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

The carriage continued along the main road towards Dayue City. The two places were quite far apart, requiring two to three days' journey. Fortunately, the road leading to the capital was wide and smooth.

The prosperous and wealthy areas of Dayue Kingdom are concentrated in the northern half, while the southern part is mostly barren mountainous wilderness.

Ran Mo fell asleep in the bumpy carriage. Luckily, she leaned on Qing Sheng's shoulder, so the ride wasn't too difficult. She even had a long dream. It was about the small town and the long journey from her past life.

The town where Ranmo's family lived was built around a lonely train station. Without the train station, there would be no town.

It's only a kilometer or two in radius. Standing at one end of the town, you can see the other end. Surrounding it is the Gobi Desert, a barren wasteland with no vegetation and no human habitation.

Her home is only a few hundred meters from the train station. Every morning, she is awakened by the long, lingering sound of the train whistle. She has a deep affection for trains.

She and her mother often traveled by train during the summer and winter holidays, but their only route and destination was from a small town to a big city, and never anywhere else.

The two are nearly 300 kilometers apart, with only one large station stopping in between. There are also some small stations with down-to-earth names, such as Changheyan and Hongliujing, which flash by.

When passing a salt lake, from afar, the bright lake surface shining with silver light looks like a huge piece of ice jade inlaid in the vast Gobi Desert.

Sitting on a train and admiring the scenery outside the window is a truly wonderful experience. The green train moves very slowly, giving you plenty of time to while away the hours.

When the train makes a sharp turn, sitting at the rear of the train, you can see the long dragon of green carriages and the rumbling locomotive in front of you, which is very spectacular and shocking.

In the setting sun, the shiny rails reflected golden light, which was extremely dazzling and dreamy.

Outside the window was an endless expanse of Gobi and desert, occasionally dotted with lush greenery. After so many rides, she could even remember a small patch of green growing tenaciously in a certain valley.

It was like an old friend to her, nodding to her every time she passed by. Although it passed by quickly and she didn't see what kind of grass it was, she still felt happy and warm in her heart.

This is the only railway line from Kouli to the border area. The train is often crowded and chaotic. The sounds of shouting, whispering, and crying children, interspersed with the occasional music and folk art performances, form a unique symphony.

She listened to this cacophony of sounds in her drowsy state, yet felt a peculiar sense of security and relaxation, as if she were sleeping in the broad arms of a large family, free from the fear of loneliness and desolation.

One encounter she couldn't forget was when a few teenagers sat in her cubicle. They looked like they had come from far away. They kept chatting and laughing, occasionally glancing at her with a friendly smile.

She wanted to talk to them, but she was tongue-tied and timid, so she could only lower her head, bite her lips and remain silent.

She was actually waiting for them to start a conversation, but her expression made them feel overwhelmed. "You could at least look up at her for a moment." It was really frustrating.

There was a thoughtful young man with a delicate face and bright eyes. He casually folded a small paper crane and placed it on the small square table in front of him. It was so lifelike that the tail moved when you tapped it. It seemed like he had folded it especially for her.

She looked at the little crane and smiled faintly, but she still didn't say anything, nor did she touch the paper crane.

Time passed slowly. Before getting off the bus, they stood up and lined up to walk out.

During their brief stop at the car door, the boy folding paper cranes kept glancing in her direction, as if wanting to exchange a glance with her. Even just a glance, a smile would be nice.

But for some reason, she refused to look him in the eye, and only felt his warm gaze out of the corner of her eye.

When they got off the car, this kind of gaze came to an abrupt end - it ended in the course of a lifetime.

When we were about to reach the terminal, the studio would play a beautiful melody with a touch of farewell sentiment. Everyone would then start packing their bags and look out the window with anticipation.

Years later, she found out the song was called "A River Separates the World," and she was still moved when she listened to it again. Thinking back to that moment, she felt like crying.

Ranmo was still dreaming, but Qingsheng had already woken up from a nap. Seeing Ranmo's eyelids twitching, he guessed she was dreaming, but didn't wake her.

This trip was of great significance to him. Not only did he learn a lot about his mother, but his relationship with Ranmo also developed further. He truly felt that he couldn't live without her. That's why he decided to take her to Dayue City this time.

Actually, it didn't matter if he didn't see his father for the time being. But he just wanted to take her home. Subconsciously, it felt like doing so would establish some kind of friendship with Ranmo. After all, they were once Lotus brothers.

Ran Mo slowly woke up. When she opened her eyes, she saw Qing Sheng's face facing her, as if he was admiring a fine work of art.

Ran Mo was a little shy. Was it necessary to look at her like that? Qing Sheng didn't look away and said, "Mo'er, do you still remember what your mother said to us?"

"What?" Ranmo was still a little dazed. Qingsheng put on a haughty expression, "Your mother said she entrusted you to me!" He seemed to have changed "deliver" to "entrust." Ranmo didn't mind. The word "deliver" was more likely used for goods.

Ran Mo acted shy, looked back at Qingsheng and asked, "Then what should you do to me?" "I will hold you in the palm of my hand." Qingsheng blurted out.

Maya, I haven't heard such straightforward love words for a long time. Ran Mo also teased: "What if I'm too hot?" "Then I'll hold you in my mouth." Ran Mo couldn't stand it anymore, so you better hold me in your palm.

Just as he was thinking, Qingsheng pulled out a small piece of paper from his pocket. Unfolding it, he saw it was shaped like a small paper crane, folded perfectly.

Ran Mo asked him in a slightly trembling voice: "Did you fold this yourself?" "Yes, I learned it from my dad." Qing Sheng said proudly.

"Your father?" "Yes, my father. He learned it from my mother. He admitted it himself."

His mother was not good at this kind of flower-making art, but she loved these little paper cranes very much, and learned this little skill from the embroiderer in the mansion.

He and his son, both grown men, usually never even looked at the work of cutting flowers and folding paper, but they chose to learn and memorize the technique of folding paper cranes.

Ran Mo heaved a sigh of relief, feeling that Heaven was truly merciful to her. Her unfulfilled wishes from her previous life had the potential to come true, and in the person of this young man she had grown attached to.

The two of them spent the journey in a state of affection and affection. They never felt bored. When they felt sleepy, they had cushions and pillows to cuddle with. It was a truly carefree time. The small carriage became a haven for them to gather and chat.

The further west we went, the more humid the climate became. After passing through several long tunnels, we gradually entered the lush northern slopes of Yunqing Mountain. Outside the window, scattered trees and flowers, then thickets of them, greeted us. My dry eyes became moist and bright.

Yunqing Mountain is the massive mountain range that stretches across the central part of Dayue Country. Locals call it Qingyun Mountain. This mountain towers majestically into the clouds, entwined with the vast expanse of clouds during the day, creating a breathtakingly beautiful blend. It's hard to tell whether it's the mountain supporting the clouds, or the clouds supporting the mountain. It's truly a breathtakingly beautiful sight.

After the sun sets, beneath the vast sky, a scene of wind-blown grass and low cattle and sheep emerges. Cows, sheep, and horses leisurely graze, drink, and flick their tails on the vast green and tawny meadows. In the distance, low, dark shrubs stand like armored warriors.

The whole scene presents a lonely, magnificent, and harmonious beauty. Ranmo rarely sees such scenery, and it is also a place she yearns for, longing to run, roll, and kiss in its embrace.