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

Toilets are also a form of culture. Tang Bohu even wrote a couplet for the county magistrate's outhouse, which has been passed down through the ages: "I would gladly undo my clothes without regret, turning into spring mud to protect the flowers." Sometimes, the more eye-catching a place is, the more special it can become.

In that life, the compound's only public restroom was a dark brown adobe house. In the center was a narrow, two-meter-long pit, suitable for both urination and defecation, for both men and women. The only way to tell if someone was inside was by the sound of coughing.

This was considered the best toilet in the area; some didn't even have a roof or a deep pit, requiring only bricks to support one's feet. People often came from far and wide to relieve themselves here, making it a landmark and practical building.

Her mother often took her to the bathroom with her. She squatted in front, her mother behind her. She always felt like her mother was tickling her, making it too awkward to pee. So she preferred to squat behind her, facing her mother's big, white butt.

Occasionally, a gecko with its four ferocious claws would crawl across the wall, either silently or scurrying. It frightened her to the point of being unable to breathe. It was a constant shadow over her toileting. Occasionally, a mischievous person would throw a rock into the pit from behind, startling the occupant.

Now, Ran Mo still wants to visit and see if this toilet is still there, so that he can revisit the old place.

What a pleasant surprise! She quickly found the restroom. While the exterior hadn't changed much, a squat toilet and a urinal were now available. Hidden behind a small bamboo grove, it wasn't easy for outsiders to find.

Ranmo wandered inside, observing for a long time. He felt as happy as if he were meeting an old friend. His slightly stuffy nose finally cleared up.

In the afternoon, Ran Mo went to the toilet again. When she walked into the toilet, she bumped into someone head-on.

She seemed to have seen this person before in her past life, but the situation at that time was extremely awkward.

When Ran Mo came out of the bathroom that time, he was careless for a moment and the hem of his clothes was still rolled up, and his belt was not fastened properly, so his white belly was exposed, and he walked out while tying his waist belt.

Unexpectedly, they bumped into that person head-on, and both of them looked up at each other. To make matters worse, they both subconsciously glanced down.

He was still dressed neatly, but Ran Mo was in a terrible state. The way she held her belt was extremely indecent, and the most important thing was that her white belly was clearly visible to that person.

Ran Mo was embarrassed and annoyed, so he quickly ran away with his pants pulled up. The man also stood there in a daze, as if he had forgotten what he came for.

Ranmo recognized him. He was a big boy named Li from the nearby military station compound. He wasn't some scoundrel, but he didn't know how he'd managed to get here.

This incident had a profound impact on her. She had previously read about women in ancient times who would insist on marrying a man if he mistakenly saw their arms, but she couldn't understand it. But after experiencing this herself, she realized that this obsession really existed.

She was extremely anxious during those few days, and she wanted to confront that guy right away and have a frank discussion about whether he should be responsible for her.

Unfortunately, when the district was recruiting soldiers, this excellent brother Li was undoubtedly selected to serve in the army. We never heard from him again.

The accounts from the previous life had not yet been settled. In this life, they unexpectedly met head-on again. This time, however, the situation was exactly the opposite.

When she almost bumped into that person, she suddenly realized from the corner of her eye that the guy was walking out in a nonchalant and domineering manner without even fastening his pants.

She gasped and felt like eating someone.

Was this even with her past life? Why did she always feel like she was the one who suffered the loss?

The man also looked a bit bewildered. After seeing Ran Mo's face clearly, he seemed to breathe a sigh of relief. As if letting the handsome boy look at him for a few times was nothing.

He slowly and methodically tucked in his clothes, completely ignoring Ranmo's surprise. He even held Ranmo's arm and asked with concern, "Are you okay?"

Ran Mo rolled her eyes at him. His hand had just touched that one and now he was touching her again. She was so angry that she didn't want to talk anymore. She brushed past him and was about to go to the bathroom. Suddenly, she stopped.

She usually went to the bathroom in seclusion, avoiding being spotted. The man standing at the door didn't seem to want to leave immediately. It would be terrible if he came back and peed on her.

Ran Mo pretended that he didn't want to pee anymore and walked out.

The man looked at her curiously, but didn't ask any questions. He followed her out, and as they were about to part, he asked, "Do you live nearby?"

Ran Mo didn't want to pay attention to him. He was still holding his pee and wanted to find another toilet. But out of politeness, he simply said "hmm".

"I don't live far away. Can we get to know each other?" the man said calmly.

Ran Mo's heart skipped a beat. To be honest, she had always been looking forward to this kind of straightforward greeting.

Because of her withdrawn personality, she never dared to initiate conversation. Seeing her cold and distant demeanor, others also lost the desire to talk. This resulted in her having almost no friends and missing out on many opportunities to make new ones. But this person in front of her was actually quite good.

"Yeah." He thought so in his heart, but still maintained a bit of reserve on his face.

The man showed his two small fangs and smiled. "My name is Qingsheng, the one who holds up the sky, and the one who wins the battle. May I ask your name, your honorable name?"

Ranmo was delighted. A romantic? I'm a romantic. "My name is Ranmo, and the ink has soaked a large area of ​​Ranmo."

"What a good name. Clouds and mists, rich and colorful." This guy is quite good at flattering. Ran Mo felt relieved after hearing that. He was completely different from those idiots who always like to make up nicknames.

"Qingsheng," Ranmo muttered silently. Because of their accent, people here often pronounce some words with back nasal sounds as front nasal sounds. Just like Yinchun'er, who only discovered her name was Yingchun after she started school. The name Qingsheng, pronounced like "Qinsheng," also flows smoothly. When pronouncing a full name, one must follow the correct pronunciation.

The two of them walked to an open area. The view before them became brighter.

Qingsheng stopped, turned to look at Ranmo, and asked, "Where is the academy here?"

"It's not far from the front." Ran Mo pointed forward and took the opportunity to look at the young man in front of him.

I didn't look at him carefully just now, but I thought he looked like the big brother Li from the military station in my previous life, and his features were a bit like my old friend Shengzi, and we both called each other Sheng.

This man possessed a face as handsome as a crown of jade, with sharp brows and sparkling eyes. His gaze shone with a glint of spirit. Beyond the innocent charm of youth, he also possessed a hint of maturity. His upright figure exuded a sturdy strength. Paired with fine silk clothing, he resembled a handsome young man from a martial arts film.

Ran Mo thought back to the various martial arts dramas that were popular in the 1980s. People were not only attracted by the exciting plots, but also mesmerized by the heroic characters in them.

There's a small regret here. Influenced by the times and local aesthetics, everyone favored male celebrities with thick eyebrows and large eyes. Men with narrow eyes like Yang Kang were considered unremarkable and somewhat neglected. It wasn't until many years later that I realized that men with this kind of appearance and temperament are truly the best.

Now, standing before her was this handsome man. What did this signify? Was he going to play a Lu Bu trick on Diao Chan with her?

Just as Ran Mo's thoughts were flying, the young man next to him spoke, "Hey, what's wrong with you? I was a bit abrupt just now." After saying that, he smiled embarrassedly.

Ran Mo pretended to roll her eyes at him. She used to love rolling her eyes, not out of disdain for anyone, but mainly because it made her eyes uncomfortable. It became a habit, evolving into a face-wrapped expression. Everyone laughed at her, and she finally tried to overcome it. She still had a little bit of it.

She calmed down and asked, "From your tone just now, could it be that you are not from here?"

"Well, I'm from Dayue City. I come here every once in a while to visit friends and do some business."

"Then you don't have to go to school? Can you take a leave?" Ran Mo was a little surprised.

"Oh, I have invited a teacher to give lectures in my house. The teacher has a gentle temper and it is very convenient for him to ask for leave." Looking at his slightly smug look, it is probably not because the teacher has a good temper, but because he can't do anything to him.

Ran Mo felt envious. It seemed that his family was well off and he didn't have to go to the academy to study by himself, nor did he have to squeeze with his classmates to go to the toilet.

Seeing the person beside him fall into deep thought again, Qingsheng jokingly said, "What are you thinking about, little brain? Is your teacher very strict?"

"Ah, no. Our teacher is very good, but our students are a bit naughty." Ran Mo said lightly.

"Oh, really? I envy you classmates studying and playing together, free and unrestrained. My teacher is okay at home, but my father is very strict and has a bad temper. I ran away many times just because I was angry with him." Qingsheng opened the chatterbox and talked incessantly.

"Your father is strict, how dare you run away in anger?" Ran Mo's answers are always very logical.

Qingsheng glanced at her and said sternly, "It's not possible according to common sense, but I came here for something important to do, so you can't do anything to me."

Ran Mo chuckled, thinking, "What big deal could a young man like you have?" She didn't ask any more questions, but took a few steps forward and began running and jumping in the open space. This was the nature of youth; she enjoyed this casual and leisurely way of doing things.

Qingsheng was moved by her and started running, jumping, and spinning along with her. It was a very relaxing and comfortable feeling. Joyful laughter echoed with their movements.

Suddenly, a voice called out from a distance, "Master, Master..." A man dressed as a servant came running over, "Master, it's really hard for me to find you. We should go back. Master Wu wants to talk to you about something."

"Got it." Qingsheng said to Ranmo with a hint of reluctance, "I have to go back first. See you next time."

Ran Mo nodded slightly. Qing Sheng then asked, "How are we going to meet next time?"

Ran Mo was a bit stunned. Do we need to arrange another meeting place? Seeing that she didn't respond, Qing Sheng simply said, "Then let's meet at that toilet next time." After that, he bowed and walked away quickly with the servant.

Ran Mo looked at their gradually receding backs and was unable to come back to his senses for a long time.