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

Ranmo had to report to school early this morning. Even though school was still a few days away, he needed to get his books and prepare early. It was a bit like going back to school after the holidays.

Seeing those familiar classmates again filled Ranmo with emotion. Thinking back to the moment he first arrived here and the various strange things he had experienced, it really seemed like a lifetime ago.

Those classmates she had previously considered bad became polite and kind to her. She initially didn't want to bother with them, but then she realized they were all young people, had grown up together, gone to school together, and witnessed each other's growth. It was a kind of fate. Suddenly, she felt more open-minded.

The happiest thing was seeing Azan again, her childhood sweetheart and best friend.

After a period of recovery, Azan's mental state improved significantly. He also became more masculine. No one talked about him anymore. But he still only considered Ranmo his friend.

Although they sympathized with each other, they were also naughty children in the past, and they had done some ridiculous bad things alone or in groups.

The seemingly quiet Ran Mo had also been a prankster, often targeting adults. There was an old man named Zhu across from her house who was very unfriendly and had quarreled with her family.

One day, she made a paper envelope and put a piece of homework inside. On it, she wrote: "Old Zhu, I want to divorce you!" and signed it as "Old Zhu's wife." She wanted to destroy their relationship.

Just as I was about to drop the envelope into the mailbox on the outer wall, a staff member saw me and stopped me. Even though it was just a child's mischief, it wasn't very ethical after all.

Azan was no pushover either. He once saw a sign near a bathhouse that read, "Free bathing and car viewing."

He found a piece of tape and put the word "car" on it in the dark. The next day, passersby saw it and caused a commotion.

Children in small towns are rather wild. A common mischievous prank involves setting up a "man-trap." They dig a foot-deep hole in the dirt road, cover it with cardboard, sprinkle it with a thin layer of soil, and even fill it halfway with water. Once the trap is set, anyone who steps on it falls flat on their face and curses.

The instigators hiding in the dark laughed so hard that they could not breathe and scattered like birds and beasts. It was not until the mother of a child fell and sprained her back, and with education, this kind of prank gradually disappeared from the children's play circle.

This salty, alkaline land was abundant with pebbles of all sizes. Every child had mastered the art of hurling them. Children from two groups would often hurl stones at each other from a distance of dozens or even hundreds of meters. Some of these hurls were incredibly accurate, powerful, and far-reaching.

Smaller ones were fine, but some guys only picked on the bigger ones to show off their prowess. A rock the size of a duck egg flying from a distance, coupled with its acceleration, was no joke if it hit a vital spot.

A silly and unethical trick or revengeful tactic for children is to throw rocks at windows. Almost no window is spared. Even a well-behaved kid like Ranmo has done it. Once, he even broke his own window.

That time, I had an argument with my mother and was unhappy. While wandering outside the yard, I saw a small stone on the ground. I was itching to try my luck, so I picked it up and threw it at the glass window of my house. A small corner of the square glass was broken with a "ding".

When she returned home, feigning composure, she found her mother standing on the windowsill, taping up the broken glass. The wind was howling outside, and if she didn't fix it quickly, it would be troublesome. Her mother would never have guessed it was her who broke it. She felt remorseful.

Occasionally, farmers from the countryside would come to sell chicks. Yellow, white, black, brown, and other colorful chicks were clustered in baskets, fluffy and chirping in a lovely way.

Those who know how to raise poultry buy a lot of them and raise them to supplement their livelihoods. Even those who don't know how to raise poultry are happy to buy a few to take home for fun.

But some bad boys have nothing better to do, so they string the chicks they caught with wire and use them as toys. They just pass the hard wire through the chicks' bodies. Some even string two or three chicks on one wire and hold them high up.

The poor little chicks whined incessantly on the wire, while the people below just laughed and scoffed at the sight. How cruel! I can't fathom how such cruel hearts can be! Is this the only way they can find entertainment in this inhumane game?

Kind-hearted children would at most break off the dead chicken's legs and claws and use them as toys. Pulling on the skin-covered bones would cause the claws to close, and pushing again would cause them to open again. This would repeat over and over again. Children would often use these to show off their claws to others.

Children love to tease each other. Ranmo, Azan, and Pati often played together. Pati was short, stocky, and a bit naive. Sometimes, bored as hell, Ranmo and Azan, looking for a little fun, would target him, hoping to teach him a lesson.

They went to a field behind the primary school wall and picked some castor beans. They had soft thorns on them, but they didn't hurt much when they pricked people.

They arrived at Pati's house and called him out, pretending to take him out for a walk. Just as he was happily leaving with them, Ranmo and Azanqi attacked him with lightning speed, throwing several castor beans at his face and body. Then they burst into laughter and tried to run away.

Pati was stunned. He hadn't expected them to do this. Speaking in a broken voice, he cried out, "Why are you bullying me? Okay, I'll show you!"

As he spoke, he ripped open the buttons on his shirt, exposing his chest, which was covered with a long, twisted scar and a tumor, which looked a bit scary. It was unclear whether it was left after the injury or caused by the disease.

Ranmo and Azan looked at each other in bewilderment. They suddenly understood how despicable it was to bully others at will. The scene before them had a profound impact on their hearts.

From then on, they reconciled with Pati and never had any conflicts again. The lovely young man soon moved to the county with his mother, and they never saw each other again. But Ranmo never forgot the incident of throwing the castor beans, and he always remembered the principle of not being a bad person or doing bad things.

During their break, Ranmo and Azan chatted about the past. Soon, the homecoming event was over. Everyone poured out of the classroom. The two of them went home together.

When Ranmo walked out of the academy gate, he was chatting and laughing with Azan when he heard a loud call, "Ranmo, are you done with school?"

Ranmo looked up and saw it was Qingsheng. Last night, she had told Qingsheng she'd be coming to school today, but she hadn't expected him to be waiting at the gate to pick her up after school. His demeanor didn't resemble a parent picking up a child, but also a brother picking up a younger sibling.

Ran Mo responded shyly and waved. Just as he was about to walk towards him, he saw Azan standing beside him and hurriedly explained that he was a friend and asked Azan to walk with them for a while.

Azan looked at them and said no, then went back via another path. In the past, he and Ranmo would always walk a distance along the main road together before parting ways, preferring to avoid the shorter path. Seeing him say this, Ranmo didn't force him, and they waved goodbye.