?"

The young man glanced at her and said, "Didn't I just tell you that this was from a dream? Besides, I met you in a dream before."

Ran Mo believed what he said and almost asked whether I was a man or a woman in the dream, but quickly stopped.

After school, Bingo asked her which way she was going and whether she wanted to walk with him. If she wanted him to walk with her for a while, he would be happy to do so.

Ran Mo was almost dizzy. It was as if he had just experienced the legendary way boys pursue girls. But she was still dressed as a scholar. Could it be that he had X-ray vision?

Ranmo was thinking about how to answer him. Suddenly, he saw Qingsheng standing not far away from the school gate, and immediately had an idea.

"My eldest brother is here to pick me up. You should go back first. He doesn't like to see me with others and go home early after school."

Bingo looked puzzled after hearing this, but seeing Qingsheng standing there like a god, he no longer asked to go with Ranmo.

Ranmo said hello to him and ran towards Qingsheng. Qingsheng happily caught her. Then he looked behind her and said, "That student seems to have been looking at you."

Ran Mo turned around. Hey, this kid, why doesn't he just leave? He's just staring at her and Qingsheng.

Ran Mo said hurriedly: "Ah, he came to talk to me because of Azan."

"Oh. Does he also want to ask about Azan's injury?"

"No. Forget about him, let's go." Ranmo was about to leave with Qingsheng when a tactless classmate next to her said loudly to her, "Ranmo, how is your new deskmate?"

Ranmo closed her eyes and stomped her feet. Qingsheng heard this and asked her curiously, "You changed your deskmate? Isn't your deskmate Azan?" He reminded her seriously,

"If you sit at the same table with others without Azan's consent, he will definitely be angry if he finds out." Then he looked directly at Ran Mo.

Ran Mo thought, my dear, you might as well tell me that you are angry. How dare I make him so angry, so I had to tell him the truth.

"This is the new student who transferred today. He's temporarily sitting in Azan's empty seat. When Azan comes back, he'll be moved out of the way."

"If I were that new classmate, I'm afraid I really wouldn't want to be transferred away from you." Qingsheng said dimly.

Is this going to stop? Look how nervous you are about a lousy seat. But then again, didn't Ran Mo himself make a scene over a seat? It's normal for him to react this way.

Ran Geng pondered for a moment, and it seemed she had to use her trump card. She put on a delicate and charming demeanor and asked in a coquettish voice, "Sir, what do you want me to do to make you feel at ease?"

"Rest assured? Am I worried?" Qingsheng was stunned, and then said, "Well, you'd better not mention the word guest. It sounds weird. Why not call me sir?" Qingsheng gave her a wicked smile.

Ran Guo pretended to be angry and glanced at him, then ordered, "Squat down!" Huh? Qingsheng looked confused.

"I'm tired from jogging around the academy today, you have to carry me on your back." Ran Mo said with a pout.

Jingsheng's face lit up with joy when he heard this, "You should have told me earlier." Then he squatted down and pointed to his back.

Ran Mo leaned over without hesitation. "Oh my god, the sofa back is really comfortable. It's still warm."

Qingsheng waited for her to lie down, then supported her legs with both hands and stood up and walked forward. "Not even a breath. Such good stamina. I like it," Ranmo thought happily.

Qingsheng seemed to sense something. He patted her butt and said, "What are you thinking about? Your heart is pounding."

Ah? Can he still feel her heartbeat? Ranmo subconsciously moved a little further away. But Qingsheng grabbed her tightly again without any hesitation.

She no longer avoided him and simply hooked her hands around his neck, put her mouth close to his ear, and breathed gently.

This time, it was her turn to sense that something was amiss with Qingsheng. He seemed to be gritting his teeth, struggling with his body while simultaneously trying to carry the little rascal home.

When they reached the big willow tree at the doorstep, Ranmo asked Qingsheng to put her down. Qingsheng placed her on a large forked branch and they rested for a while before returning home.

The two of them stared at each other tenderly. Ran Hei felt a little shy and wanted to look away, but suddenly found tears welling up in Qing Sheng's eyes.

Ranmo was startled and was about to ask him what was wrong. Qingsheng had already said, "Ranmo, I had a terrible dream last night!"

"Ah, did you dream about the big bad wolf? Don't be afraid, I've even dreamed about ghosts." Ran Mo hurriedly comforted him.

Qingsheng shook his head and said with a hint of sadness: "I dreamed that one day, I couldn't find you. I looked everywhere I could, but there was no trace of you.

It's as if you've disappeared from this world. This is what I've always been most worried about. He wiped his eyes and looked at Ran Mo with a hint of resentment. Like a child who had to be separated from his mother.

Ran Mo took a deep breath and said, "Dreams are always the opposite. How could I leave you for no reason?" He suddenly thought of some strange experiences he had had before, and he didn't dare to be too sure, so he didn't continue.

Qingsheng nodded and said, "I even had a thought at the time. If I really couldn't find you, I would hang myself on this crooked tree in front of your house and stare at your door until one day you could come back."

Ran Mo got angry when he heard it, "You silly child, if you really do that, then when I come back, won't you never see me again?"

Qingsheng scratched his head embarrassedly, then leaned his head gently on Ranmo's shoulder.

Ran Mo gently stroked his hair and secretly made up her mind that she would never abandon him in this life. Of course, he could not leave her behind.