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

School had begun. Ranmo returned to the classroom. The students were noisy and boisterous, like a flock of chirping birds that hadn't seen each other for a long time.

Qingsheng said he was going to school soon. He would start his martial arts training every morning, followed by reading poetry. He wanted to emulate Master Wu and become a master of both civil and military skills.

He was going to pick Ranmo up from school. Ranmo smiled and said no, she wasn't a child and the journey wasn't far. If he really wanted to pick her up, he could come over after school the day before his regular holiday, which would be the weekend. Qingsheng agreed.

Ranmo glanced around the classroom but didn't see Azan. He heard that he and his mother had gone out to visit relatives and hadn't returned yet.

A thin figure flashed by. It was Jianzhu. With a playful smile, he approached Ranmo's desk and asked her how her vacation was.

Ranmo looked at her former deskmate, and a long memory came to her mind. The teacher would adjust the seats every once in a while, and that time, he had arranged Jianjian next to her.

This kid was a bit naughty and got bullied by the teacher a lot. He was a repeater. But he didn't look any older than them, so maybe he started school earlier.

He had a pale face, curved eyebrows, and narrow eyes that looked as if they hadn't fully grown. He also had a big forehead, which suited Ranmo's aesthetic.

I think my mother would like it too, because she always says that children with big foreheads are smart, and influenced by this, Ranmo also particularly likes children with big foreheads.

He was carefree and easygoing. When they sat together, he gradually winked at her and said something to get close to her, "We'll be together from now on." Ran Mo grinned but said nothing. Who wants to be with you?

He has a bit of a ruffian vibe about him, which complements Ran Mo quite well, offsetting his shyness, and it makes me feel comfortable around him.

Their relationship gradually improved. Perhaps Ranmo was simply desperate for friends. For a while, it felt like a long time since we last met.

Especially during the summer vacation, when she hadn't seen him for more than a month, she missed him terribly, but she didn't know where he lived. She was looking forward to the vacation being over so that she could see him again when school started.

Fortunately, one day, she saw him in the cinema. The movie had already started. She saw a boy sitting five or six seats away in the same row who looked like him.

Wearing a wide-brimmed hat imitating the one worn by the PLA soldiers, the light from the screen reflected on his young face, adding a bit of firmness to his delicate appearance.

Ran Mo occasionally glanced at him, not daring to speak, wondering if he noticed her. His big head seemed focused solely on the screen. As the movie was almost over, Ran Mo noticed him talking to an adult next to him, probably a family member.

She was a little discouraged, and when the show ended, she hurried out of the theater with the crowd without even bothering to say hello to him.

He had his own flaws, too. He was lazy, opportunistic, and prone to saying strange things. She'd been bothered by them at first, but now that they were close, she could overlook them. She could even help him correct them.

But something happened not long after that caused a rift to appear between them.

If I tell you a story about someone being looked down upon or ostracized for not farting in public, I'm afraid many people won't believe it. But this is a true story, and it happened in an elementary school.

Most of my classmates were from working-class families and were not particular about small matters. Some of them were used to farting in class and were called "fart baskets." The shy ones would fart secretly.

Everyone was used to it. Gradually, I started to develop a habit of it, sometimes even deliberately playing loud music. It made her feel quite embarrassed.

In order to convince him to pay attention to his image, she accidentally "bragged" in front of everyone, saying that she had never farted in class. She was telling the truth.

I never thought I would get into trouble. Because of this sentence, many classmates were unhappy. Why do you think you are so elegant?

So, during a music class, the teacher came in and casually said, "Why is there a strange smell?" To her surprise, a bunch of boys and girls pointed at her and said, "It must be Ranmo who farted!"

She was stunned. What kind of outrageous move was this? The teacher didn't think it was possible either, but the students kept on pestering her, fanning the flames. Gradually, the students beside her began to gloat over the joke. She felt completely sick.

Now she finally realized the power of the so-called masses and understood the truth that "the tallest tree in the forest will be destroyed by the wind". If everyone else lets go but you don't, everyone will rise up and persecute you.

I only knew that the adult world was more complicated, but I never expected that this kind of squeeze and exclusion would also occur in the territory of primary school students.

Ran Mo understood to some extent that sometimes one should be patient and protect oneself, but deep down he still hated this strange phenomenon.

She was also starting to get a little annoyed. It seemed like they weren't the same type of people. She wanted to make friends who were respectable and honest, not someone like him who didn't care about the rules.

Perhaps because he saw that she and he were becoming less and less close, and he didn't want to bother her anymore, the two of them gradually drifted apart, only occasionally chatting with each other.

Ranmo has become more open-minded now and doesn't want to dwell on the past. So he chats with Ranmo for a while.

Gradually, he began to talk to her happily and mentioned something to Ranmo, which made Ranmo's expression change slightly.

They gradually said they were going to play with saltpeter in the next two days behind the wild hillside. That thing is very dangerous. Some brave people would use it with other things to play with it, and it would actually produce a flammable effect.

They used it as a firecracker to play with. Several students even got hurt when they tried to play with it secretly.

Ran Mo couldn't help but ask, "Who are you going to play with?" Ran Mo replied that he was going with that Azhi.

Ran Mo's anger boiled over at the mention of this name. If others were bad, then that guy was evil. Or perhaps just universally acknowledged to be bad. He had a brother who was a little hooligan, constantly getting into fights and doing a lot of bad things.

No one wanted to mess with him, but he would always pick on others and bully them whenever he could. Perhaps because he had done too many bad things, he was the most seriously injured when he was playing with saltpeter and almost died.

Jianran wasn't such a bad person after all. Ranmo reminded him that it was dangerous and he'd better not go. Jianran was still hesitant, so Ranmo told him straight out, "If you still consider me your friend, then listen to me and don't go."

When Zhanzhu heard this, he didn't expect Ranmo still regarded him as a friend. He almost jumped up with joy and said, "No problem, then I'll listen to you and not go."

Ranmo was still wondering whether he should have Jianzhu tell Ahzhi not to play with saltpeter. Otherwise, he would definitely not be able to escape the disaster.

But recalling the past, Ran Mo was extremely angry, which brought back a hidden pain in her heart.

Campus life is sunny and bright, but there are also some mischievous children. Some people's true colors gradually emerge, and they are not above mocking and insulting others.

Originally, she and Ah Zhi had no conflicts. But this guy had somehow found out about her family situation and seemed to have found a sharp weapon to attack her.

He began calling her a "widow" with a sinister grin. It simply meant her mother was alone. Ran Mo started shoving and yelling at him. He toned it down somewhat, but still occasionally uttered the word.

Some bad students joined in the commotion, calling her that, using it as a code name. This deeply stung Ranmo's heart. Unfortunately, she was powerless and couldn't do anything to them.

After learning how to use the dictionary, she looked up the meaning of the word and found that it meant a woman whose husband had died. But her mother's situation did not fit the description.

So when they said that to her again, she would use the dictionary to argue with them: My mother is not like that. But she only received more rampant laughter from them.

She silently put the dictionary away, biting her lip to hide her sadness. It doesn't matter, call me whatever you want. Be careful if that nickname gets passed down to your parents someday.

As long as her mother loves her, it is enough. She knows that her mother has suffered more and shed more tears.