Chapter 224 Joint Painting
"Qiangqiang called me this afternoon..."

In the microphone, Liu Miaomiao spoke to Lu Mingfei in a natural tone.

Lu Mingfei listened to Liu Miaomiao's story on the phone. It seemed that in Su Xiaoqiang's words, Lu Mingfei went out with her only because of her uncle's request, and it was not his subjective will.

After calculating the time, he found that the little goddess called Liu Miaomiao just when they had just walked out of the manor, but he didn't notice it at all.

"Didn't Qiangqiang tell you?" Liu Miaomiao asked.

"No." Lu Mingfei said truthfully.

"Is that so?" Liu Miaomiao hummed softly on the other end of the phone, "If that's the case, then you're pretty self-aware enough to take the initiative to tell me about this..."

"Don't you have any trust in your boyfriend? I'm hurt, I'm hurt." Lu Mingfei complained in an exaggerated manner.

"Tsk, we have trust, otherwise how can we let you go to Portugal with peace of mind?"

Liu Miaomiao's tone sounded willful and aggrieved, and Lu Mingfei could almost imagine Liu Miaomiao pouting on the other end of the phone.

"It's just..." Liu Miaomiao said, and paused.

"only?"

Just as Lu Mingfei asked this question, a dull "dong dong dong" sound came from the other end of the phone, and then Liu Miaomiao said anxiously: "Oh, nothing, I won't chat with you anymore... My mother is knocking on my door again, and she's really going to hang up this time!"

Lu Mingfei was stunned for a moment after being interrupted so abruptly. He thought that he didn't even know what Liu Miaomiao wanted to say "just". But since his mother-in-law was coming to check on him, he could only change the subject and said, "Well, good night?"

"Okok good night."

A soft "mua" sound came from the microphone without warning. Lu Mingfei was stunned for a moment. Then there was a beeping sound and the phone was hung up.

Liu Miaomiao silently watched the screen of her mobile phone being pressed down, and then she pressed the Nokia N73, which was the same model as Lu Mingfei's but with a slightly different color, against her chest, near her left atrium.

fool.

Liu Miaomiao thought about the boy she missed day and night and cursed him quietly in her heart.

No one knocked on the door. She just knocked on the bedside table with her fingers, pretending that someone was knocking on the door because she didn't want to continue the previous topic.

Liu Miaomiao bit her lip, fell on the bed in her pajamas, letting her long black hair fall messily on the sheets, and stared at the empty, monotonous and dark ceiling with her watery eyes.

only……

Being with a girl as beautiful and nice as Qiangqiang, even if I trust you, I will still worry...

If I were a boy, I would definitely...

Liu Miaomiao suddenly interrupted her thoughts in her heart. For some reason, she didn't want to think about it anymore.

She suddenly rolled over on the bed, picked up the pillow beside the bed and punched it, getting angry for no reason.

bad guy!
Bad guy, bad guy, bad guy...!
She pounded her little fists on the pillow, but even though she was hitting the pillow, her fists were soft and she was reluctant to use force. She kept hitting it for a long time, until she was a little out of breath, and then she finally hugged the pillow again, clamped it between her legs, rolled on the bed, and lay face down on the bed.

She blinked her eyes, feeling sour in her heart, but also filled with all kinds of anger.

She was angry at herself for not being able to be angry with Lu Mingfei, angry at herself for being so generous in letting Lu Mingfei go to Portugal, and angry at herself for not having the courage to ask her parents to let her go with Lu Mingfei.

What made her even more angry was how Lu Mingfei was so lucky in love that both she and her best friend fell in love with him.

After calming down, other thoughts came to her mind.

But, if Ming Fei really...

What should I do then...

……

Of course, Lu Mingfei had no idea what Liu Miaomiao, who was on the other side of the ocean, was thinking at the moment.

He stared at the gradually darkening screen of his phone without saying a word.

Lu Mingfei must have been surprised to learn that the little goddess had taken the initiative to tell Miaomiao about this matter. Of course, he would not say that he was lucky that he had told Liu Miaomiao about this matter. It was his duty to take the initiative to report the work situation to the little leader Liu Miaomiao.

But he really didn't expect that the little angel would be so kind as to sniff the rose with a tiger's heart, and told Liu Miaomiao the whole story before he did.

Perhaps because of the little goddess's frankness, Liu Miaomiao actually accepted it with pleasure.

This development is just like the scene of mutual respect and equal treatment that can only be seen in Japanese harem anime. If he were the old him, he might even say some inexplicable nonsense in his heart, such as "My wife Miaomiao has the appearance of a first wife" or something like that.

"..."

He didn't know why, but every time this kind of problem came up, he couldn't help but think of Lu Mingze's arrogant face and the smug and jubilant expression on his face, and then he would think of Lu Mingze's harem twisted logic.

Then you will feel like you are being led by the nose by that guy.

Oh shit!

Lu Mingfei cursed Lu Mingze in his heart.

Even if I, Lu Mingfei, am single, have been solo all my life, and end up dying alone, I will not fall for your twisted logic!
Lu Mingfei thought angrily.

He didn't know what medicine the little devil had taken wrong in this life or what, and he no longer followed him around as the god of death, but instead acted as a matchmaker, the kind of matchmaker who liked to match people up with other people.

Obviously, he used to interrupt my confession without any distinction between spring and autumn, at various times.

Don’t think about it! You are going to be possessed! Lu Mingfei!

I shook the little devil's face off from my mind, put away my phone, looked up, and saw the little angel walking towards me with her hands behind her back.

Before Lu Mingfei could speak, the little goddess said jokingly: "I miss you, of course I miss you."

These were the love words he had just said to Liu Miaomiao. Just as he thought, the little angel was teasing him with the love words he had said to Miaomiao.

This kind of thing is very common among boys. When he was in high school, there was a boy in his class who was in love with a girl from another school. They would text each other during class and call each other after class every day. After the calls, his friends would repeat the boy's cheesy love words to tease him.

This behavior is not malicious in nature, it is essentially sharing and passing on the joy of brothers, but for the parties involved, this behavior is embarrassing. In some ways, the little goddess was indeed a good brother to Lu Mingfei. However, the teasing words of the little goddess sounded a little stiff when they fell into Lu Mingfei's ears.

It seems more like they do this to prove that they are brothers.

However, Lu Mingfei also cooperated by curling his lips.

"Where are we going next?" he asked Su Xiaoqiang, deciding not to think about anything related to Lu Mingze.

"Are you sure you still want to accompany me?" The little goddess had a teasing smile on her lips, but her eyes were timid. "Didn't Miaomiao come to inquire about your work situation? Do you still dare to follow a beautiful woman like me around?"

Although he wanted to suppress the arrogance of the little goddess with the word "great beauty", Lu Mingfei could not deny the beauty of the little goddess. After all, in terms of appearance, the little goddess was definitely in the first echelon among the many girls Lu Mingfei knew, and was almost on par with Nuonuo.

"This was agreed to by Miaomiao." Lu Mingfei said confidently, "I have a clear conscience."

What Lu Mingfei said was very righteous, but when he said the words "clear conscience", a very strange feeling suddenly jumped out of his heart.

I always feel that the words "clear conscience" are weird, as if they are some kind of flag...if you say them, you will definitely have a bad life...

But before he could think about it, the little goddess opposite him immediately said:

"I, I have a clear conscience!"

Su Xiaoqiang put his hands on his hips and said, but his eyes immediately avoided it. His beautiful eyes under his bangs tilted to the side, and he lowered his voice a little and said, "But it doesn't seem good for us to play outside for too long... I have another place I want to go. After that place, let's go back?"

Although Lu Mingfei felt that the little goddess might not only want to go to one place, but since the little goddess herself asked for it, Lu Mingfei could only nod and agree.

"Where do you want to go, little angel?" Lu Mingfei asked.

Su Xiaoqiang pondered for a while, then suddenly raised his head and looked across the river. The other side of the river was Tagus Street, where they had come to eat after walking a long way and crossing a stone arch bridge.

Su Xiaoqiang pointed to a place on the street and said, "I want to go there and paint a picture."

The direction she pointed was exactly where the street artist who pretended to be Jesus and was beaten for taking photos with people had occupied. After "Jesus" left, a street painter took that position. When they came, Lu Mingfei saw that the street painter seemed to be taking a photo of a couple.

She turned her head and looked at a certain part of Lu Mingfei's face with sparkling eyes that she dared not look directly at, and asked, "Is it okay?"

Of course there is nothing wrong with that. Lu Mingfei nodded. The two of them went against the flow of people and returned the way they came. They made a big detour and passed the stone arch bridge, and finally reached the Tagus Street on the other side of the river. There was no one at the street painter's stall at this time, only paintings were placed next to him.

This street artist is wearing a big hat, a pair of black-framed glasses, and has messy hair and beard, but he is still recognizable as a man. His hands holding the paintbrush are covered with calluses, and it is unknown how many years he has been painting on the streets.

Lu Mingfei took a look at the stalls, where paintings of various styles were stacked in various poses. Impressionism, modernism, expressionism, he even saw a Monet-like "Water Lilies" and a Van Gogh-like "Starry Night" on the stalls. Of course, the most common styles were between cartoons and realism, such as very kawaii oil paintings.

Presumably, most tourists do not have a very avant-garde appreciation, and this kind of cute and realistic portrait can attract more tourists to visit.

Lu Mingfei watched the little girl pull the hem of her skirt down to her knees, squat in front of the stall, and say a few words to the street painter in Portuguese. Lu Mingfei didn't understand, so he could only stand by silently.

After Su Xiaoqiang and the painter Doghead finished, they stood up with a smile, smoothed the wrinkles on their clothes, turned around and said to Lu Mingfei beside him: "I have already communicated with him, shall we sit down a little further up?"

"Sit down?" Lu Mingfei stared at the little angel.

"Yes." Su Xiaoqiang nodded, "Of course you have to sit still when you are a painting model, and you can't move around."

"Be a painting model? Me?"

"No, we're together. I've already asked the stall owner to take a photo of the two of us, the kind of photo that we take as friends."

Lu Mingfei was stunned for a moment, and only then did he understand the situation. It turned out that the little goddess wanted to draw a portrait with him.

"Why haven't I heard of this?" Lu Mingfei said.

The little angel blinked her beautiful eyes, and suddenly came to her senses and said innocently: "Didn't you say you would accompany me? I thought you had agreed..."

"..."

"Don't worry." The little angel showed a flamboyant smile on her face. "It's a rare opportunity to come to Portugal, so I have to leave something as a souvenir, right?"

Lu Mingfei curled his lips and followed the little goddess to sit on a bench nearby. The background not far away was the Church of Santa Maria de Mavila. Although Lu Mingfei complained, he didn't mind painting a portrait with the little goddess. After all, the little goddess said it was a portrait of a friend.

Lu Mingfei sat down on the bench, seeing that there was still a gap between the two of them, and thought about sitting closer, but the little goddess turned around and stopped him.

"Why are you sitting so close to me?" Su Xiaoqiang frowned and asked, "Isn't it hot to be so close together?"

Lu Mingfei looked at the little angel's face and suddenly felt like a piece of blank paper.

Even though I've been training in the Japanese light novel world for three years and learned countless tricks, sometimes I still can't quite figure out what girls are thinking.

Sometimes far, sometimes near, sometimes close.

At this time, the painter in front of them suddenly spoke and said something to Su Xiaoqiang. Su Xiaoqiang quickly waved his hand with a smile. After some communication, the painter also nodded.

Su Xiaoqiang tidied her hair and smoothed the wrinkles on her clothes, then placed her hands lightly on her slender and soft thighs and sat down next to Lu Mingfei again.

The artist, hiding behind the drawing board with half of his face exposed, narrowed his eyes and his pencil made rustling sounds on the drawing paper.

In the summer of St. Martin, on a hot afternoon, the majestic church. On the old long street with a European medieval style, the autumn breeze from the Mediterranean gently caressed the river. The fisherman's hook swung in the river, as if a fish had bitten the hook, and ripples appeared on the water surface.

The wind passed over the river, but did not stop, but passed by quickly and lightly. Perhaps it was a coincidence that the direction of the autumn wind was blowing from Su Xiaoqiang's side, blowing a few strands of her well-maintained and smooth hair, and blowing the faint fragrance from her body. From time to time, the hair would stir the side of Lu Mingfei's neck, and the fragrance would continue to penetrate his nose.

Lu Mingfei's heart was beating gently.

Pedestrians came and went, some just passed by in a hurry, while others would turn around and look curiously. They seemed to be attracted by the painter's painting skills, or they might have stopped to look at these outstanding Chinese men and women. However, everyone did not stand behind the two people, revealing the church in the background.

Time seems to flow very slowly, yet also very quickly.

The painter picked up the painting tray.

The pen is raised.

The pen falls.

……

(End of this chapter)