Crying While Filling the Pit I Dug - Chapter 70

“Brother, sister-in-law,” Song Miaomiao and Yi Qing said in unison.

Xiao Chengqi waved his folding fan. “Gu Jiaren, would you like to draw one?”

Gu Jiaren greeted Song Miaomiao and Yi Qing with a slight smile.

Observing the situation, the boss brought another plain umbrella.

Gu Jiaren skillfully painted red plums flowing like water with a brush, while Xiao Chengqi composed a short poem for her.

Plum, orchid, bamboo, and chrysanthemum. Song Miaomiao examined the umbrella surface in her hand. The paintings were all excellent, and the styles were very similar. It could almost be considered a series with Gu Jiaren’s painting. Song Miaomiao inexplicably felt a little uncomfortable.

Not wanting Yi Qing to see her expression, she covered her face with the mask.

Xiao Chengqi hadn’t planned for a double date with Song Miaomiao and the others, so after painting the umbrella, he happily departed with Gu Jiaren.

The two continued to wander around. Song Miaomiao heard someone selling Tofu Nao on the street. She had almost forgotten her favorite snack from her previous life after many years. Song Miaomiao’s mouth watered.

Song Miaomiao said helplessly, “Yi Qing, I want to eat Tofu Nao.”

“Come on, wife,” Yi Qing said.

The two walked in the direction of the tofu vendor, but there was no sign of the tofu vendor.

“Strange, where did he go?” Song Miaomiao wondered.

Yi Qing suggested, “Maybe it was a peddler carrying it to sell it, and has walked forward. Let’s keep walking.”

Song Miaomiao looked around with her head up and inadvertently stepped on a small puddle. “Yeah,” she replied, twisting up the corner of her skirt. The muddy water in the puddle splashed up and stained her embroidered shoes.

“Wife,” Yi Qing knelt down and attempted to wipe her embroidered shoes with her handkerchief, but the mud marks couldn’t be removed. It was cloth shoes, and Song Miaomiao could feel the wetness from her toes.

“What should I do?” Song Miaomiao asked.

Yi Qing replied, “Wife, wait here for a while. I’ll go and buy Tofu Nao for you.”

“Okay, I want it salty, with some chili and vinegar,” Song Miaomiao said, her mouth watering at the thought of tofu.

Yi Qing reminded her once again, “Wife, wait here and don’t wander around, understand?”

Song Miaomiao nodded. “I know.”

Yi Qing walked in the direction of the original cries, looking back at Song Miaomiao twice until he was lost in the crowd.

Song Miaomiao stood in the middle of the road for a while, feeling uncomfortable with her wet toes. As she looked around at the pedestrians bustling about to see the lanterns, she noticed a two-story building about ten steps away from her position. There was no one under the gable of the small building. Seeing that Yi Qing hadn’t returned yet, Song Miaomiao hesitated and walked over there. It was very close, and she wouldn’t lose sight of Yi Qing when he came back.

Walking against the crowd, Song Miaomiao suddenly felt her elbow hurt as she bumped into a purple-robed scholar.

The scholar bent down and saluted. “Miss, I’m sorry.”

Song Miaomiao replied, “It’s okay, I ran into the young master.”

The scholar raised his head, revealing a square youthful face.

Huh?! He was an old acquaintance!

The person looked exactly like the waiter brother who worked with Song Miaomiao in Tianci Restaurant when she was mute in the last world.

It was strange. Song Miaomiao was sure that she had never seen the person in the real world, and Yi Qing had the shadow of her crush. So it was not surprising that she brought him into her writing. She lacked the love and care of her family, so it was not surprising that she wrote about other people having older brothers and they had the same image. But Song Miaomiao was sure that she had never seen this boy before! It was impossible to have a prototype!

“Miss,” the scholar said again, with a look of hesitation on his face.

Song Miaomiao asked, “My lord, what’s the matter?”

In the last world, the brother had helped her a lot, even quietly bringing her food. Song Miaomiao was very grateful and always treated him kindly. He appeared relatively fair, full of energy, and seemed pampered, someone who hadn’t been exposed to the harsh elements. It seemed that in his world, he lived in much better material conditions than in the previous world. But even though they looked the same and had different life backgrounds, they were not the same person.

The scholar paused, then spoke with difficulty, “Wan Sheng would like to ask Miss to move her feet.”

“Ah?” Song Miaomiao looked down and saw that she was stepping on a fan with her dirty shoe. It was too embarrassing. She quickly moved her foot away.

“Sorry!” She exclaimed.

Both the scholar and Song Miaomiao squatted down to pick up the fan at the same time. As Song Miaomiao lowered her head, the mask wasn’t fastened tightly and fell off.

Seeing this, the scholar quickly picked up the mask and handed it to Song Miaomiao. “Miss, your mask.”

When he raised his head and saw Song Miaomiao’s face, he was startled.

Song Miaomiao picked up his folding fan and wiped it with her own handkerchief. Fortunately, she was wearing Yan Yu’s clothes.

“Thank you,” she said, handing the fan back to the scholar with one hand, while reaching for the mask with the other. But he held it tightly.

“Young Master?” Song Miaomiao said.

Only then did the scholar come to his senses, letting go of the mask and taking the fan with the other hand. “Miss, have we met somewhere?”

Uh… Was there such a way to strike up a conversation in ancient times?

The scholar hurriedly continued, “Miss, please don’t misunderstand me. I’m not a prodigal son, but I feel like I know you from somewhere.”

“Oh.” In the previous world, Song Miaomiao was helped by the waiter brother after all, and even the steamed buns she stole from the kitchen when she first met Ling Qianyi were all thanks to him. So she also had a good impression of this scholar. “My lord, what’s your name?”

The scholar said, “My surname is Ling, and my first name is…”

“Wife!” Yi Qing appeared out of nowhere and shouted, “Wife!”

Song Miaomiao was almost startled by him.

Yi Qing held an umbrella in one hand and a small food box in the other, his expression cold and somewhat displeased. If he had had empty hands, Song Miaomiao had a premonition that he would have grabbed hers.

Scholar Ling was also taken aback, “Master Yi… Master Yi.”

Yi Qing nodded politely, “Lord Ling.”

Ling Shusheng looked at Yi Qing, then at Song Miaomiao, who was dressed as a servant girl. He was confused at first, but then suddenly realized the situation and was about to kneel on the spot. “This subject…”

“Stop, stop!” Song Miaomiao intervened, “Master Ling, there’s no need to be too formal. I just came out for a private outing, so let’s not disturb others.”

Master Ling nodded in understanding but remained unsure about how to address Song Miaomiao.