I was a beauty blogger in ancient times

Zhao Yiqing's sentence is an affirmative sentence, not an interrogative sentence

Mu Di fell silent after listening, and Zhao Yiqing knew that he had admitted it.

"So, in the earliest days, when others said they liked you, you didn't respond, but when I said I liked you, you spoke ill of me. It's all because I look like him, right?"

Mu Di hung his head and couldn't say a word, because what Zhao Yiqing said was the truth.

"So, the first time I asked you out for a drink, you would go with me not because of some bullshit reason that you like to see beauties, but because I look like him, right?"

Mu Di still didn't say a word, but lowered his head even lower.

"So..." Zhao Yiqing was a little choked up, "You told me not to regret liking you because you regarded me...as him, right?"

Mu Di turned pale, raised his head suddenly, and said, "No!"

He spoke eagerly, choked on himself, and coughed.

"You go." Zhao Yiqing said.

Mu Di stopped coughing and looked at Zhao Yiqing and wanted to say something, but Zhao Yiqing had already turned his head in a gesture of refusal, so he could only walk out in a daze.

After Mu Di left, Zhao Yiqing lay back on the bed. He remembered that Mu Di disliked the ugly rabbits he made, so he re-weaved grass rabbits with dog tails and grasshoppers made of grass in Liu Baiqing's yard to coax him. The sweetness all turned into bitterness and rushed into his heart, making him feel a little nauseous.

I don't know if it's because there are too many things to think about, Zhao Yiqing's head is dizzy, and he suddenly wants to eat fried cakes on the street.

He remembered that not long ago he and Mu Di went shopping with Mu Di, and they passed by North Street for some reason. Apart from gambling shops, North Street was full of all kinds of snacks. The fried cake tasted so delicious that all his gluttons came up.

But he couldn't eat it because of his health.

Zhao Yiqing has never been self-willed since he went out to work, and he will never do what he can't do. For example, he can only eat Lao Tie Tang, and he will always eat Lao Tie Tang, and will not touch anything else.

But now he wants to be self-willed, the fried cake that should have been mediocre has somehow become an obsession, and he can't get rid of it.

So Zhao Yiqing went out, Zhaocaijinbao wanted to follow, Zhao Yiqing waved his hand, and went out alone.

It will be New Year's Eve soon, the streets are very lively, and you can see bright red everywhere, which reminds Zhao Yiqing of the time when he and Mu Di got married.

Suddenly he felt cold all over, not because he was wearing less clothes, but a kind of cold called loneliness.

Zhao Yiqing suddenly realized that he would be alone in this life, because he did not belong to Daxuan, he was an outsider.

Even though he has never sent anyone around, even though he has brothers who can drink, even if he has friends who work together, but there is no one around him who can share secrets, and he can't even tell others about himself and Mu Di.

He walked unsteadily on the street by himself, and the faces of the people around him were full of smiles because of the joy of the festival, and Zhao Yiqing also smiled.

A young man's smile is always beautiful, even if there are still tears in his eyes.

Zhao Yiqing didn't take a carriage, but just walked, like this from afternoon to evening before reaching North Street.

In the evening, North Street is more lively than in the daytime, filled with the smell of various snacks, there is a shop selling fried cakes at the street corner, the aroma is overflowing, and the boss is also enthusiastic.

"Boss, I want a fried cake."

"okay!"

Fried cakes are not expensive, only three renminbi a piece, and the boss puts them on the grate to control the oil after frying, so when Zhao Yiqing got the fried cakes, they were not hot, and they were just right for your mouth.

He took a bite, and the fried cake was crispy and slag off, and the filling inside was filled with sugar, which was sweet and had a rustling texture, it was delicious.

The fried cake was not big, and Zhao Yiqing finished it in two or three bites, followed by the creamy taste of oil and the sticky texture of sugar, Zhao Yiqing's stomach suddenly rolled, and his throat seemed to be picked with fingers , he couldn't help but ran to the side of the channel and vomited.

The second food stall on North Street was set up by an old woman

The shed is selling wontons, the wontons are round, it looks like they are filled with fillings, and the jade white wontons are flying up and down in the boiling soup, which makes people appetite greatly.

Zhao Yiqing tidied himself up, adjusted his expression, walked up to the old woman and said, "Mother, have a bowl of wonton."

The old lady's hands and feet were nimble, and she quickly brought the wonton to Zhao Yiqing.

After all, the old lady has experienced a little more than others, and seeing Zhao Yiqing's appearance, she said: "Young man, there is nothing hard to overcome in life. I feel that I can't overcome it. After eating this bowl of wontons from the aunt, my heart will warm up. I don't think so. Difficult."

Zhao Yiqing raised his eyes and smiled, "Thank you, ma'am."

After he finished speaking, he ate a wonton under the expectant eyes of the old woman. The wonton skin was thin and the filling was big, and it was full of meaty flavor, but Zhao Yiqing hated meat the most when he was outside.

The wontons were made with pork filling, and the soft and smooth taste turned into a fishy taste in Zhao Yiqing's mouth, and he couldn't help spitting it out after he took the first bite.

He vomited uncomfortably, but there was nothing in his stomach after he vomited just now, and what he vomited out in the end was a pool of yellow water, exuding an unpleasant smell.

The old woman hurriedly patted Zhao Yiqing on the back and said, "Young man, is there anything wrong? Do you want to go to the medical center? Madam will find someone to take you there!"

Zhao Yiqing waved his hand, a little guilty, said sorry to the old woman, helped her pack up the things together before leaving, and went to the next booth under the old woman's worried eyes.

He ran to the side to vomit while eating like this, and didn't stop until he vomited before finishing eating.

At this time, Zhao Yiqing had reached the depths of North Street.

The deep North Street is completely dominated by gambling houses. There are not many people and it is not noisy. There are many deep alleys. Zhao Yiqing got lost in it without knowing it.

Suddenly, Zhao Yiqing heard his name.

"How about the one named Zhao Yiqing? Can it be used?"

The speaker was not far from Zhao Yiqing, Zhao Yiqing turned a corner and saw them, and they also saw Zhao Yiqing.

There were not many people, only three, two of whom Zhao Yiqing did not know, and one was Jiang Huai.

As soon as Zhao Yiqing passed by, Jiang Huai saw Zhao Yiqing, and he looked at Zhao Yiqing with a subtle expression every time.

"You really are a bad boy who likes to eavesdrop."

Zhao Yiqing wanted to say that he was passing by, but Jiang Huai wouldn't believe it, so he said, "Master, I got the map of the harem."

Jiang Huai's expression became more subtle, looking at Zhao Yiqing without speaking.

"Is he Zhao Yiqing?" A tall man beside Jiang Huai asked.

Jiang Huai nodded.

The tall man stepped forward and looked Zhao Yiqing up and down, and suddenly said, "I want you to do me a favor."