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

Early morning. A gentle breeze.

Red Hair's mother was lost in thought as she stared at the freshly dug sweet potatoes in the field. She reached behind her butt to scratch it, mumbling, "Ah, just looking at it makes me water."

Ranmo and her mother happened to be passing by. Her mother had argued with her a few days ago, so she took the opportunity to rudely shout from a distance, "Hey, you're digging in the ground so early in the morning!"

The red-haired man's mother responded: "Don't be so harsh!"

Ran Mo was a little confused. She felt that it would be more harmonious if her mother and she switched their speaking styles.

The red-haired woman stretched out her five fingers, looking at the calluses on them with satisfaction, and said, "It doesn't cost any hammer or oil, so who cares?"

Ran Mo was speechless. This was the tone and manner of the women of Dayue Country. She had also gained a certain understanding of the local customs and practices.

In my previous life, the times and region were conservative, and women who did anything out of line would be criticized. My mother was often subjected to gossip and insults from those gossipy women.

Today, in this Western Wasteland country, the people are strong and open-minded, and women have a higher status and a certain say. For example, if they do not want to continue their marriage, they can take the initiative to ask for a divorce, which is regarded as a heroic act of independence.

My mother, who had lived a single life for many years, has also transformed herself into a role model of self-reliance. This is good, as she doesn't have to endure all the bullying.

My mother was always intelligent and spiritual. Her language was rich and distinctive, and it was said that it was influenced by the customs of her hometown.

When Ranmo read too closely, she called her a "coward with his head drooping over a bowl of slop." That's quite the description, though.

She also called the diamond-shaped hat worn by the Kuomintang girls in the movie a "Ma X hat"; she called someone's outfit something she looked down upon a "country bumpkin with foreign flowers"; she described people with big heads as "lotus heads" and so on.

In this life, my mother has retained this special skill, making her incredibly difficult to challenge. Even the town's famous shrews don't dare underestimate her. Ranmo is truly proud of his mother.

Ranmo was a shy and polite child when he was little, and he didn't like to swear. But he couldn't resist the influence of his environment and was almost led astray.

At that time, a Shanghainese family lived in the compound. They were gentle and polite. They had two older boys, who looked well-mannered. The middle child, Keqin, was a bit unruly and prone to saying strange things. He often caught her teaching her curse words, and he took great pleasure in doing so.

Ranmo was clever and learned quickly. Before long, people saw a neatly dressed little man standing at the office gate, like a greeter, cursing at the constant stream of people coming in and out, "Big X, small X, big X, old X."

Passersby looked at him sideways, wondering, "Whose kid is this? Why is he swearing so much? Wait, who are you cursing at, you little bastard?"

Ranmo didn't know who he was scolding, but he was cursing enthusiastically. This habit was not corrected until he was disciplined more strictly.

There's also a rather obscene hand gesture popular among the kids: make an "OK" sign with your left hand, and then move your right index finger back and forth through the "0."

When you have a disagreement with someone, just raise your hand and make this gesture to him, and at the same time add the lines, "Your father and your mother are like this..." I don't know who came up with this.

Anyway, children imitate what they see, and this simple yet powerful gesture quickly spread among children. Excluding the insulting connotation, this can be considered the earliest element of sexual enlightenment.

At this moment, my mother and Red Hair's mother were still arguing, and it seemed that a quarrel was about to break out. Ran Mo didn't want to delay the work, so he pulled his mother away.

Not far away, she turned around and raised her hand towards Red Hair Mom and made the classic "IOK" gesture.

Red Hair Mother was stunned for a moment, then understood what was meant. She was so angry that she jumped up and wanted to curse. But she couldn't find the words, so she simply jumped into the air, pulled out her palm and slapped her crotch twice, like a thunderbolt in the air, to show her humiliation and counterattack!

Then there was a loud thud, and the woman fell flat on her back on the edge of the field, screaming in pain.

Ran Mo was so shocked that he was stunned. He quickly followed his mother and left.

Coming to the street, my mother was going to the market to buy some fresh vegetables and meat. She had been eating a bit bland these days, so she wanted to replenish her energy.

Ranmo wanted to buy a map to get a general understanding of the geographical features of this place.

Her mother pointed her to a small shop selling blueprints. When she got there, the shopkeeper handed her a simple hand-drawn blueprint.

Because maps cover a region's territory, their sale is strictly controlled by the government. However, local artisans still create simple maps through on-foot surveys and information collection, which are then collected and used by travelers and enthusiasts.

Ranmo took out two coins and paid the bill. Then he went to a quiet place, slowly unfolded the map, and examined it carefully. Suddenly, he felt a little dazzled.

This picture looks like a deep well or a gaping bloody mouth. It looks mysterious.

Dayue, an ancient kingdom in the Western Regions, lies in a basin. Within the basin, a series of hills rise, forming wrinkles on the map. Numerous winding canals and streams also crisscross the area.

Kyoto's Otsuki Castle sits at the northern end of the basin, like a pearl inlaid on its surface. The main town, Kotsuki Castle, sits at the edge of the basin, like a prominent beauty spot.

In the center of the basin lies a dark mass called the Mist Sea. It looks familiar. It's still called a sea, but it dried up long ago.

Dayue City, nestled between mountains and rivers, is a truly magnificent place. Xiaoyue City, nestled in the heart of the Gobi Desert and surrounded by saline-alkali land, was only after years of hard work that an oasis was finally created.

The climate remains dire. Sandstorms, high temperatures, and droughts are frequent. During the windy season, fierce winds whip up raging sand and rocks, resembling the arrival of the mythical Yellow Wind Monster.

Although there is no charming scenery and views of "green waves and flowers blooming among various trees" here, it is located at the foot of Kunlun Mountain and can be called a vast and heroic place.

The whistling wind from the Gobi Desert swept across the land, and the abandoned loess platform stood like a thousand-year-old artillery emplacement left on an ancient battlefield. Standing there, I wished I could completely melt into the white light and hot wind.

Winter is filled with ice and snow, yet it possesses a unique charm. Summer is scorching hot, like being trapped in a steamer. People only dare to go out when the sun is less scorching.

As a result, fruits such as melons and grapes have accumulated extremely high sugar content, and they taste so sweet that it chokes the throat.

The honeydew melons grown in abundance here have a rough, well-defined skin and a golden or beige flesh. They range in texture from soft and glutinous to crisp and raw, and are sweeter than honey, so sweet you can almost feel them dissolving in your mouth.

The jade-green seedless grapes and the bright red mare's milk grapes are sweet and delicious, each with its own unique sweetness: the former tastes like honeydew, while the latter has a long-lasting sweetness.

Red Agate grapes are brightly colored and taste like fine wine. The wine brewed from them is even more mellow and intoxicating, and has gained a great reputation.

You can never get enough of this heavenly delicacy. Children, feeling they can't get enough of it one by one, simply grab a handful or a handful and pop them into their mouths, instantly delighting their taste buds and their mood.

Every household in the countryside has a grape trellis in their yard, with emerald green vines and half-ripe or fully ripe grapes hanging down from the trellis, offering delicious food at your fingertips. It also provides shade and summer heat, bringing the beautiful countryside scenery into the courtyard.

When fruits and melons are on the market, farmers from far away drive their horse-drawn carriages and peddle their melons along the streets, filling the air with a rich, sweet aroma.

An old man with a white beard sat beside his melon stall, waving his fan and towel from time to time. Tawny bees buzzed around the stall.

Sometimes it hovers in mid-air, sometimes it stops to taste the flesh of a cut or cracked melon. It's a terrible thing to get stung by one if you're not careful. Every child has been stung.

Ranmo put away the blueprints and wondered when she could go out for a walk. She decided to go for a walk near her home first to familiarize herself with the terrain.

There is an open area outside the alley closest to Ranmo's house, which has become a place where farmers from the countryside tie up their donkeys and feed their horses.

The most common animal is the donkey. A closer look reveals a beautiful donkey, with large, watery eyes and long eyelashes, complemented by a shiny, smooth coat. It stands quietly, head bowed, eating grass.

A mischievous fellow picked up a stone and threw it at the donkey's lower body, causing it to jump and cry out in pain.

I'm so bored. The target is so big, but I can't show any ability.

When she reached the entrance of the alley, she heard the sound of several boys chatting and laughing from the other side of the wall.

I was about to walk away when I suddenly heard a familiar voice, so I stopped to identify it and wanted to listen to what they were saying.

"You know those guys in the east end, they did something very immoral."

"What's the matter?" several boys asked impatiently.

"They actually sprinkled chili powder on the body of a mentally retarded little girl just for fun..."

Hearing this, Ran Mo was struck hard, his rage burning. What a shameless act! Bullying the weak like this is truly despicable!

Ran Mo recalled that when he was in college in his previous life, there was also a mentally retarded little girl who set up a stall on campus every day to sell things. It was said that the school granted this stall to support her family's livelihood.

The classmates all loved the little girl and treated her like their own little sister. They often didn't need to give change when buying things from her.

Every time the little girl would say in a naive voice, "Thank you, brother." What a harmonious and friendly atmosphere.

But looking at what he had just heard, Ran Mo was filled with righteous indignation. Killing innocent people for fun was a blatant crime!

What’s infuriating is that when the guys on the other side of the wall heard this, instead of showing any sympathy or anger, they burst into laughter as if it had nothing to do with them!

The person who just revealed this news mysteriously was actually Qiutang, who is also a good student in the eyes of teachers and classmates.

Even though this matter had nothing to do with him, the tone of his voice and the fact that he was inappropriate for the occasion showed that he was not a good person either.

Ran Mo was filled with disgust towards these guys. She decided to find an opportunity to punish these bad guys in the future and vent her anger for the poor little girl!

In the evening, Ranmo walked home in the afterglow of the sunset. The day's harvest and mood were both good and bad.

When I was almost at the door of my house, a fat man in a long gown came towards me on the small dirt road in front.

He looked at Ranmo with a big smile, intentionally blocking her way. If Ranmo went left, he would go left, and if Ranmo went right, he would go right.

Ran Mo thought, "Oh no! Did he run into some hooligans?" She didn't know much about the local security situation. Boys had to protect themselves when they went out, let alone a beautiful girl like her.

She panicked for a moment, instinctively crying out for her mother. The man seemed a little nervous and made no move to stop her, quickly fleeing. It was unkind of him to molest a decent woman so late at night.

Ran Mo stumbled and ran home. Just then his mother heard the shouting and went out to see what was going on.

Seeing Ranmo's panic, he hurriedly asked her what happened. Ranmo briefly described what had happened just now.

"Ah? Is it a man wearing a red shirt and with a sturdy figure?" mother asked anxiously.

"Yes, mother has seen him?" Ran Mo asked. Mother frowned and did not answer immediately.

"Oh, it's Ran Mo back. Don't accuse a good person. It's so dark, did he bump into you, or did you provoke him?"

A slightly teasing voice came from the yard.