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

The next day, the weather was fine and sunny, with misty clouds. Many friends arrived as planned at the Weiyun Courtyard.

Young Master Wu promised to host a banquet here to entertain everyone and thank everyone for their help in the matter between him and Hu Ling.

When we sat down, in addition to the close friends who were definitely coming, there was also a new face, Bingo.

The reason why Young Master Wu asked Ranmo to invite him specially was because Bingo suggested that they go to the temple to draw a fortune, which came in handy when he talked with Master Wu that day.

Bingo initially declined, feeling that he was not familiar with Wu Shao and the others, but after strong persuasion from Azan and Ranmo, he came over, also wanting to broaden his horizons and social circle.

After everyone exchanged greetings for a while, Wu Shao and Hu Ling stood up, raised their glasses and toasted everyone, thanking everyone for their concern, help, and advice.

Since it was a sweet wine, women could drink a little, so everyone raised their glasses and wished them a speedy success in their cultivation.

They briefly discussed their situation and how to handle future situations, and also planned to continue planning some strategies.

In order to prevent everyone from spoiling the fun of today's gathering, Wu Shaowei suggested that they stop discussing the matter for the time being and that everyone just enjoy the feast, recite poems and write essays.

Everyone agreed. Some suggested Hu Ling talk about novels, some encouraged Wu Shao to write poetry, and some were eager to try their hand at poetry.

Ranmo quietly asked Bingo next to him if he had any talents he wanted to show.

Bingo was a little shy and said that he didn't have any talents, just some calligraphy.

Ranmo heard this and thought, "This is great, what an elegant hobby." So he asked Bingo to be bolder and show off his calligraphy skills.

Bingo didn't know whether to accept the invitation or not, but looked around. Ranmo understood what he meant and said to everyone, "Everyone, please be quiet. Bingo is going to paint for everyone. Would you please welcome him?"

"Welcome, welcome!" everyone cheered. Azan even asked Bingo when he learned this talent and why he had never revealed it to anyone.

Bingo smiled shyly and said, "I've been finding time to practice since I was little, as a way to relieve boredom." Everyone said he was being modest. Young Master Wu immediately ordered someone to fetch pen, ink, paper, and inkstone.

Soon, they brought it up, complete with all the necessary writing utensils, including the finest paper and ink. Bingo no longer refused, rolled up his sleeves, spread out the paper and pen, and after a moment's thought, he began to write.

When the paper was unfolded, the four characters "和美丰優" (harmony, beauty, abundance, and prosperity) were written in a flamboyant and elegant style. Everyone was amazed and praised Bingo's calligraphy skills and the beautiful meaning of his writing.

Bingo modestly said that his level is just average, and he hopes everyone can give him more advice. Those who like calligraphy can also communicate with him.

Everyone nodded. Ranmo was also pleased that Bingo had taken the courage to show off his talent.

At this time, Xin'er poked Azan and said, "You have such a good relationship with Bingguo, so your calligraphy skills should be good too." Azan glanced at her. What kind of logic is this? He replied:

"Ranmo knows that my handwriting is the worst, so how dare I compare with Bingo? From what you said, do you have certain attainments in calligraphy?" Azan was not forgiving when he spoke now.

Xin'er paused. She couldn't tell if she couldn't convince Azan, or if she had other ideas. Ranmo could see that she probably wanted to show off a talent, too. She just wasn't too embarrassed to say it out loud.

Then he said, "Xin'er, do you have any talents that you're hiding from us? Hurry and show it off today while you're in high spirits."

Xin'er smiled at Ranmo, who seemed to understand her. She then said shyly, "I learned some painting skills earlier, but they're not presentable, so I won't show them off."

Upon hearing this, everyone insisted and asked her to paint for them immediately. This courtyard is well-serviced and has a wide variety of artistic equipment. It just waits for talented people or those with good fortune to come and show off their skills.

Young Master Wu then had colored pencils and other painting tools brought. Xin'er, a naturally outgoing character, refused to give in. Having already formulated her idea, she spread out the paper and began meticulously painting.

Everyone enjoyed the painting process while drinking tea and eating fruit. The atmosphere was warm and lively.

In a moment, the painting was complete. As usual, I unfolded it for viewing. I saw a white rabbit resting beneath a lush crabapple tree. The painting was lifelike, with even colors, a testament to the artist's skill.

Xin'er told everyone that the painting was called "Begonia Spring Sleeping Picture." Unfortunately, she was not good at calligraphy and did not write her name on it.

Everyone turned their attention to Bingo, who then asked him to title the painting.

Bingo examined the painting as a whole. Then, picking up a brush, he wrote five moderately sized regular characters in the blank space at the top left: "Begonia Spring Sleeping Picture." He then signed Xin'er's name in small characters at the end.

Everyone applauded, saying that this made the painting more complete. Perhaps it would be passed down in the future, and Xin'er would become famous.

Xin'er's face flushed with excitement as she expressed her gratitude to everyone. The room was filled with a cheerful atmosphere.

Then, everyone started wondering who would perform. Encouraged by Wu Shao, Hu Ling offered to play a piece of music for everyone as a token of gratitude.

Everyone applauded. They all knew that Hu Ling was a good pianist and were looking forward to hearing her performance in person.

Hu Ling sat down beside the piano, tuned it briefly, and then stretched out her jade fingers to play.

This piece of music is gentle and moving. It sounds a little sad at first, like the sound of drizzling rain, then becomes a little brighter, like the sound of a spring, and then becomes increasingly soothing, like a rainbow appearing after the rain.

After the piece was over, everyone was still engrossed, their thoughts still lingering. Hu Ling stood up, bowed slightly, and announced that the piece she had just played was "Listening to the Rain." She hoped everyone enjoyed it.

Everyone cheered. They asked her to sing another song. Young Master Wu blocked her out, saying, "Let's take a break and let others perform first." Everyone started to encourage each other again.

Qingsheng then suggested, "Music, chess, calligraphy, painting, tobacco, alcohol, tea. We already have six of these here. We're still missing one, chess. I wonder if anyone is good at chess?"

Everyone looked at each other. Some of them were playing quite well. But right now, with only two people playing and others watching, it seemed a little too quiet.

Ran Mo smiled slightly and said, "How about we find an alternative game today? It's similar to chess." Qing Sheng asked hurriedly, "Is it rock-paper-scissors?"

Ran Mo glanced at him and said, "I don't know how to play rock-paper-scissors. I want to teach you a little game. Have you ever heard of rock-paper-scissors?"

What kind of game is this? Everyone's curious. Ranmo takes one look and decides, "Okay, I'll teach them this simple, easy-to-understand gameplay." Using hand gestures, he explains the rules of winning and losing.

Everyone suddenly realized what was going on when they heard it. It was not that they understood it, but that they discovered that this way of playing had been popular for a long time, but it was called differently, "come, go, come again", corresponding to the palm, fist, and two-finger gestures respectively.

As they talked, a few people started to play. For a while, shouts were heard everywhere, which was quite lively.

Ranmo was a little embarrassed. She didn't expect that this game already existed here. Azan even asked her why she called it differently.

Ranmo was stunned, trying to figure out what to say. Qingsheng came to her rescue, saying that was the name for Dayue City. Azan then stopped asking why Ranmo had let everyone play such a childish trick.

Ranmo noticed Azan's expression and decided to just be childish. She then asked everyone if they had ever played the handkerchief game. Everyone shook their heads.

Ranmo then sang the children's song "Drop the Handkerchief" and asked if anyone had heard it before. Everyone shook their heads again.

Ranmo, slightly pleased with herself, said the song was merely an introduction or instrumental to a game. It was actually a game similar to Qushui Liushang (a Chinese game played on a gushing stream), but much simpler to operate. Upon hearing this, everyone hurriedly asked her to demonstrate.

He immediately did what he said. Ranmo asked Young Master Wu to bring a few more chairs and stools. Then he had everyone sit in a circle facing inward. Then, holding a handkerchief, he hummed the nursery rhyme while walking behind everyone, and suddenly placed the handkerchief behind Xin'er.

Then he turned around again without making a sound. When he came back behind Xin'er, he patted her shoulder and asked her to look behind her. Xin'er turned around and saw the handkerchief, confused as to what it meant.

Ranmo said that this meant that the person who didn't notice the handkerchief behind him would have to perform a show for everyone. Everyone then understood the rules of the game and found it quite interesting.

Ranmo then taught them the handkerchief song. It was catchy and easy to learn. Everyone quickly learned to sing it. Then they began playing according to the rules Ranmo explained.

For a moment, the courtyard was filled with laughter and joy, and there was no lack of childishness. It also washed away some of the previous unhappiness and sadness.