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

Ranmo's thoughts returned to his bleak and helpless childhood. Childhood experiences and feelings often leave a lasting impression.

The frontier region was sparsely populated. As night fell, the town fell into a deathly silence. Everywhere was dark. The tall and short adobe houses, tucked away in the darkness, resembled grave mounds. Occasionally, strange noises echoed, adding a touch of creepiness.

The gray and dilapidated mud house, the mottled and dusty mud walls, the broken and leaky door. Outside the door is also a desolate scene like a wasteland and ruins.

Children fear nothing more than the darkness of night. Living here with her mother and child, she endured the loneliness it evoked. Ranmo believed that at nightfall, everyone in the world would vanish, leaving only her and her mother.

Later, they moved to a dormitory in the compound of Mom's workplace. It was a brick and tile house, much better than the mud houses in the area. Xiao Ranmo thought that she no longer had to be afraid.

The room had a square, cross-paned window facing north, about a meter high, which made the room very bright. However, when the wind blew hard, the entire window would whistle and seem to fall apart.

The spacious yard is also a good place for children to run around and have fun. Her footprints are left in every corner of the yard.

Few people live in the compound, and the houses are often empty. The few neighbors who do live there are like migratory birds, stopping by briefly before disappearing. I was grateful for the support of my neighbors, but I never expected the vast compound to become theirs. Outside, the courtyard is deserted and deserted. Even the nearest house requires a long, winding journey.

The day was deserted, the air filled with a chill, bleak atmosphere. Beneath the vast, clear sky lay lifeless warehouses and houses. The wind whistled across the ground, shredding the stillness of the scene.

A few clumps of dry grass whimpered and died in the strong wind. No one cared about them. Standing alone, I felt like the only person under this sky.

As soon as it got dark, Mom and Ranmo would close the door, bolt it, and prop it up with a stick, then turn off the lights and go to bed. When he couldn't sleep, he would sit quietly in the dark or lean on Mom's arms and listen to her stories.

Outside, there was silence, and whether the night was as dark as ink or the moonlight was as bright as water, it made people feel vaguely uneasy. When it was too quiet, there was a sense of fear even in the bright moonlight.

Peeping out through the crack in the door, I saw the deserted courtyard. The bleak moonlight poured down on the earth, reflecting a faint chill and an inexplicable creepiness.

Not far away, a strangely shaped pile of earth and stone seemed to conceal dark eyes. Suddenly, a white-haired monster leaped from the heap, lurching toward them. Suddenly, it transformed into a sinister face and let out a chilling roar.

A novel describes a similar scene: the pale moonlight illuminates the gloomy face of a demon-like villain, who approaches with a lethal weapon in hand, sweeping away obstacles with his inner strength, causing his prey hiding in the shadows to tremble in fear. What a suffocating and eerie scene and atmosphere!

Every time this happened, she would burrow her head even tighter into her mother's arms. Sometimes she was so frightened that she couldn't sleep at night.

Xiao Ranmo's biggest wish is to have more people at home, the more the better. More people means less fear.

She imagined all the family members and relatives she could think of—grandparents, uncles, aunts, cousins, and even guests from far away—living together in one big house. She arranged rooms for them, organized recreational activities, and so on. Everyone gathered together in joy.

This is Xiao Ranmo’s dream paradise.

Little Ranmo's biggest fear is his mother suddenly disappearing. Her mother is everything to him. In this desolate town and its cold atmosphere, without her care and encouragement, his entire world feels like it's falling apart.

When there is a yellow wind, yellow sand sweeps all over the sky, and the whistling sound of the wind is like the howling of ghosts and wolves, which makes people feel uneasy and as if it wants to swallow everything.

What a desolate scene it was when a five-year-old child had to stand alone on the deserted street, crying and calling for his mother in the wind and sand. Little Ranmo seemed like an abandoned child.

The world inside and outside the house is the same. There is no human presence, no smoke from cooking.

In the empty room, the dim light flickered, and the cold ticking sound of the clock made people's heart palpitate, as if a huge and empty eye was staring at themselves.

This was the most common weird scene in Ranmo's childhood.

She fell onto the small bed she shared with her mother. Her mother's scent still lingered there. She buried her face in the pillow and sobbed softly. "Mom, where are you? Come back soon!"

This feeling of loneliness and desolation stayed with her for many years, causing her to become restrained in her interactions with others. No matter where she went, she seemed to be rejected or excluded. This also created many barriers between her and her family.

Just like the "back figure" situation, it touches the softest feelings deep in people's hearts. In her mind, there are often similar situations that flash, but unfortunately, they are not the kind of tenderness described by others, but are filled with a different kind of sadness.

Maybe she likes to be petty and always thinks that others owe her a lot. In this situation, she often leaves others in anger, leaving that person alone, either confused or haggard.

Every time she went home for vacation and was about to return to school, her sick mother would stand behind her, trembling as she watched her leave. She felt sad and tried hard not to look back.

Sometimes I would argue with my mother. I felt a little regretful and a little sorry. I am a soft-hearted person, so how could I hurt someone's heart?

When her mother was angry outside, she would scold her elder sister, and her elder sister would vent her anger by scolding her. As for her, she could only show her compassion and care to the flowers, plants, cats and dogs, hoping that these equally weak animals would not be as sad and unfortunate as she was.

The authenticity and kindness in a person's heart are not easy to change.

When Ranmo was little, she would often wake up crying from her dreams. In her dreams, she would run all the way home, hoping to cry to her mother. Strangely, she would always wake up after turning a familiar corner. Instead of crying, it was her mother who woke her up.

The sudden stop in that moment was unpleasant. It was like holding back a sneeze for a long time. It would have been better not to wake her. She could have thrown herself into her mother's arms and cried, letting out her sorrow.

That night, Ranmo had a completely different dream.

She dreamed of a strange scene: a long, winding blue pavilion, where she sat leaning against it. On one side of the pavilion lay the azure ocean, and on this side lay a field of golden sunflowers.

The scenery on both sides made her hard to leave. She knew there was no ocean here, and it was even the furthest place from the ocean in the world. That sea was quite charming. Dolphins would occasionally poke out the tips of their tails, stirring up waves. This must be the sea she had seen in her past life. Could she go back?

The golden sunflower field was right before her eyes, and the plump and tempting sunflower seeds were waving to her.

She crept into the field, enchanted by the beauty of the sunflowers. Just as she was about to raise her head to sniff their large faces, a burly farm boy poked his head out from behind the house and shouted, "I'm trying to steal some sunflowers!" Terrified, she quickly fled.

After running far away, she looked back breathlessly. She saw the young man waving a sunflower disk and calling her with a smile...