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Meng Chi was puzzled by this absurd dream.

He felt that what he was controlling with his hands should be holding the tureen. His hands are full of artistry. How could it be like this?

But after thinking about it carefully, he felt that when Yu Tingzhi's hands painted on him, it was indeed full of artistry.

Meng Chi took a light breath, thinking about it, he could only attribute this unexpected dream to himself for too long.The desire that has been accumulated for a long time and the excitement of shooting make it hard not to think of something charming.

Thinking of this, Meng Chi began to be self-sufficient.After entering the sage's time, everything returned to calm, as if he hadn't left the slightest trace in his heart.

After Meng Chi rejected Yu Tingzhi's request to draw pictures, the two did not contact each other again, and the chat records stayed at the last minute or so of the video call. It updated a news.

It was a photo of his own hand.The hand with well-defined knuckles and stained with paint was hanging on the sofa covered with white cloth that Meng Chi had been lying on.Apart from those emerald greens and whites, his fingertips also had a lot of pink and red.

Meng Chi unconsciously clicked on it and looked at it for two more seconds, then thought of what he was dreaming about, and quickly quit, but he still noticed a pink camellia flower on the white cloth in the background.

The painting is still very good, and the charm of the flower bone is outlined with a few strokes.

But why paint on canvas?

Does Yu Tingzhi have any strange hobby?Drawing is not on paper, always thinking about strange directions.

Realizing that he paid too much attention to Yu Tingzhi, Meng Chi withdrew his thoughts after thinking for a while, stopped his thoughts of saving photos, quit Moments, and turned off his phone.

There is an aesthetic symposium at the Convention and Exhibition Center this weekend, and Youran Tea House, as one of the representatives of tea art culture, was invited to participate.

Du Feng will go to the countryside to collect tea in a few days, and he has no chance to participate in various activities in April, just in time for this time, Yang Zhengfeng brought him along.

In addition to tea art, this symposium will also be attended by experts in wood art, calligraphy, traditional Chinese painting and other industries. After the end, there will be a small reception.It was the first time for Du Feng to participate in this kind of event as a guest. Although Yang Zhengfeng told him to relax, be casual and wear whatever he usually wears, he still treated it seriously and asked Meng Chi to accompany him to buy a formal suit for the reception.

Meng Chi had participated in many events, and he also had formal clothes, but he still couldn't resist the temptation of the shopping guide and bought another set.

When Yang Zile came back, he saw the black suit, and when he learned that Yang Zhengfeng would not take him to the weekend event, he threw the clothes he had just brought back from the dry cleaner on the sofa in a fit of anger.

"Do you think I was born by Old Yangtou?" Yang Zile slumped on the sofa and complained, "It's fine if I'm not allowed to take the tea art teacher qualification certificate, and I'm not taken to participate in activities."

Meng Chi smiled, walked over, picked up the plastic-packed clothes for inspection, and teased him like what Yang Zile said back then: "I don't know who said, 'What's the point of this kind of activity? It's not about watching Those old artists pretend to be cool, just listen to them bragging'."

"Isn't that what I said out of anger? Although those old artists have eyes on the top of their heads, they still have something in their stomachs." Yang Zile whispered, "Besides, won't there be a reception this time?"

Meng Chi glanced at him and snorted, "You just want to drink, don't you?"

Although Yang Zile is young, he is a high school student who loves to drink.But usually Yang Zhengfeng is strict, he can only drink a little quietly and secretly, even at the risk of being scolded.How could he not be tempted by an occasion like a reception where he could drink all kinds of wine openly?

"No." Yang Zile got up from the sofa, moved to Meng Chi's side and brought his down jacket to tidy up by himself, "I'm not doing this for you!"

"Oh?" Meng Chi looked at him amusedly.

Yang Zile: "With your drinking capacity, you don't need a drinker on this occasion?"

Meng Chi smiled and patted him on the head with a hanger: "No matter how bad I am at drinking, I still haven't reached the point where I need a high school student to hold me back, besides, who am I, who would drink me? "

Yang Zile rolled his eyes in disdain: "That's not necessarily true."

Meng Chi didn't comment, looking at the handkerchief he took out from the pocket of his down jacket, lost in thought.

Because of his professional habits, Meng Chi was used to wearing handkerchiefs, and he owned many handkerchiefs, but the silver-gray handkerchief in front of him, which was not cheap at first glance, definitely did not belong to him.

After a while, Meng Chi remembered that the last time he wore this down jacket was at the porcelain factory, and he gave Yu Tingzhi his handkerchief.When sending Yu Tingzhi home later, Yu Tingzhi seemed to return it to him.

Meng Chi suddenly realized that he and Yu Tingzhi had exchanged handkerchiefs.

Just when he was thinking about whether to return the handkerchief, Yang Zile suddenly shouted in surprise, "I almost forgot! Let's go to the hot spring tomorrow!"

Meng Chi: "Take a hot spring?"

"Yeah." Yang Zile nodded, and shook the experience voucher he just took out of his clothes in front of Meng Chi's eyes, "The owner of the private restaurant last time gave us a few vouchers for the hot spring hotel experience, free of charge. , it will expire if you don’t go.”

Meng Chi stuffed the handkerchief back into his pocket, took the coupon and looked at it: "Then ask Master to go with him, isn't he feeling a little cold recently?"

Yang Zile subconsciously wanted to refuse, but after hearing the last sentence, he shut up again: "Then let's go together."

In line with the principle of "you can not make a profit, but you can't lose money, and if you don't squeeze the wool, you don't squeeze it for nothing", Yang Zhengfeng naturally readily agreed, and he even called Du Feng together.

On Friday night, Meng Chi drove his family to Wanxiang.The hot spring hotel is newly opened and has just started trial operation, so there are not many people.

Evening Lane is a well-known scenic spot in Zewu. The scenery is very pleasant, even at night you can see the city lights in the distance.Therefore, the hotel's soup pools are not only indoors but also outdoors.

Yang Zhengfeng and Du Feng were afraid of the cold, so they chose to stay indoors.Meng Chi accompanied them indoors, chatted about the weekend activities for a while, and was dragged by Yang Zile to the pool outside to watch the night view.

Yang Zile chose a very secluded corner, surrounded by mountains and bamboo forests, it was very private, and there was no one else but the two of them.

Meng Chi leaned against the pool, watching the night scene while replying to Chen Yan's WeChat.

This guy has found a new target. He is a freshman in their college. The junior student is about to leave school to take a sketching class in Xichi. Chen Yan plans to play with him for two days.

The spring tea in Xichi is very famous. Youran Teahouse goes to the countryside every year to collect new tea. Meng Chi has been there many times, so Chen Yan came to ask Meng Chi if there is any special interesting place there. By the way, he asked him if it was him this time. Go to the countryside to collect tea.

Meng Chi said that he didn't go by himself, and he didn't know any interesting places. After all, every time he went, he went to the tea market or to the tea mountain.

Chen Yan replied with a speechless emoji, he didn't count on him anymore, and went online to check the strategy by himself.

Meng Chi exited the chat interface, and turned around to find that Yang Zile had gone somewhere.

He sent Yang Zile a wechat message, asking him where he was, and urging him to come back and give him a break.

Yang Zile replied with [Wait].

Meng Chi was idle and bored, so he flipped through Moments casually, and saw Yang Zile's selfie with location, Yu Tingzhi also liked him.

My heart said good guy, these two added WeChat after a meal.

Thinking to himself, Meng Chi kept scrolling down, and in a short while, he saw a set of nine grid photos sent by She Shan at two o'clock in the afternoon, with the caption "I'm so tired, but fortunately it's worth it".

The photo was taken in preparation for the photo exhibition. You can see many printed photos, big and small, without exception, all mounted in silver metal frames.

A few photo frames were placed against the wall, sideways or slanted, and it was hard to see the whole picture. Obviously, She Shan just took a random photo and posted it on Moments.

Even so, Meng Chi clicked through them one by one. The edited photos were more artistic than the original ones. Just looking at them on the screen of his mobile phone, Meng Chi also felt the impact when he saw them for the first time.

But he was still a little shy when he thought that the person in the photo was himself and would soon be admired by a group of people.

As he stroked, Meng Chi's fingers stopped, and his gaze on the phone screen suddenly froze.

This photo was also taken casually, and most of the photos contained in it were mainly black and white, but Meng Chi still saw a partial close-up on the right side of the screen at a glance.Compared with other photos with simple tones, this photo can be said to be colorful.

In the photo, Meng Chi's waist was only exposed, his honey-colored skin was bright emerald green, deep dark green, and a bony hand.

Without looking too much, Meng Chi knew that it was Yu Tingzhi's hand, and he could even remember when this photo was taken.At that time, Yu Tingzhi was filling in for him, and She Shan took pictures casually to see the effect.

Meng Chi didn't know why She Shan left this photo, but he didn't say anything, he just zoomed in and looked at it for a few seconds, and quit the circle of friends before his thoughts went astray.

But apparently, fate likes to joke the most. Two minutes later, Meng Chi saw these hands and their owners again.

When he heard footsteps coming from behind, Meng Chi subconsciously thought it was Yang Zile, so he just glanced at it and said, "You're back? Come and press it for me."

Footsteps approached, and after a while, the sound of water was heard. As the people behind him approached, the hot spring water slowly surged, just rubbing against the two pink spots on Meng Chi's chest.

He was lazily lying on the side of the stone platform with his hands folded, waiting for Yang Zile to serve him. The people behind him had already approached. Meng Chi didn't wait for the massage, but waited for a strange yet familiar voice from behind him: "Press where?"

Meng Chi was startled, and immediately turned his head. He turned around too quickly, and slid down the stone platform. Almost subconsciously, he stretched out his hand to grab the person in front of him, and Yu Tingzhi also subconsciously reached out. Pick up his body sliding into the water.

After a moment, Meng Chi avoided the embarrassment of falling into the pool, but fell into another kind of embarrassment.

The half-naked bodies of the two were completely close to each other, and even at the moment when they stabilized their bodies, Meng Chi's head hit Yu Tingzhi's naked chest. The soft but hard chest muscles were just beside the lips and teeth. The moist breath that filled his nostrils contained the smell of flesh and blood that belonged exclusively to Yu Tingzhi.

After being stunned for a full two seconds, Meng Chi finally realized that he raised his head, subconsciously licked his lower lip, and at the same time supported Yu Tingzhi's arm with both hands to keep him away from him.

And under the spring water, the lower bodies of the two were also intertwined. Meng Chi's knee was just touching the base of Yu Tingzhi's thigh. When he stood up straight, he inevitably rubbed against a bulge somewhere.

Meng Chi's knee went numb and he almost fell again.

Why does it seem a little hard?