Chapter 215 The Little Goddess’ Gift
Because of the Mediterranean climate, although November in Portugal should be autumn, it actually has summer-like weather - humid, hot, and with long, continuous rains from time to time.

This period of summer return happens to fall around St. Martin's Day, so November in Portugal is also known as St. Martin's Summer.

Because the climate is similar to summer, many flowers that should have withered in autumn are able to regain their vitality during this period. This magical scene is particularly evident in agricultural towns such as Gulegaon, which is far away from modern times.

Walking along the street, you can see colorful flowers everywhere that you can't name. Men and women in ethnic costumes stroll along the street, and horses galloping in the middle of the road, making Lu Mingfei feel like he has returned to Europe hundreds of years ago.

I have to say that although Golegion is not a big place, it has a lot of attractions. From the medieval cathedral to the well-preserved Central European garden, there is everything. In front of the attractions, there are tourists who come from other places, because their fashionable clothes are obviously out of tune with the locals.

Lu Mingfei took a look at his clothes and found that he was actually one of these outsiders. In fact, his clothes were not as down-to-earth as theirs.

He and Su Xiaoqiang are now strolling in the Charles Reilvas Garden. According to the little angel herself, this is the most representative garden in the local area. The sprinkler is spinning in the hands of the old farmer wearing a cowboy hat, and small rainbows are reflected in the garden under the sun.

Although the little angel was shy at first, once she found a suitable topic to start a conversation, communication became less difficult.

Although the little angel looks more like an oriental beauty, she does have some exotic beauty in her Portuguese national costume. The bulging collar of her white long skirt highlights the beautiful figure of the girl. It's a pity that not many people can see the different styles of beauty of the little angel.

Lu Mingfei stood beside the flower bed, holding the bags bought by the little goddess, and watched her helping an elderly Portuguese couple take photos.

"Did they say anything to you just now?"

Lu Mingfei asked as he watched the little goddess wave goodbye to the old couple and then walk towards him.

He saw that when the little angel finished taking the photo and returned the camera to the old couple standing in front of the flower bed, the old couple seemed to say something to the little angel. Then the little angel glanced in his direction and immediately shook her head and waved her hands.

Su Xiaoqiang froze, and said with a guilty conscience: "No, I didn't say anything... You must have seen it wrong."

"Oh..." Seeing that the little goddess was unwilling to say, Lu Mingfei did not ask any more questions.

Su Xiaoqiang recalled how the old couple had mistaken him and Lu Mingfei for a couple, and had even said things like they wished him and the person he loved could live happily together forever. The shameful memories that he had managed to forget came to his mind again.

How do I and this guy look like a couple? Really...!
I've clearly been keeping a distance from him!
Could it be that... we were too close?
As if to divert her inner panic, the little goddess glanced at Lu Mingfei and said, "You have a lot of free time, don't you? If you do, help me carry all the things. I have a lot of things to buy."

Lu Mingfei picked up the bags in his hands and said, "We've already bought so many things, do you have anything else to buy?"

"Of course." Su Xiaoqiang introduced them one by one, "This is a gift for Miaomiao, this is a gift for me... for the old man, this is a gift for Uncle Li, and this is a gift for Chen Wenwen..."

“Even Chen Wenwen’s gift is included?” Lu Mingfei was surprised.

"Didn't we always sit together for dinner before? It doesn't feel good to only give Miaomiao a gift and not her, and it doesn't cost much. And I think she is a pretty person, she is pretty and speaks in a friendly manner. I think we can make friends."

In Lu Mingfei's memory, the little angel seemed to have always been so generous. When she was in high school, she would often treat the whole class to McDonald's, KFC, or Pizza Hut when she was in a good mood, and she had never been stingy with anyone when it came to spending money.

On the contrary, Zhao Menghua, who also came from a wealthy family, was completely different from the little celestial being. Although Zhao Menghua was even better at showing off his wealth than the little celestial being, he seldom spent money on others. Only the small group around him could occasionally receive a lavish banquet from Master Zhao.

However, Lu Mingfei remembered that they were rivals in love in their previous life, and the little goddess never had a good face whenever she saw Chen Wenwen. In this life, they actually became friends, and the little goddess even took the initiative to buy gifts for Chen Wenwen. He suddenly felt that life was really unpredictable.

However, the little angel and Miaomiao had always been at odds in their previous life, but they became best friends in this life. I don’t know if it was the butterfly effect brought about by my rebirth.

No...it seems that Xiao Tiannv and Liu Miaomiao are also rivals in love in this life...

For some reason, Lu Mingfei suddenly had an urge to cover his face.

Lu Mingfei listened to the little goddess counting. However, after she counted everyone, even her dog, Lu Mingfei still didn't hear her own name.

"Wait, that's not right, why is there no gift for me?"

"Do you want another gift?" The little angel glanced at him with her bright eyes. "Didn't you fly to Portugal by yourself?"

“Can a free gift be the same as a gift you buy yourself?”

In fact, what Lu Mingfei originally wanted to say was "How can the gift I bought be the same as the gift you gave me?", but after thinking about it, he immediately changed his words. After all, the sentence just now was too ambiguous, and it was somewhat inappropriate to say it out loud.

Su Xiaoqiang looked Lu Mingfei up and down again, then laughed: "Hey, you are really rude. You have learned to take advantage of me?"

"It would be a waste if you don't fleece the capitalist's daughter!" Lu Mingfei cooperated and spoke nonsense.

Then the two of them looked at each other for a moment, and then they laughed at the same time.

This kind of interaction has indeed been long since we last saw each other. Ever since the two of them realized their feelings for each other, their interactions have become increasingly awkward and unnatural. I don't know when the last time they exchanged insults like this was a long time ago.

However, this kind of mutual insults, which seem to be a matter of life and death and of superiority and inferiority, actually have a kind of inexplicable comfort and harmony. It seems that for them, this way of getting along is normal. It is a serious problem for them to have those euphemistic and unnatural interactions.

It was as if the thin membrane between the two people was completely pierced by something. The little angel put her hands on her hips and waved her hands like a queen: "Okay, okay, since you have helped me carry my bag for so long, I will give you a few gifts. What do you want?"

“Since I’m already giving you a gift, don’t you have to choose it yourself to show my sincerity?” Lu Mingfei pressed on.

Facing Lu Mingfei's excessive demands, Su Xiaoqiang didn't say anything. She looked at Lu Mingfei with her beautiful eyes blinking, and then her lips, which were already rosy without rouge, opened and closed slightly: "I just realized why you came to Portugal wearing such thick clothes? Didn't you make any plans before leaving?"

A guide? How could there be time to make one? After Lu Mingfei hurried to Liu Miaomiao's house to meet his father-in-law and mother-in-law, he immediately had to catch a plane. He was very active all the way and had no time to check the weather forecast in Portugal. Because Portugal and the capital of China are roughly at the same latitude, Lu Mingfei packed a few clothes according to the usual autumn clothes, and then hurried to Portugal with his suitcase. He never thought that there was such a thing as "Saint Martin Summer" in Portugal.

He did bring summer short-sleeved shirts and shorts, but Lu Mingfei only brought one set. After all, he was thinking that even the southern coastal cities where he was from had cooled down. After all, Portugal and the imperial capital were at the same latitude, so even if the autumn heat there was severe, it shouldn't be that hot.

However, it was not until he landed in Portugal that Lu Mingfei finally felt the power of the Mediterranean climate.

Fortunately, the genetic advantages of mixed-race people are reflected in all aspects, and their tolerance to cold and heat is better than that of ordinary people, so even if they are wearing long sleeves and long pants, Lu Mingfei feels that he can still accept it.

However, seeing the little goddess beside him looking at him with a strange look, Lu Mingfei suddenly felt as if he was being despised.

Wait, will the little goddess think that I am weak?

"I didn't expect Portugal to be so hot, so I only brought long-sleeved shirts and long pants!" Lu Mingfei explained immediately.

"I didn't say anything." Although the little angel said this, her face showed a wanton smirk as if she had succeeded in a prank.

She blinked and said, "Since you didn't bring summer clothes, I'll take you to buy some clothes as a gift to you. It will prevent me from looking stingy."

When Lu Mingfei heard the little angel say that she wanted to take him to buy clothes, he initially thought that the little angel was going to take him to a department store or something like that. However, he did not expect that after going around the streets for a while, they arrived at a large open space.

The vacant lot is located in a corner of the city of Golegon. It seems that vehicles are not allowed here. The compacted yellow soil is densely packed with stalls. There are everything from drinks and snacks to some handicrafts that have never been seen before to clothes with a Portuguese style.

Lu Mingfei was stunned for a moment, and suddenly he felt like he had strayed into a market in a small southern town. He had always thought that going to the market was just a Chinese custom, but he didn't expect that in Portugal, a tourist city in the old capitalist empire, there were Louis Vuitton bags for sale for ten euros on the carpet, and there was a sign next to it saying that it was real crocodile leather.

Seeing the familiar craftsmanship of this street stall product, even Lu Mingfei began to doubt the supply channel of this leather bag, whether it came from some Tian or Wu in some distant eastern country.

"What do you think? Have you ever thought that there are markets in Portugal?" Su Xiaoqiang asked.

Lu Mingfei nodded and exclaimed: "I really haven't thought about it."

But Lu Mingfei recalled that the so-called Ullambana Festival fireworks display in Neon always involves street vendors, which is similar to the temple fairs during China’s New Year’s Day or Mid-Autumn Festival.

The only difference is that the stalls in Japan are planned a little more regularly, and the promotion of anime adds a layer of filter to these festivals, so it feels like this kind of festival is quite lively. But in the end, it's just an ordinary stall.

Lu Mingfei suddenly felt that customs all over the world were similar, but they were presented in different ways, which led to individual differences.

"Don't underestimate these street stalls," Su Xiaoqiang said proudly. "Although New York's Fifth Avenue and Paris' Montmartre are known for being places where you can buy clothes from all over the world, only places like these can buy the most authentic Portuguese national costumes. Many old ladies in Gulegane used to be textile workers when they were young. When they get old and have nothing to do, they make some hand-sewn clothes and sell them here. When I was young, my mother would bring me here every time she went back to Portugal. The clothes I'm wearing now were also bought here."

“In fact, there are places like this in China as well.” Lu Mingfei added.

"Is it true?" The little angel turned her head with a suspicious expression.

"Of course it's true." Lu Mingfei estimated that the little girl had probably never been to a rural market. "After returning home, I can take you to see it if I have time."

"After returning home..." Su Xiaoqiang put the words on his lips and pursed them, "We'll talk about it after returning home. Now I'll buy your clothes first."

Lu Mingfei followed the little goddess into the market. To be honest, the density of the crowd in the market was beyond Lu Mingfei's imagination.

Although Golegão is one of the most famous tourist cities in Portugal, with a status similar to Xi'an or Zhangjiajie in China, there was no social media software like Bluebird or INS at that time. This kind of check-in spot hidden in the corner of Golegão can only be spread by word of mouth by tourists.

Su Xiaoqiang looked back at Lu Mingfei, hesitated for a moment, and took the initiative to pull his sleeve. Lu Mingfei was also stunned for a moment, and then the little goddess walked in front of him and led him. As they walked, their fingertips would touch each other from time to time.

Walking a little further inside, Lu Mingfei even saw a booth that offered to shoot balloons with guns, just like in China. After hitting a certain number of balloons, you could get a corresponding prize. I don't know if this can be considered a form of cultural export.

Su Xiaoqiang obviously also noticed this stall whose style was quite different from the market. Lu Mingfei noticed that Su Xiaoqiang's eyes seemed to be attracted by something on the stall. Following Su Xiaoqiang's gaze, Lu Mingfei saw a 101 loyal dog doll among a pile of prizes.

It seems that the little goddess likes this series of dolls very much? Lu Mingfei remembered that when he hid in the little goddess's bedroom last time, he also saw a 101 loyal dog doll on her bed.

As if realizing that he had been looking at it for too long, Su Xiaoqiang quickly retracted his gaze and turned back to glance at Lu Mingfei. Lu Mingfei, on the other hand, silently memorized the location of the stall in his mind.

Going a little deeper, the two finally reached the end of the market. There was an open space at the end, not very big, but it was crowded with people. It seemed that most people knew that local specialty clothing was sold here.

Su Xiaoqiang brought Lu Mingfei to the innermost stall. When the old lady in the stall saw Su Xiaoqiang coming, she immediately greeted her with a smile, and then said a few words in Portuguese, as if the two were old acquaintances.

The old lady glanced at Lu Mingfei, then smiled kindly and said something to Su Xiaoqiang. Lu Mingfei didn't understand what the two people said, but he saw that after the little angel heard those words, her face immediately turned red, and she pursed her lips and waved her hands hurriedly.

"What did this old lady say?" Lu Mingfei asked curiously.

“What is it to you?” The little angel turned her head and glared at Lu Mingfei, her pretty face slightly red, and she gritted her teeth viciously.

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　==I’m catching the train today and feel a little tired from the long journey. I’ll make up for it tomorrow!

　
(End of this chapter)