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

Ran Mo continued browsing the bookshelves for a while. He accidentally came across a book called "Golden Vase Treasure Mirror", and his heart was moved.

She flipped through the pages a few times, and the familiar names and plot points made her smile with surprise. She hadn't expected to find this book here. This was a real gem.

A slight regret is that, perhaps to get it on library shelves, this book has been clearly abridged. Some sensitive passages are even replaced with multiple □□□. But I'm content with that. The important thing is to grasp the spirit. Hehe.

They were both engrossed in their reading. Before they knew it, it was closing time. They reluctantly put down their books. Ranmo even asked the librarian if they could add a loan service. The librarian said someone had suggested it to the library owner before, but because the conditions weren't yet in place, it hadn't been implemented yet.

Ran Mo thought, what special conditions are required for this? Who wouldn't borrow a book and not return it or damage it? He couldn't help but ask, "Who is the owner of your library?"

Seeing that she looked like a student, the librarian thought it would be okay to tell her the name of the librarian, "Wu Shi." There was a hint of pride on his face, as if he was talking about a famous scholar.

Ran Mo repeated it silently twice in his mind. He simply said that if he could meet the master one day, he would like to see him and ask for his advice. The bookkeeper smiled and said that the master was usually traveling and would teach him if they were lucky enough to meet him.

Ranmo and Azan came out of the library. Azan said that he had gained a lot today. Although he had not finished reading the romance novel, he was deeply attracted by the emotions and truths expressed in it.

Ran Mo told him that the author also said something worth pondering: "Lonely people have their own quagmire."

Azan savored it carefully and said, "This sentence is apt, but it's like only half a sentence, and I only agree with half of its meaning."

Ran Mo looked at him curiously, "What do you mean?" "It's obvious. It's true that a lonely person faces a quagmire, but he should also be able to climb out bravely."

Ranmo smiled, thinking that Azan's understanding and mindset had greatly improved. She wanted to argue with him, saying that many people were trapped in the quagmire of self-imposed limitations, unable to realize it or extricate themselves. But fearing it would bring up sad memories, she stopped herself and simply praised his wit and talent.

Azan said he was far inferior to Ranmo. Ranmo was truly quick-witted and eloquent. He was sure to become a renowned lawyer in the future.

Ran Mo smiled, and found this quite helpful. He looked up and saw that it was getting dark, so he said it was getting late, and that we should all go back to our respective homes and look for our respective mothers.

Azan was obviously reluctant to leave, and told Ranmo that he wanted to go to his house and have a visit, as his mother hadn't seen Ranmo for a long time.

He looked so pitiful. Ranmo's mind suddenly conjured up two figures. Qingsheng acted like the older brother, while Azan still looked like the younger brother. They each had their own unique characteristics.

It was too late to go to Azan's house and back. Ranmo was afraid that he would be sad, so he said, "Let's go to the canal for a walk."

Azan was delighted to hear this, and he and Ranmo headed over there together. That canal was the only place in the town that even remotely resembled a river. The slow flow and the weeds and shrubs along the banks made it a popular spot for strolling and enjoying the scenery.

The canal winds its way from the north to the south of the town. Ranmo and Qingsheng stopped at the northern end last time, and this time he and Azan stopped at the southern end.

The two found a terrace with a railing. There they chatted and gazed at the moon. Azan, with a hint of mystery, told her that he had recently read a beautiful article and wanted to share a few lines with Ranmo. Ranmo listened attentively.

Azan cleared his throat and recited aloud: "Graceful as a startled swan, graceful as a swimming dragon. Bright eyes, gentle gaze, aura like a faint orchid. The divine light that comes and goes makes me forget to eat."

Ranmo was delighted and asked Azan where he had learned it. Azan scratched his head and said that an old man there had taught him this poem when he had last visited his grandmother's house. He said it was a masterpiece of exceptional writing that had come from the Huaxia Empire and was written by a great scholar from long ago. Unfortunately, he only remembered a few sentences.

Ranmo sighed, the charm of literary classics is truly boundless. Azan looked at her and added, "I think the people described here are just like you."

Ran Mo almost couldn't hold it in, thinking to himself, "Brother, please forgive me. How dare I compare myself to the Luoshen, the favorite of the talented Cao Zijian?"

Ranmo pondered the beautiful words. Azan leaned against the railing, facing forward, his thoughts unclear. He seemed to have regained his slightly melancholic, pitiful expression.

Ranmo turned to look at him, thinking that Azan was a truly simple-minded child. He always maintained a certain distance. If it were Qingsheng, he would have tried to get closer to her.

Just as I was thinking, I felt someone approaching me tentatively. Ran Moxin finished speaking, and had just finished praising him. After all, he is still a boy.

An idea suddenly occurred to her. She'd always acted like a younger brother to Qingsheng before, so why not change her attitude today and play the role of big brother to Azan? It would surely be quite interesting.

With her mind made up, she turned around abruptly, held onto Azan's arms with both hands, looked him in the eye and said, "Azan, let's make a promise that we will be upright people from now on and work hard to achieve something. How about that?"

Azan was startled by her action. Hearing Ranmo's words, he nodded naturally. That was indeed what he had planned. He felt very relieved to be able to travel with Ranmo.

Ran Mo added, "In the future, we should not isolate ourselves too much. We should communicate with others more and make more good friends. This will broaden our minds and horizons."

Ranmo was filled with emotion when she said this. She thought, if only someone had enlightened her in the same way back then. She wouldn't have become so withdrawn and taken so many detours.

Azan felt a deep empathy for her. Ranmo's words flowed into his heart like a stream of pure water, and his heart became clear. He added silently, "It's true that I have many friends, but I only have one true friend in my heart."

After saying that, the boy actually looked at her with a slightly teasing expression and eyes. The implication was clear: you know who I'm talking about, right? Then why don't you quickly praise me a little and give me a small reward or something.

Ran Mo looked at him, almost smiling like an auntie. Thinking that her temperament had changed significantly anyway, she thought she needed to continue cultivating her magnanimous personality. She walked over to him generously, hooked her arm around Azan's shoulder, and said, "Azan, you're also a good friend who I truly understand! From now on, we'll share the good and the bad, and live a good life together."

Azan smiled a sweet, knowing smile. He had decided to cast aside all his previous anxieties and fears. He would live his life with pride and joy. From now on, he would no longer be alone; he would be surrounded by friends and love.

In the night sky, moonlight and starlight complement each other, reflecting a strange and dazzling light. Everything on earth is decorated and reflected with unique grace and rich meaning.