My Taoist nun girlfriend is from the Republic of China era, 1942.

Chapter 56 Autumn Clothes (Please continue reading)

The hustle and bustle of the National Day holiday seems like it was just yesterday, and in the blink of an eye, the calendar has already turned to the latter half of October.

Autumn in the south is humid, unlike the dry and crisp air of the north.

The wind carried the faint fragrance of osmanthus and a cool mist, which blew on people, and the coolness seeped into their collars and sleeves.

Chen Xiaomiao couldn't bear it any longer, so she took a piece of clothing from Lu Yuan's wardrobe and put it on.

When Lu Yuan got home and opened the door, he saw a dark gray unidentified object curled up on the sofa, intently watching an anti-Japanese war film playing on TV.

The "unidentified object" moved when it heard the door open.

A small head peeked out from the wide collar, giving him a smile.

"You're back?"

Lu Yuan put his schoolbag on the entryway cabinet and walked over with a smile.

Chen Xiaomiao was wearing a men's windbreaker, which looked particularly comical on Chen Xiaomiao because Lu Yuan was 1.85 meters tall.

Her broad shoulders drooped down to Chen Xiaomiao's elbows, and she had to roll up her long sleeves several times to barely reveal her two slender white wrists.

The hem of the dress almost reached behind her knees, making her look like a child who had stolen an adult's clothes, or like she had wrapped herself in a moving cloth bag.

"You... found this in my closet?" Lu Yuan asked, suppressing a laugh.

"Ah."

Chen Xiaomiao nodded, and patted her clothes as if showing off a treasure: "These clothes are really great! Not only do they block the wind, but they also have a layer of fleece inside, so they're warm!"

"I'll just wear it for a bit, it won't bother me, will it?"

"It's alright, it's alright..."

Lu Yuan went around to the back of the sofa, reached out and pinched her rolled-up sleeves, which were almost as thick as a Xinhua Dictionary.

"But dressed like that, can you even move your hands?"

"It can move!"

Chen Xiaomiao raised her hand and shook her arm, but the rolled-up sleeve slid down with a "whoosh" and covered her hand.

She cried out "Oh dear!" and quickly tried to reach out with her other hand, only to find both hands tightly trapped in her sleeves, like two fledglings flapping their wings but unable to fly.

Lu Yuan finally couldn't help but laugh out loud.

Chen Xiaomiao was a little embarrassed and annoyed, so she simply shrank her head back into the wide collar and mumbled in a muffled voice.

"What are you laughing at? What's so funny..."

"I wasn't laughing at you, I wasn't laughing at you."

Lu Yuan forced down his smile, reached out to help her roll up her slipped sleeve, and his fingertips inadvertently touched her slightly cool skin.

He then casually changed the subject: "What are you looking at so intently?"

"Watch them fight the Japanese devils!"

Chen Xiaomiao poked her head out from under her collar and pointed at the TV screen: "Look at these damned bastards..."

Lu Yuan glanced at the TV, at a poorly made anti-Japanese war drama. The "Japanese soldiers" in it were all as stupid as pigs, and were completely fooled by the protagonist.

As someone who has personally experienced it, Chen Xiaomiao certainly knows how exaggerated and outrageous anti-Japanese war dramas are, but she just can't help but love watching them...

Lu Yuan didn't disturb her any further and turned to go into the kitchen.

In the kitchen, a clay pot was bubbling away, steaming hot. It was radish and pork rib soup stewed by Chen Xiaomiao. The rich aroma of meat mixed with the sweetness of white radish instantly whetted Lu Yuan's appetite.

"What are we having for dinner?" Lu Yuan lifted the pot lid, and a fragrant aroma wafted out.

"Just have some soup and stir-fried vegetables."

Chen Xiaomiao's voice came from the living room: "There's still some meat left in the refrigerator. If you want to eat it, I'll stir-fry some chili and pork for you."

"Row."

The food was served quickly.

The two sat facing each other. Chen Xiaomiao ate as usual, taking small bites and chewing slowly, afraid of wasting a single grain of food.

Today, her oversized windbreaker made her movements clumsy, and when she tried to pick up food, her sleeves kept getting splattered with soup.

Lu Yuan served her a bowl of soup and casually said, "You can't wear those short-sleeved shirts anymore because it's cold. Since you're free tonight, I'll go with you to buy some autumn clothes."

Chen Xiaomiao stopped eating and looked up.

"middle!"

She didn't refuse, knowing she needed to buy some new clothes; she couldn't keep relying on Lu Yuan's clothes forever, as men's clothes were too big and inconvenient for work. Lu Yuan, on the other hand, was somewhat surprised. He had prepared an excuse, expecting Chen Xiaomiao to be stingy, but he didn't expect her to agree so readily this time.

After the meal, Lu Yuan rode his electric scooter with Chen Xiaomiao to the nearby bustling pedestrian street.

This area isn't as upscale as a shopping mall, but it has the advantage of having more shops, a wider variety of goods, and more affordable prices.

"Let's go and have a look."

Lu Yuan parked the car and walked into a simply decorated clothing store with Chen Xiaomiao.

The store mainly features a casual sportswear style that young people like, with hoodies, sweatshirts, and sweatpants hanging all over the wall.

When Chen Xiaomiao entered, she didn't go straight for the fancy styles like the other girls. Instead, she quietly walked to the clothes rack and flipped open the tag on a sweatshirt.

When she saw the price tag, her pupils contracted slightly, and she calmly shoved the tag back in.

"So? Anything you like?" Lu Yuan asked as he walked over.

"This...this material doesn't look very good." Chen Xiaomiao shook her head and commented seriously, "It's so thin, it doesn't block the wind, it's not worth it."

Lu Yuan knew exactly what she was thinking, but he didn't point it out: "Then let's go to another place."

After visiting three or four stores in a row, Chen Xiaomiao always managed to find a reason to refuse.

They complain that the material is bad, the color is too bright, or that the stitching is too sparse and not sturdy enough.

Lu Yuan didn't rush her, but patiently accompanied her to visit each store.

Finally, the two entered a discount store with a banner that read "Clearance Sale, Everything Left Over".

The store was packed with people, and clothes were piled up in several large carts, like discounted vegetables being sold at a market.

Chen Xiaomiao's eyes lit up, and she plunged in, starting to diligently "treasure hunt" among the pile of clothes.

A moment later, she pulled a light gray hooded sweatshirt out from under a pile of clothes.

She first carefully checked for any snags or stains, then looked at the price tag, and finally a satisfied smile appeared on her face.

"Lu Yuan, what do you think of this outfit?"

She held up the hoodie in her hand and waved it at Lu Yuan.

Lu Yuan walked over and took it. The style of the clothes was very simple, just a basic solid-color sweatshirt. It felt okay to the touch, and the price was indeed cheap.

"It's alright, why don't you give it a try?"

"No need to try, I'll just demonstrate and it'll be fine."

Chen Xiaomiao held the clothes up to herself and nodded: "The size is about right."

Then she pulled out two pairs of trousers and a sweatshirt, making a total of two outfits.

Lu Yuan took the clothes from her hands: "Just these few pieces?"

"Enough to wear!"

Chen Xiaomiao said with great satisfaction, "It's fine to change clothes. Why buy so many? You'll have to come and buy me cotton clothes again in December."

Lu Yuan couldn't refuse her, so he had no choice but to accompany her to pay the bill.

The four pieces of clothing cost less than 200 yuan in total, and Chen Xiaomiao decisively paid for them herself.

After leaving the discount store, the two continued walking along the pedestrian street.

As Chen Xiaomiao passed a women's clothing store, she unconsciously slowed down.

She stopped in front of the shop window, her gaze drawn to a dress on a mannequin.

It was a ginger-yellow dress, made of cotton and linen, with a simple and elegant design. It had long sleeves, a fitted waist, and the hem reached down to the calves, exuding a touch of artistic and gentle charm.

It stood out as exceptionally clean and pretty amidst a sea of ​​flashy clothes around it.

The warm yellow light of autumn shines through the store, illuminating the dress and giving it a gentle warmth.

Lu Yuan followed Chen Xiaomiao's gaze and asked softly, "Do you like it?"

Chen Xiaomiao suddenly came to her senses and waved her hands repeatedly.

"No, I was just taking a look..."

And it was emphasized again.

"I was just browsing!"

(End of this chapter)