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

As soon as Ranmo returned home, Weihua told her that her mother had sent someone a message saying that she was going to Miaofeng Temple on Miaofeng Mountain to meditate for a while and pray for them, and would not be back for the time being.

Ranmo was a bit dumbfounded. How could he just not go back? The journey to Miaofeng Temple on Miaofeng Mountain was said to be quite far. Could her mother handle it? Also, had she found any answers to the questions Qingsheng had asked her to ask?

Weihua said that her mother didn't mention this matter specifically, she just said that the affairs of the older generation were difficult to explain clearly, and it was better to live the present life well.

Ranmo was puzzled. Was this some kind of riddle? How should he explain it to Qingsheng?

Suddenly, a bad thought struck me. Could it be that Mother really knew something, but she couldn't bring herself to tell me? Mother, is she planning to run away?

I went to sleep with a trepidation in my heart, tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep. I was thinking about what I was going to say to Qingsheng when I saw him tomorrow.

In a daze, she had a dream. She saw her mother waving to her and Qingsheng from a distant mountain. They ran over, but unexpectedly, a deep ravine appeared before them. Caught off guard, they both fell into the ravine, screaming...

Ran Mo screamed, waking from his dream. He was sweating profusely. Ran Mo had suffered from nightmares in his past life. He had never expected that the remnants of the nightmare would still remain in this life.

Her nightmares often involved scenes from everyday life. The town's houses and streets were shrouded in a dark dome, with a few zombie-like "people" lurking along the roadside. The gloomy and dark atmosphere was like the underworld.

The dream was terrifying, and the feeling upon waking wasn't good either. Opening her eyes, she had no idea where she was, and no one to comfort her. She had always loved crowded places, longing for and loving the bright lights of the city, feeling safe there.

But after coming to the city, I have no place to release my psychological pressure, there is no one around me who loves me, and I still live a very tiring and anxious life.

Nightmares are closely related to irregular lifestyles. When she was in college, she studied in the hallway until midnight almost every night. Perhaps disturbed by the negative energy, she began to have nightmares when she went to bed in the second half of the night. She even screamed and shouted in her dreams, probably because she was possessed by a ghost.

At first, her roommates were kind enough to wake her up, but later they got fed up and simply stopped, until she "woken" herself from the nightmare.

Whenever she was haunted by nightmares, she could actually realize that she was dreaming, but she just couldn't wake up. At this time, she would scream as loudly as she could and finally break free from the dream.

She often had nightmares after work. In her dormitories at school, there were usually roommates around, but in her rented room, there was no one around. Around the Ghost Festival, she had terrifying dreams for two days in a row.

In a dark room, a man in black opened a book in front of her. Inside the book was a picture of a man dressed in Qing Dynasty clothes with a strange smile on his face.

As she stared at the photo, the man in the photo suddenly moved. His strange smile instantly turned into a hideous grin, and then he transformed into a zombie wearing a crown and official uniform, a look common in movies, and pounced towards her.

I was so scared! I finally woke up after screaming non-stop.

She also dreamed that she was lying in bed and suddenly a huge ghost appeared on the window. When she was scared, the lights of a car outside the house shone in, and the whole window suddenly became bright, and the ghost disappeared.

Then she saw several figures running towards her, as if they were neighbors who had heard her cries and came to rescue her. She felt happy and touched.

Unexpectedly, the car lights outside went out, and the figures who had come to rescue her instantly transformed into evil spirits, stretching out their claws and grabbing her neck. She screamed desperately again. Damn, this scene is enough to be made into a horror movie.

She also discovered a transition point between normal and abnormal scenarios in her nightmares. Initially, everything would be perfectly normal, but then, without her noticing, it would shift to a terrifying scene. With repeated nightmares, she could sense this transition coming. She would then consciously avoid it or wake up early to prevent the transition.

Whenever I woke up from a dream, I would look at the dark, evil-filled room and still feel a sense of suffocation and fear. Fortunately, I later got two cats and bought a few large toys, which at least gave her some company and made her feel less lonely and scared in the middle of the night.

Perhaps it's loneliness that's causing her recurring nightmares, and no one to wake her. She struggles with relationships, especially with her neighbors. She truly needs to make some adjustments and changes in her life and her mental well-being. These aren't supernatural phenomena; they're simply a lack of love.

She often recalled that when she was in her hometown, she would sometimes sleep from the afternoon until almost evening.

When I opened my eyes, it was still bright outside the window. The light from the kitchen was warm. Mom was busy cooking dinner, and the aroma of food wafted over. What a warm and peaceful scene and atmosphere it was.

But if you go to a deserted and lonely place, the feeling described by netizens as "as if abandoned by the whole world" is really suffocating.

Nightmares occasionally had a glimmer of light. Once, she dreamt of that terrifying street market. As if something horrible was chasing her, she ran frantically through the dim streets toward home.

When I ran to the courtyard where I lived, it was still dark, and the huge pile of coal in the yard added to the darkness and depression.

Finally, she arrived home. The moment she opened the door, a heartwarming scene greeted her. Though the lights were off, the dancing flames in the hearth were bright and warm. Her mother was sitting by the glowing fire, waiting for her return.

The mother stirred the charcoal fire and beckoned her affectionately to come sit beside her. The red flames also reflected the mother's smiling face red.

Instantly, my heart felt warm and at peace. My mother's kind smile dispelled all fear and shadows. The warmth of that moment dispelled all coldness and helplessness. Everything was like it had returned to the way it was before, unchanged.

When Ran Mo woke up, the pillowcase was wet with tears.

Good dreams came naturally. She often dreamed of returning to the small courtyard bathed in golden sunlight and dotted with purple morning glories, where she would see her mother's thin figure standing at the door, looking at her with loving eyes. She, too, would smile sweetly and greet her.

After Ranmo came to this world, she continued to have this dream. At first, she simply thought she missed her elderly mother. But then it became so frequent, and her mother in the dream became increasingly haggard. The discomfort suddenly gave her a bad idea.

She didn't dare to think any further. She deeply regretted her impulsiveness and irresponsibility at that time. She was relieved and left her mother alone there.

Dear mother, no matter where you are now, I wish you happiness and health!

Early in the morning, the mist parted, ushering in the morning light. Ran Mo slowly woke up, feeling dizzy. She wanted to sleep a little longer, but was afraid the more she slept, the more confused she would become. So she struggled to get up and sat by the window, trying to clear her mind.

Glancing to the side, I caught a glimpse of a person standing silently in the courtyard, like a ray of sunlight shining into the courtyard and the room.

How come this kid has developed the habit of entering the yard without making any noise? Ran Mo pretended not to see him and combed her hair in front of the round mirror on the table.

"What a beauty, so beautiful that she can shame the moon and flowers." Qingsheng clapped his hands and praised loudly.

"You are also a handsome young man who makes flowers bloom wherever he goes." Ran Mo replied lightly, as if he was arguing with her, but he didn't dare to mention the phrase "being loved by everyone".

At this moment, I felt as if the gloom and gloom in my dream had been swept away. Suddenly, the sky became clear and the air became bright.

The boy is indeed a boy. He can bring her, and the world, a breath of fresh air and vitality.