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

It was quite late when Ranmo returned home. After reading for a while and thinking back on what he had done during the day, he felt that it was quite worthwhile.

She thought of Qingsheng again. There was no news of him yet. He was serving his country over there, and she should do something to help the people in her small town to keep them safe. That would be worthy of him.

Two days later, she went to school. Azan also arrived, his arm bandage removed. He said he was almost healed, and even moved his arm for her to see. She was happy for him, but she also warned him to be careful with future exercise.

Azan even took the initiative to ask the teacher to sit at the same table with Ranmo. The teacher also knew that they had a good relationship and were both studious, so she agreed.

Ranmo was also quite happy. However, he couldn't help but feel a little sad when he thought about how they had almost caused a big mess because of sitting at the same table in that life.

Ranmo also asked the teacher about some things he didn't understand, including the meaning of the phrase "As long as the sage lives, the thief will never cease." The teacher explained that this phrase has different interpretations, and the students engaged in a debate on the topic.

The teacher concluded by saying that we just need to remember that there is no absolute distinction between saints and thieves, and we should not seize the moral high ground and hold others to our own standards. This will bring more peace to the world.

Azan quietly praised Ranmo for being so thoughtful and inquisitive. How could he be so lucky to meet such an outstanding woman? Ranmo smiled and hit him lightly.

After school, the two walked home together. It was still early, so Azan took Ranmo for a walk outside the town.

Arriving at the edge of the Gobi Desert, Azan stretched out his arms towards the vast Gobi Desert, forming an elegant silhouette against the backdrop of the Gobi Desert.

Ranmo thought that it would be great if he had a camera so that he could take a picture of Azan's figure, which would have a unique sense of vastness.

The two sat on the gravel pile, staring at the dry sea scenery in the distance.

"Ran Mo, I have changed a lot, and it seems like you have changed a lot too, more than me. But in some aspects, I feel like you are still quite conservative." Azan said quietly.

Ran Mo knew what he was talking about. He could only sigh in his heart, "I'm sorry to disappoint you. I'm afraid some aspects of you will never change in this lifetime."

Azan looked at her silently. His dark eyes were round and bright, like black gemstones or grapes. He had a high nose bridge, red lips, and fair skin. Ranmo admired inwardly, "How come you're so beautiful?"

Azan whispered to her, "Ranmo, I feel like you look like a girl. That day, I saw a red bellyband at the head of your bed. Wasn't that you wearing it?"

Ran Mo was stunned. Why didn't he find it when he didn't clean it up properly? He was just trying to find an excuse to get away with it when Azan said, "If you were a girl, I would marry you." Then he laughed.

Ran Mo pretended to be angry and hit him, "Why don't you say that if you were a woman, I would marry you?"

"That's great. I couldn't ask for more." Azan replied with his eyes wide open and full of joy.

Ranmo really couldn't do anything about him. He just thought he'd just ignore him if he kept saying that kind of nonsense. Azan had just stopped talking, but then he casually placed his hand on Ranmo's shoulder. Ranmo couldn't really afford to offend him, so he just let him go.

When Ran Mo returned home at dusk, he missed Qing Sheng very much. He had an idea: should he go to Dayue City to get some information?

I didn't sleep well that night. The next morning, a courier arrived with a letter. Ranmo's family rarely corresponded with others. Suddenly, I rushed out to pick up the letter. When I took it, it was indeed from Qingsheng.

Ran Mo was thrilled. He unfolded the letter and took a closer look. This letter must have been written and sent while Qingsheng was still in Dayue City. By now, he should have already followed his father and brother to the border. What happened after that was unknown.

Ran Mo felt both relieved and uneasy. He only hoped for less war, more peace, and that Qingsheng and the others would return victoriously.

Thinking that going to Dayue City wouldn't be of much help at this point, he decided to wait for news. After calming down a bit, he rushed to the academy.

A well-informed student asked the teacher about the recent rumors of unrest on the border. While admonishing everyone not to meddle with state affairs, the teacher briefly offered his opinion, somewhat disdainfully rebuking the Northern Barbarians for their frequent, almost frantic harassment of our borders. He expressed confidence that a concerted effort by the civil and military officials would quell the conflict.

Ranmo felt relieved after hearing what the teacher said. He just felt that even the strongest people would be afraid of being bitten by a dog. He hoped that the war could be reduced and that war could be turned into peace.

This was also her main idea when she was a lawyer. Both the plaintiff and the defendant tried their best to avoid a falling out and to reconcile whenever possible.

Azan, understanding that she was young yet worried about the nation's safety, consoled her. He then quietly told her that an acrobatic troupe had recently arrived in town and had set up a stage near his house. She could take Ranmo to see it after school, which would be a good way to relax.

Ranmo had something on his mind and initially didn't want to go, but when he heard it was an acrobatics class and Azan insisted, he agreed. After school, the two of them walked toward Azan's house, just in time for a performance later that morning.

Ran Mo has a special fondness for acrobatics due to some beautiful and delicate memories deep in his heart.

As a child, she had a crush on a little girl who performed the acrobatic trick "Stepping on Eggs." At that time, occasionally, a song and dance troupe or acrobatic troupe from mainland China would come from afar and present a spectacular performance in the town's spacious courtyard. In an era of scarce entertainment, this was a wonderful blessing.

Her favorite show was the Qinggong (Light Kung Fu) show Stepping on Eggs. At the time, martial arts films were popular, and teenagers were fascinated by those magical martial arts, especially the Qinggong show, which was so cool.

Even more captivating was the female artist—a little girl about her own age. Her beautiful, charming makeup, graceful figure, and large, sparkling black eyes stirred her heart like the deep blue waters of a lake.

She fantasized blankly about how wonderful and lucky it would be to be able to stay with this little girl. She went to see every performance of theirs.

Unfortunately, just like the little dancer Kaoru in the book, they soon moved to other places to perform.

She didn't even speak a word to her, nor did she know her name. She could only keep this memory and her beautiful and blurry face in her heart forever.

Many years later, she saw a group of young men and women performing with all their heart at an acrobatic performance in a certain city, with the same makeup and expression as they had back then.

My heart was filled with emotion. In the end, only a single tear slipped across the corner of my eye.

Ran Mo followed Azan to the acrobatic performance platform. A crowd of people had gathered below. A young woman was performing a backward bend on the stage.

She bent down slowly and picked up a flower placed on the stool in front of her with her mouth. The whole audience burst into cheers and applause.

The next act was performed by two stronger men. One of them lay on a bench with a slate on his stomach, while the other took a hammer and hit the slate hard. The slate immediately cracked.

The man lying on the ground leaped up and clasped his fists towards the audience. A burst of exclamations and cheers rang out.

Ranmo had seen both of these shows before. The performance on stage had a certain air of antiquity. And since he was so close, it was quite enjoyable to watch.

At that moment, a short, comically dressed man somersaulted over from the side of the stage. He first looked up and made a few faces, causing the audience to burst into laughter. Then he flipped off the stage again and headed straight for a corner.

Ran Mo saw that sitting in the corner was a silly boy from his former neighbor's house. The boy was already quite old, but he was stupid and naive, babbling to himself all day long.

Strangely, he seemed to be particularly fond of Ranmo. He would smile foolishly whenever he saw her. Ranmo was also very friendly to him, treating him as just a sick child.

His mother was sitting there with him, watching intently. Suddenly, the man on the stage leaped toward him like a frog. Just as he was startled, he put on a smile and acted like a clown to amuse the child.

The silly boy burst into laughter, and his mother finally breathed a sigh of relief and looked at the child with loving eyes.

This scene also caught Ranmo's eyes. She couldn't help but sigh, in this world, only mothers love their children the most. Even if they are foolish and stubborn, they will never abandon them.

A man in a gray hat emerged from the audience, holding a copper plate, and asked for tips. Many people offered money. Ranmo and Azan also pulled a few coins from their bags and put them in. The man bowed in thanks.

As the gongs and drums began to beat, a handsome and agile young man appeared on stage. He performed a roller-like performance. On the stage was a frame with roller-like wheels.

The young man jumped up, as light as a swallow, and stood firmly on the roller, making a wing-spreading appearance. Everyone cheered.

The boy then began to walk slowly on the roller, causing it to spin. He walked faster and faster, and the roller spun faster and faster, yet he maintained his balance as if walking on flat ground.

Everyone watched with fascination, yet also with a touch of nervous energy. The young man slowed down slightly and then performed another somersault on the rollers. The audience erupted in cheers, some even calling for another.

The boy took the opportunity to flip another one on the roller. The roller was still moving, and the rack was shaking slightly.

The boy took a breath and did a third somersault. However, the moment his foot touched the roller, he slipped slightly, stumbled, and fell off the roller, landing heavily on the stage.