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

Mornings in Dayue City were distinctly different from those in Xiaoyue City. As the sky brightened, the air began to hum with the faint murmurs of voices and the sounds of carriages, a harmonious cacophony that didn't seem noisy at all.

The sound of morning drums from temples and morning music played regularly by ritual and music institutions drifted through the air, creating a harmonious and harmonious atmosphere, allowing one to fully appreciate the tranquility and preciousness of a peaceful and prosperous era.

Qingsheng and Ranmo had already arrived at the post station and were waiting. With a little time left before the train departed, they stopped at a nearby stall for breakfast. Some sold steamed buns, soy milk, naan, and baked buns.

They chose to eat something hot and bought some naan bread to eat on the way. In fact, their bags were already filled with food and supplies prepared at home.

After boarding the carriage, they began their journey southward. Unlike the previous rush, they felt a sense of triumphant return, their faces high and their spirits in high spirits.

Halfway along the road, we saw a vibrant patch of pale yellow. Someone exclaimed, "Rapeseed flowers!" and the passengers all leaned forward to look.

The rape flowers are really in bloom. I hadn't seen them the last time I passed by, but now they are blooming all over the mountains.

Everyone asked if they could stop to take a closer look. The carriage owner smiled and said, "There's a rest stop just ahead. The carriages will rest for half a day before leaving. You can take this opportunity to enjoy the view."

Upon hearing this, those who enjoyed sightseeing were overjoyed, while those who were in a hurry to get on with their journey could only follow the crowd.

Qingsheng had heard there was a beautiful field of rapeseed flowers here. Now that he had finally seen them, he dragged Ranmo along to see them.

From a distance, it looks like the scenery of a southern wilderness. But when you get closer, the bright colors and warm connotations are even more intoxicating.

The sun was shining, the flowers and leaves were lush and vibrant. They wandered through the vast golden rapeseed fields, a dreamlike experience. As they journeyed deeper into the fields and hills, they saw almost no one else. They inevitably spent some time playing and cuddling among the flowers.

Qingsheng picked a small rape flower and placed it on Ranmo's temples, praising its beauty. Ranmo ran forward along the path, with Qingsheng following slowly behind.

When they reached a slightly flatter place, he went forward to grab Ran Mo and was about to carry her to lie down in the grass.

Even though it was the wilderness where people were most likely to have sexual desires, Ran Mo was afraid that the two of them would lose their temper, so he picked a small branch and pricked his arm.

Qingsheng loosened his grip, allowing Ranmo to escape. As he ran, he glanced back at him and smiled, "Come chase me! If you catch me, I'll let you go!" He then ran towards an open, populated area.

After they emerged from the flower fields, their bodies covered in pollen, looking like they were coated in gold dust in the sunlight, they saw a slightly wider road leading to a mountain pass. People were walking along the road in groups of three or four.

There were travelers from the area, and local villagers enjoying a trip together. An old man was driving a oxcart laden with flowers, creaking slowly forward. His wife and little granddaughter sat on the cart. The little girl, wearing a rapeseed wreath on her head, looked pretty and lovely.

Ranmo asked the old man where they were going. He pointed and said that beyond the mountain pass was the famous Grand Canyon. Inside, there was a different kind of scenery. The two of them followed him forward.

After crossing the mountain pass, I looked out and saw a deep valley stretching out, covered in lush greenery. At this time, a light rain began to fall from the sky.

Amidst the drizzling rain, the air was refreshing and pleasantly cool. The grass on the cliffs was lush green, and crystalline water droplets drifted down in thin lines. The outward-facing rock face above shielded the rain from the elements. It was truly a delightful and romantic scene.

The two of them gradually calmed down. They didn't talk much along the way, but they felt a tacit understanding, a natural and comfortable feeling. Besides admiring the scenery, occasionally thinking about small things, it was truly a happy and contented journey.

The feeling of walking through the Grand Canyon is wonderful. Because I have close friends by my side, it feels less desolate and more warm and bright.

After wandering for nearly two hours, a fellow traveler called out that it was time to return. The two of them, still reluctant to leave, returned the same way. This scenic spot was well worth the trip.

A gentle breeze blew by, bringing a slight chill. Qingsheng pulled a cloak from his bag and they both put it on. Worried that Ranmo would be cold, he pulled her into his arms. The two of them snuggled together, feeling quite warm.

The carriage continued to gallop through the drizzle. The two of them would sometimes whisper to each other, and sometimes stare out the window in deep thought.

Life is like a journey. Whether it's fast or slow, rain or shine, we must face it calmly and grasp it. Meeting him on this long journey, and returning home together, is truly a blessing from heaven.

At noon the next day, they arrived at a slightly larger town. After a rest as usual, Qingsheng dragged Ranmo to explore the bustling area.

We sampled local delicacies and explored the unique courtyards of the local people's houses. Elderly people squinted their eyes, basking in the sun outside their doors, while children ran and played. It was a picture of joyful life.

Ranmo had often come across small towns like this during his travels in the West. Looking at the bronze-faced inhabitants, dressed in simple clothes, and the buildings full of folk customs, he would wonder what life was like in such a small place.

Then he burst out laughing. Hadn't he grown up in a place even smaller and more remote than this? Local conditions and circumstances shape the people.

The two sat down on the steps in front of a house, enjoying a slow moment. Above the mossy courtyard wall, a large cluster of bougainvillea-like flowers emerged, like a brilliant cloud.

Qingsheng asked Ranmo a question, "Do you know why I didn't want you to have fun with my friends before?"

Ran Mo smiled and replied, "Isn't it just that you don't like to recite poems together?" Qing Sheng looked at her with a slightly cunning look and said:

"Not entirely. Mainly because when those friends get together, they occasionally talk about some vulgar things in the streets and alleys, and even say some dirty talk between men and women. I'm afraid it will pollute your ears and eyes."

Ranmo glanced at him and thought to herself, "You're a really nice guy." She knew that boys couldn't get away from certain topics when they were together. The classmates in the class also loved to tell obscure jokes.

A classmate once gave her a riddle about something growing longer and thicker. She immediately erupted in anger. How could such a pure person like her tolerate this?

He hadn't expected her to be angry. He quickly told her the answer was fried dough sticks. Only then did her expression soften.

Hearing Qingsheng say this, he could only reply, "Then I have to thank you. You must be a gentleman who doesn't like to talk nonsense."

Qingsheng lowered his head slightly, then nodded, "Of course. Only close friends can say such things."

"Hmm?" Ran Mo gave him a suspicious look. Well, he'd even leveled up. Afraid he'd tell some outrageous joke, Ran Mo was about to get up and leave.

Qingsheng grabbed her and said in a stern manner, "Where are you going? You are not allowed to leave!" There was a look of greed in his eyes.

Ran Mo's heart trembled. Regardless of whether Qingsheng's expression was genuine or not, she suddenly realized that this young man from the West, in his prime, inevitably had a bit of a tiger or wildness in his heart. Once this tiger energy was aroused in certain circumstances, it would be unstoppable.

Thinking of this, she felt a little timid and her body trembled slightly, like a little white rabbit being stared at by a tiger.

Qingsheng hadn't expected his faked behavior to frighten Ranmo. He felt remorseful and quickly apologized to Ranmo, saying he'd been foolish and shouldn't have joked around, and that he deserved a beating. He then punched himself twice in the chest.

Ran Mo came to her senses. She believed what Qing Sheng said was true. However, she also strengthened her inner conviction that no matter what, she must maintain her independence and autonomy in this life, and not rely on others, let alone hope to cling to them.

She said to Qingsheng, "This isn't the first time you've joked with me. Just be careful not to overdo it. The sudden sternness in your expression is probably due to the trials and tribulations you've endured on the battlefield."

Upon hearing this, Qingsheng replied, "You make sense. Back in the Northern Territory, I had to maintain a dignified and domineering demeanor from head to toe, inside and out, every day. I guess it became a habit."

But I absolutely cannot show this face to my family and friends. I'm really sorry for offending them just now." He said sincerely.

Ranmo was someone he truly relied on. He would never do anything to make Ranmo feel unhappy or uncomfortable.

Ranmo suddenly asked, "Do you like war?" Qingsheng thought for a moment and shook his head. Ranmo said, "I don't like it either." Qingsheng didn't understand why she asked that. Ranmo didn't explain.