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

Everyone exclaimed in surprise, rushing forward to investigate. As the young man rolled over, he struggled to adjust his posture to protect his elbows and knees, but unexpectedly, his forehead struck a leg of the wooden frame. Blood immediately flowed.

Ranmo and Azan also hurried to the front of the stage. A man came up to help the boy up and asked if he was okay.

The boy's eyes were tightly closed, his face was pale, and a streak of bright red blood was running down his forehead. Seeing this, the man carried him backstage to bandage his wound.

A man who looked like the owner of the troupe came out, clasped his fists and said sorry to the audience, then waved his hand and continued the performance on stage.

Ranmo and Azan both felt worried for the young man. In this kind of acrobatic troupe, the owner is the boss, and the members aren't all related. When injured, treatment is usually simplified to avoid delaying future performances.

If something really bad happens and you can no longer perform on stage, I'm afraid you will just be given some money to find another way to make a living.

Ranmo was worried and saddened by the boy's fate. In those days, there was no such thing as social security, not even basic labor protection laws.

Ran Mo even secretly made up his mind that if he could become successful in the future, he would definitely suggest to the court to formulate and promulgate a "Labor Law" to protect the survival rights of the majority of workers.

By the time the show was over, the sun had already set. Ranmo was about to go home, but Azan stopped her and said his mother had gone to visit someone she knew in the north of town and wouldn't be back until quite late. He wanted Ranmo to stay with him for a while. Unable to refuse, Ranmo went with him.

After entering the house, Azan went to the kitchen to get some scallion pancakes for Ranmo to fill his stomach. Azan couldn't cook, so he just had this to satisfy his hunger.

Ranmo tried a piece. Azan's mother's cooking was truly remarkable. The pancake wasn't freshly baked, yet it still tasted soft and delicious.

After finishing the pancake, Azan called Ranmo to sit in his room for a while. The room was clean, with textbooks, paper, and pens on the table. Azan pulled Ranmo over and asked her to sit on his bed.

Then Azan walked to a small wardrobe against the wall and took off his clothes, leaving only his pants, exposing his fair and slightly strong body to Ran Mo.

Ranmo didn't notice it and felt a little shy. Azan's figure seemed to be the type that looked thin when dressed but had muscular body when undressed.

Azan sat back down on the bed and talked to Ranmo about the acrobatics they had just watched. They both felt sorry for the injured boy. Azan said that the boy's features looked a bit like Ranmo's.

Ran Mo glanced at him and said, "How can I be as good-looking as others?" This was not a humble remark. If that young man was born into a wealthy family, he would be a truly handsome young man if he dressed up a little.

Azan smiled and said that your beauty is unique. Then he fell straight back and lay on his small bed.

Ranmo didn't dare look at him. Azan fiddled with her belt from behind, asking Ranmo to lie down beside him. Ranmo said no.

Azan patted his belly and said, let’s play the board-smashing game we just played.

Ran Mo glanced at him and saw Azan's exposed belly, with the outline of his abdominal muscles faintly visible on his rosy white skin.

Azan picked up a book from the bedside and placed it on his stomach, then asked Ranmo to imitate the acrobat's technique and hit the book a few times.

Ranmo thought it was funny, so he slapped him twice. Azan said, "You better focus." Ranmo then punched him hard.

Azan yelled, sat up, put his arms around Ranmo's neck and said, "Good, you really hit me hard." Then he and Ranmo started playing around at the head of the bed.

Ran Mo laughed and wrestled with him for a few times. He tried to get out of bed, but Azan pulled him so hard he couldn't escape, and he was pushed back onto the bed. The two of them rolled into a ball and started fighting.

After a long while, they finally calmed down and lay side by side on the couch, breathing heavily.

Azan turned to look at her and asked, "What are your plans after you graduate from school? Are you really going to become a lawyer?"

Ranmo hadn't thought about this question yet. He shook his head slightly and asked Azan if he had a goal.

Azan said, "For children of ordinary people like us, there are generally two options. One is to pass the entrance exam to a major academy in the capital to continue our studies. The other is to find a job. If you have relatives or friends in the city, they can help you find a job there, as you can earn more there."

Ranmo fell into deep thought. If it's hard for young people in modern society to find jobs, it's even harder for children from ordinary families to make a name for themselves these days. He really needs to pay attention to this aspect in the future. So he said to Azan:

"Everything depends on human effort. As long as we study hard now, we will definitely have a good career path in the future."

Azan looked at Ranmo intently. Ranmo felt a little embarrassed. Azan said seriously, "Ranmo, why do I feel so comfortable and relaxed when I hear you talking? I'm not nervous anymore?"

Later he added, "What I hope most is that no matter where I am, I can still have a good relationship with you."

Ranmo listened, feeling deeply moved. She and Azan had been childhood friends, and now they were like close old friends. With such friends and family by her side, what else could she fear or worry about?

The two of them were silent for a moment, each lost in thought. Ranmo looked out the door and saw it was already getting dark. He quickly said he had to go back, or else his mother might come to the school to look for him.

The two of them got out of bed. Azan put on his clothes and wanted to take Ranmo back home. Ranmo said no need, just wait for your mother at home. Then he quickly walked out and headed home.

Azan stood by the door, watching Ran Mo's figure walking away, thinking something.

Ranmo returned home, wondering whether to write back to Qingsheng. He was also worried that even if he sent the letter to his house, Qingsheng wouldn't see it. With this thought in mind, he fell into a deep sleep.

It was the school's turn to rest that day. After finishing her chores in the morning, Ranmo decided to go to the store to buy some school supplies.

Not long after she left the house, she happened to see Azan coming to see her. He was wearing a brand new bright yellow outfit and looked very energetic.

Azan laughed and said, "If I had come a few steps later, I wouldn't have met Ranmo." Ranmo replied, "I haven't moved. The nun can escape, but the temple cannot."

When Azan heard that Ranmo was going to buy supplies, he wanted to go with her. He was also short of stationery.

The two of them walked together to a stationery store in the town that had a wide variety of products and low prices. When they turned a T-junction, they saw two familiar people coming in the same direction as them.

Azan saw the two men and whispered to Ranmo, "Let's go another way."

Ranmo didn't understand what he meant, but Azan said he didn't really want to see those two people. One was his annoying red-haired sister, and the other was a prostitute.

Ranmo hadn't expected Azan to have such a strong prejudice against them. Before she could even lift her leg, Xin'er shouted a greeting and trotted over to Ranmo. The woman behind her, skirt lifted, followed slowly. It was Hu Ling.

Ranmo greeted them. They excitedly asked her where she was going. Ranmo simply said she was buying some stationery.

Xin'er said she thought Ranmo was going out for fun and could take her with him. Hu Ling also said, I thought you were going somewhere to recite poetry again.

Ranmo said he's been busy with his studies lately and hasn't been able to visit you. He's really sorry. But even though we haven't met, I often see your excellent works in the library. Hu Ling's brows lit up when she heard Ranmo praise her.

Ranmo introduced to Azan, this is the author of "Red and White" that I recommended to you, Sister Hu.

Azan was momentarily stunned. He had been so engrossed in the story that day that he hadn't paid much attention to the author. It turned out to be this woman in the secular world. He hesitated, but still stepped forward and bowed.

Hu Ling's modesty made everyone laugh. They chatted for a while. Azan wanted to take Ranmo out to buy stationery.

Hu Ling suddenly said, "Master Ranmo, I have something to discuss with you. Do you have time today?"

Ran Mo saw Hu Ling's serious expression and knew it wasn't just about poetry. So he agreed. He also told Azan to go to the stationery store first and not wait for her.

Azan was a little reluctant and just asked Ranmo if she needed any stationery and he could bring it for her. Ranmo smiled and patted his shoulder and said, "No need for now." Azan said hello to them and went on his way.

Hu Lingyi said to Xin'er, "Didn't your mother ask you to help her steam rice cakes? Go quickly, don't delay." Xin'er then said goodbye to the two of them reluctantly and left.