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

They had reached the valley's mouth. They strolled toward it, and suddenly the view opened up. A vast expanse of emerald green pasture nestled alongside towering coniferous forests. Against the backdrop of the clear blue sky, the scene was tranquil and vast, like a paradise on earth.

Ranmo recognized this as a type of landform known as alpine meadow. This type of natural scenery was her favorite. It had a fresh, untouched, and untainted feeling.

Qingsheng opened his arms and called out to the distant mountains. The empty valley echoed with his voice, and his mood improved.

Ranmo wanted to relieve his emotions a bit, so he asked Qingsheng, "Do you still want to hear me sing?" Qingsheng clapped his hands and said, "Yes, yes, I couldn't ask for more."

Ran Mo smiled slightly, walked slowly forward, and sang the song "Footsteps in the Valley" which she particularly liked in her clear and ethereal voice.

"A fallen leaf may not need to return to its roots, but only wants someone to feel sad for it... The sun's shadow and the cold moon make this scene profound and peaceful. Perhaps there's no need to choke on the present, for I don't know when I'll climb again. One day, when I hear footsteps in the empty valley, I'll know he's bringing red flowers to comfort me. Fallen leaves can regenerate."

This theme song from Feng Baobao's version of the TV series "Empress Wu Zetian" is melodious and captivating, with a distinctly ancient feel. The drama became a sensation upon its initial release. This type of palace drama, incorporating elements of conspiracy, love, and ethics, is incredibly popular. The characters' makeup and the lavishly staged scenes are truly captivating.

Every night, Ranmo would first watch the previous program at Old Zheng's house, where they had a black-and-white TV. Then, pretending to go home, she would rush to the military station compound to watch the color TV there. The small room was already packed with people, so she had no choice but to lean against a small window to peek inside.

It was the height of summer. An older man from inside the window said to her quietly, "You've blocked this tiny window that lets in air." This made her move away in embarrassment.

Later, when the drama was rerun, she and a few other children crowded into a neighbor's house to watch. They happened to be watching the scene where Li Zhi and Mei Niang were affectionately undressing. The sight of the female protagonist gracefully removing her bellyband, veiled in the hazy veil, was truly captivating. The children burst into unabashed laughter.

Feng Baobao's charming and heroic appearance and the multifaceted character portrayal are so fascinating that I no longer find other versions of Wu Zetian interesting.

Almost every girl who watched the drama secretly imagined herself as Wu Zetian, trying to accomplish great things, just as young people later often imagined themselves in dramas or novels with strong female protagonists.

Ranmo was lost in his own song and memories. Over there, Qingsheng seemed already lost in a trance. This scene, this scene, was filled with heavenly music. Coupled with this beautiful, otherworldly being, what else could it be but a fairyland?

Looking at the little fairy boy in front of him, he was still wondering, could this be a good friend sent to him by his mother out of fear that he would be lonely and deserted?

This little fairy child seems to have some characteristics that are different from others, which is also due to his immortal characteristics. There is no need to doubt him. Just interact with him sincerely.

Perhaps one day, he would use his magic to transform into a fairy. By then, wouldn't he be able to marry her forever?

Thinking about this, the corners of his mouth rose unconsciously. When Ran Mo saw this, he thought that this kid had finally come to his senses. He just didn't know what happy thing had brought him back to normal.

The two of them were still enjoying the tour for a long time, and fearing that their mother might be waiting for them, they slowly walked back to the temple.

When my mother saw them return, she invited them in for dinner. She was an old acquaintance of the temple's owner, and the accommodations were very cheap. My mother's expression was as amiable as ever, as if she had let go of the past.

The group ate at the temple. Although it was a vegetarian meal, the wild vegetables were exceptionally fresh and refreshing. Qingsheng drank two large bowls of porridge. Mother looked at them lovingly and said she had already negotiated with the temple's abbot to let them stay for a few days.

At night, my mother arranged for them to stay in their own place. The night in the mountains was particularly quiet and cool, and they slept soundly.

In addition to chatting with his mother during the day, the two of them went to the fairyland of the empty valley and lingered there for the whole day. They were so fascinated that they wished they could live there forever.

The magic of this place lies in the fact that it is a unique green mountain and valley formed in the Gobi Desert. It is different from the beautiful water towns in the south of the Yangtze River, so it is extremely precious.

The vast expanse of green fields and the clear blue sky bring a sense of intoxication and liberation, and cultivate one's temperament. There, there is always an urge to break free from all constraints and achieve harmony between man and nature.

Sometimes I also want to become a tree or a bird there and stay there forever.

After three days, their mother, considering they still had school to complete and could perhaps return during next year's holidays, told them to prepare for their return journey. Though reluctant, they had no choice but to do so.

Ranmo wanted his mother to go back with them. His mother said that it would take some time to cultivate, so she asked them to go ahead and she would return later. His mother then had a private conversation with Ranmo, asking him if he was interested in Qingsheng.

Ranmo suddenly felt shy and slightly rebuked her mother. Her mother smiled and said, "I'm an experienced person. I can't tell what my daughter is thinking." Suddenly she asked, "You have been with me all the way here. Is there any inconvenience?"

Ran Mo hurriedly shook her head. Her mother whispered in her ear, "Qingsheng is a good child, and his mother and I have a good relationship. If you really like him, you can go ahead and talk to him. Mother agrees."

Ran Mo lowered her head in delight. Unexpectedly, her mother said something shocking, "Men love women, and even if you two act first and ask for permission later, I won't blame you."

Ran Mo looked up at her mother in surprise. To think there was such an open-minded and broad-minded mother? Qing Sheng would be so overjoyed if he heard this. She couldn't show it too obviously. What if her mother was testing her?

Thinking of this, she said helplessly: "Mom, what are you talking about? Qingsheng is a gentleman, and I am also a chaste and heroic woman. We are just pure men and women, friends now!"

Her mother stopped teasing her. She just said that everything depended on fate and that if she had a chance, she should not let it go. If she had any problems, she should contact her mother immediately.

Ran Mo's eyes were slightly moist. He couldn't help but throw himself into his mother's arms, holding her tenderly for a long time.

Before leaving, the mother looked at the two beautiful and well-matched people in front of her, as if filled with emotion, but unable to express herself. She only said to Qingsheng, "Mo'er has been weak since she was a child. Since you are older, I will hand her over to you."

Upon hearing this, Qingsheng was stunned for a moment. This was clearly an imperial sword. Whether it was a delivery or an entrustment, the deep trust it contained was self-evident.

While he was happy, he also seemed to have something more to say. His mother saw what was on Qingsheng's mind and said, "I can't explain your mother's affairs any further for now, so I'll leave you with a few parting verses. Don't bother pondering, everything is God's will."

Qingsheng and Ranmo listened attentively. Mother recited softly:

"How great is the Jade Pillar, yet it strikes the Yellow Dragon's lair. Two swallows return to the mountains together, not to be phoenixes in front of the hall."

The two heard the verse clearly, but did not understand its meaning. Mother did not try to explain or persuade them to stay, but urged them to go down the mountain and watched them go.

After this journey, the two seemed to have aged several years. They had gained a new understanding and appreciation for the warmth and warmth of human nature. As they sat in the carriage, they clung to each other, unwilling to part, fearing that if they let go, they would end up separated, like their predecessors.

The carriage creaked and chugged along. Ran Mo glanced out the window. Suddenly, something seemed amiss. The sun was setting, and they should be heading east back to town. But this carriage was heading north.

Ranmo exclaimed, "Maybe I got on the wrong carriage?" Qingsheng shook his head and said nothing. Ranmo suddenly remembered something. He had just ordered the carriage. Could it be that he had booked it for another destination? Great! She had just left her mother, and this man wanted to take her somewhere else.

She yelled a little angrily: "Stop the car, I want to get off, otherwise I will jump out." The coachman in front heard it and stopped, waiting for the two of them to give confirmation.

Qingsheng then said in a slightly flustered tone: "I want to take you to Dayue City. This place is on the way. I haven't seen my father for a long time." From the tone of his voice, it seemed that he had just accompanied Ran Mo to see her mother, so it would be fair for him to go back and see his father as well.

Ran Mo said angrily, "I have no problem with you going wherever you want to meet whoever you want. I'd even go with you, but don't you understand that you need to get the other person's consent for this kind of thing? It's the minimum courtesy and respect."

Ranmo's words were a bit harsh. She knew Qingsheng had no ill intentions, but a young horseman from the Western Wasteland might lack certain etiquette. She didn't want him to become unreasonable and disrespectful. Therefore, she had to instill in him the concepts of equality, respect, and negotiation.

Qingsheng didn't expect Ranmo to react so strongly. He knew he was wrong, but he didn't dare to argue. After Ranmo finished speaking, he thought for a long time and reflected on himself:

"I was wrong this time. I didn't consider your feelings and made the decision without authorization. Please don't be angry. You can even hit me. If you really don't want to go, we can discuss it again."

Ran Mo looked at him, looking a little dejected, like a child who had made a mistake, waiting for the teacher to criticize and punish him with copying homework. He felt that his educational goal had been achieved.

Then he said, "It's a great honor to admit one's mistakes and then correct them. As for Dayue City, who said I wouldn't go there? I've been wanting to go there for a while."

Hearing this, Qingsheng almost jumped out of the carriage with joy. He waved to the coachman and continued on his way. Then he hugged Ranmo and looked at her with a smile, as if he was taking a rare porcelain doll home.