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

As they were almost home, Ranmo told Qingsheng that she had already taken care of the teacher's affairs, but she also learned that she would be meeting Yu Weihua on this trip. "You should take care of her affairs."

Qingsheng looked a little reluctant. Ranmo didn't care. She was too lazy to argue with Weihua about this. If Weihua didn't agree, she wouldn't go. She wanted to see how Qingsheng could convince Weihua.

Qingsheng looked at Ranmo's sullen expression, and laughed fiercely in his heart: Little guy, in the future I will make sure you are convinced of everything.

Although Qingsheng was not good at writing, he was quite authentic in his words and deeds. After putting down the ink, he went to discuss the matter with Weihua.

Wei Hua was delighted to see Qing Sheng come to talk to her. But when she heard he was going to find her mother, a look of worry crossed her face. Qing Sheng continued, "I'm not familiar with the route. Do you have someone you know who could accompany me? I'll cover all expenses."

Wei Hua said it wasn't about money. She'd love to take him there herself, but that wasn't possible right now. She couldn't even forge a relationship on the spur of the moment. She did think of Ran Mo, but she knew Ran Mo's identity, and she wasn't sure about them going so far together. It wasn't that they might encounter danger, but rather that something "accidental" might happen.

Ran Mo looked at her hesitant attitude and couldn't help but think of the fact that she had been very strict with herself since she was a child. Although she was not a parent but performed her duties on her behalf, she did not necessarily take care of her much either. It was more like a desire for control that was at work.

A few of her classmates had planned to go on a bicycle trip to the suburbs. She packed her things early in the morning, but Wei Hua stopped her, saying the journey was too long and firmly refused to let her go. This made her quite depressed.

Seeing Weihua remained silent, Qingsheng simply stated that he wanted Ranmo to lead the way. Weihua shook her head, saying she had to go to school. Qingsheng said they had already asked for leave. Weihua glared at Ranmo, who pretended not to notice.

Qingsheng asked anxiously, "Your mother is far away from home and has little news. As her children, aren't you worried? Are you going to let her wander around forever?" Ranmo smiled inwardly. Well, this little trick can be used repeatedly.

Wei Hua was stunned and was about to say something when Qing Sheng continued in a stern voice: "If you don't trust my character and are unwilling to help me, then I will leave here and go find my mother myself." As he spoke, his eyes turned a little red.

Wei Hua immediately backed down. Qing Sheng was aggressive towards her, but instead of being annoyed, she was secretly delighted. That was true. If that person always spoke to her in a stern manner, it would seem boring. If he didn't hide his anger or joy, it would indicate that they were familiar with each other and had feelings for him.

Ran Mo couldn't tell whether Qingsheng was truly moved or just trying to exaggerate.

At this point, Wei Hua couldn't stop him anymore and had to agree. She didn't ask Qing Sheng for anything, but instead stared at Ran Mo and repeatedly told him earnestly that the journey was long and he must behave properly, be careful, and avoid getting into trouble.

The two sisters understood each other. Qingsheng looked on, a little bewildered. Fortunately, Weihua had already agreed, so everything else was a piece of cake.

The two of them rested for another day. Qingsheng went to inform Wu Shao of his itinerary, while Ranmo made some preparations at home. To reach Miaofeng Mountain, they had to go through Xiaoyue County. Ranmo and Qingsheng had been there before.

Young Master Wu insisted on sending the family carriage to take them to the county town. Unable to refuse, Qingsheng agreed. The two of them boarded the specially commissioned carriage, which was naturally much faster than their previous trip.

After arriving in the county town, Qingsheng thanked the coachman and told him to go back. He then dragged Ranmo along to find a good inn. Ranmo said no, she already had a place in mind.

My mother had once brought Ranmo here to visit an acquaintance. Just east of the central intersection stood a stone tablet inscribed with the characters "Pizhen." My mother told her the township was called Pizhen Township, a rather impressive name. But it sounded a bit funny when pronounced in the local dialect—"pizhang."

The two of them first enjoyed two glasses of homemade iced sweet water on the street. The color was alluring, a yellow-green with a hint of fluorescence, quite beautiful. Ranmo thought that fabric of this color would also make beautiful clothes.

She sipped it, and Qingsheng drank it in big gulps. They felt they had never tasted anything so sweet and refreshing. Ranmo had a little left in the bottom of his cup, but Qingsheng took it and drank it all in one gulp. He said, "Don't waste good things."

My mother once took Ranmo to visit Principal Ha's home in Dongba Township. They had a very good relationship. Principal Ha had taught my mother how to read. When I saw him again, the old man had already retired from the school.

The old man was thin and vigorous, his eyes gleaming with wisdom and kindness. He wore a small white hat and a goatee that twitched as he spoke. His elegant and open demeanor and conversation were very comforting.

His house had a large courtyard surrounded by a loess wall. Crops, trees, and hedges dotted the perimeter. Inside, there were grape trellises, wooden beds, and benches for cooling off. The grapes, still unripe, swayed gently in the wind, their tender green leaves drooping.

Ranmo admired the beautiful and varied scenery, savoring the pleasures that were readily available. Qingsheng lay on the wooden bed under the grape trellis, feeling content.

They had several sumptuous meals at the old principal's house. There was pilaf, baked buns, lamb skewers, yogurt, fruit, and more. It was all very special. They were practically full.

Principal Ha has two active grandchildren. After dinner, he took Ranmo and Qingsheng by the hand and went to the creek to catch tadpoles and pick mulberries. This was an activity they had never experienced before, and it was incredibly fun.

Not far away was a small river, shaded by dense reeds. From time to time, small boats or rafts passed by. Nearby was a quiet pond, its banks built of yellow mud and dotted with lush mulberry trees.

Ranmo and Qingsheng rested against a tree trunk, quietly admiring the pond. If the two little ones hadn't dragged them off to pick some sweet potato sticks, they could have sat there all afternoon.

In the evening, a pool of spring water reflected the fiery red sunset, a beautiful scene. They picked some red willow branches and flower branches on the shore, made them into garlands, and wore them on their heads. They were very beautiful and exuded a faint fragrance.

They went to a small forest. The terrain there was rolling, with trees stacked one on top of the other. On a high slope, a small waterfall had formed. The cascading water looked spectacular. Ranmo called it the Child's Falls.

The night air was pleasant. Under the soft moonlight, the gray walls and tree shadows were reflected in the canal. The ducks and geese in the pen occasionally made cooing noises.

The villagers were hurrying home in twos and threes. Occasionally, a large cart would pass by, turning from the broad road to the narrow path home, and the dust it kicked up would quickly settle.

The countryside at night is peaceful yet not lonely, and the occasional noise adds to the vibrancy. Ranmo really loves this pastoral atmosphere. How I wish I could live here forever.

Principal Ha arranged a private room for them to rest. Thinking they had to travel again tomorrow, they went to bed early. They weren't in a rush to fall asleep, but rather to slowly savor the feeling of comfort and peace.

After breakfast the next day, Principal Ha tried to persuade them to stay a few days longer. Ranmo said his schedule was tight and he would come back next time. Principal Ha prepared a gift bag of raisins, apricots, and other dried fruits for them. They would eat some on the way and bring some back to Ranmo's mother.

Ran Mo and the others expressed their gratitude, said goodbye to Principal Ha and his family, and then set out for Miaofeng Mountain.

Miaofeng Mountain is several dozen miles northwest of the county seat, and northeast of it is the direction of Dayue City. Every morning, a horse-drawn carriage leaves for Miaofeng Mountain. It takes two days to reach the mountain.

In the car, the two talked about the beautiful scenery of Dongba Township and the warm hospitality of Principal Ha and his family. Ranmo sighed, wishing he could have lived here since childhood. In fact, his mother had lived here before, but later, for some reason, she moved to that small town.

Qingsheng also said he wanted to stay here. Ranmo looked at him and said, "How could you, someone used to living in a bustling city, be interested in this small place?" Qingsheng said, "It doesn't matter how high the mountains are, or how big the city is; as long as you're happy, that's all that matters."

Ran Mo asked him, how can we live happily? Qing Sheng blinked and put his arm around her shoulders, but did not say anything.