aren't we rivals

Sheshan has been preparing for this series of cultural photography exhibitions for more than a year. It will not only be exhibited in the Zewu Convention and Exhibition Center, but will also be held several times in other cities. Each time, some new local cultural characteristics will be added.

There were a lot of media present on the day of the launch. Yu Tingzhi was a little late because he was going to pick up his grandfather. When he entered the venue, She Shan was standing in front of the microphone and giving a speech to a bunch of cameras.

Yu Tingzhi led Yu Zhengmao to sit down at the seat reserved in advance, when She Shan saw the two of them, she nodded slightly, and then continued to talk eloquently.

Yu Tingzhi sat quietly with his brows folded, his eyes looked around the venue, but he failed to see Meng Chi, and when he thought of the courier he received in the morning, he became a little absent-minded.It wasn't until She Shan talked about his relationship with the tea series models that he set his sights on the podium again.

Yu Ting had heard about She Shan and Meng Chi's acquaintance a long time ago, when he saw the "Wild Spring" for the first time.

In She Shan's description, Meng Chi was a violent and rebellious boy when he was a teenager. After dropping out of high school, he wandered around bars and nightclubs and relied on odd jobs to make ends meet.

The first time She Shan saw Meng Chi, he saw him fighting. In the back alley of the bar, he fought off a hooligan who was trying to molest a drunk girl. The hooligan was taller and stronger than him, but Meng Chi won.

After chasing the man away, facing the girl's apprehensive thank you, the boy said coldly, "Please eat and you don't need it, let's discount it."

She Shan thought it was interesting, so after taking a few more glances, she saw Meng Chi leaning on the lamp post after receiving 100 yuan, lowering his head and lighting a cigarette for himself.

Wreathed in white smoke, the young man's face was expressionless, numb but vivid, She Shan's heart moved, and he immediately raised the camera hanging on his chest.

With a click, the young man turned his head and glanced at him calmly: "It's fine to watch the excitement, but I still need to take pictures. Have you ever been beaten?"

Under the street lamp, Meng Chi's forehead was oozing blood, and his expression was indifferent. He looked like a young man, but he showed a sense of fatigue. .

When she heard She Shan talk about the young Meng Chi, Yu Tingzhi drew an image of a stingy and unscrupulous boy in his mind.So after many years, by chance, he ran into the grown-up Meng Chi because of tailgating. Seeing that he was well-dressed, humble and polite, Yu Tingzhi almost didn't recognize him.

And when he saw Meng Chi sitting at the tea table, he felt even more strange.

When making tea, Meng Chi's body was filled with a kind of ease and elegance, all the worldly troubles were suppressed, his movements were chic, and he still had the edge of his youth.

Yu Tingzhi felt that he was like a camellia growing among wild thorns in the mountains and forests, a wonderful combination of turbulence and tranquility.

Whether it's the young Meng Chi who was imagined in his mind, or the adult Meng Chi who has become a tea artisan, Yu Tingzhi feels special and stops his eyes unconsciously.

"You also painted this painting?"

As the C seat of this exhibition, the enlarged photo naturally gathered countless people to visit. Yu Zhengmao, who has never been able to appreciate nude art, also stopped, looked at the painting on Meng Chi's back and asked Yu Tingzhi if he was right. out of his hand.

"En." Yu Tingzhi raised his head, his eyes fell on Meng Chi's quiet and focused eyes.

Yu Zhengmao nodded his head appreciatively, appreciating for a moment and then said: "On the waist and abdomen, the brushstrokes may be more capable."

Yu Tingzhi didn't answer, but he thought of how he could be able to do it when he used his hands to smear the scar on Meng Chi's waist.

When he didn't hear a response, Yu Zhengmao turned his head and glanced at him. Seeing him staring at the photo in a daze, he asked, "Tingzhi, you're a little absent-minded today. What's going on?"

"It's nothing," Yu Tingzhi said, "I'm just thinking that he might not be suitable for too sharp brushstrokes."

Hearing this, Yu Zhengmao turned his attention to Meng Chi in the photo again, but he didn't see anything inappropriate, but he was very satisfied with Yu Tingzhi's overall consideration.

There were so many people in the exhibition hall, Yu Zhengmao didn't stay long, met She Shan, and left here.

Yu Tingzhi didn't leave, he walked around the exhibition hall alone, and heard many people discussing the composition of the work, the clever use of light and shadow, the expressiveness of the models, etc., most of them were praises.

Until he stopped in front of the behind-the-scenes photo that She Shan tried to shoot at the beginning, Yu Tingzhi heard two little girls muttering, saying that this hand is really beautiful, and that the model is also handsome, but this photo was taken a bit. pornography.

"This waist matches this hand, tsk tsk tsk, no wonder it's not pornographic."

Yu Tingzhi glanced at the two young girls, the smile on the corner of his mouth hadn't emerged yet, and suddenly he heard an old male voice sounding from beside him, his tone was a little annoyed: "Young people nowadays, they don't know how to think about it every day. what!"

After finishing speaking, the old man glanced dissatisfiedly at the two little girls, and walked away waving his fan.

Standing behind him, Yu Tingzhi couldn't see the old man's face clearly due to the angle. He could only see his side face, with the broken eyebrows raised slightly, full of unhappiness.Feeling an inexplicable sense of familiarity, Yu Tingzhi turned around and took another look, and then saw She Shan walking towards him, pulling his tie.

"Hey, I'm finally free, I'm exhausted." As today's protagonist, She Shan changed her casual posture and changed into a straight and serious black formal suit, with her shoulder-length hair tied behind her head.

"Your grandfather left?" She Shan asked.

Yu Tingzhi retracted his gaze and nodded.

"Then why didn't you leave?" She Shan knew that Yu Tingzhi didn't like this kind of crowded occasions, and then thought of something, and he glanced at Yu Tingzhi who was expressionless, "You can't be waiting for Meng Chi Bar?"

Yu Tingzhi glanced at him: "No."

This denial has no credibility.She Shan snorted twice: "Don't wait, he won't come."

"I know." Yu Tingzhi said calmly.

In fact, he didn't know that Meng Chi didn't plan to come, but seeing that he hadn't appeared yet, he definitely wouldn't come.

After all, it was an important occasion. Yu Tingzhi also wore a formal suit today. Although he didn’t dress up in particular, his appearance was already eye-catching enough. The nobleness on his body was even more obvious when he was wearing a suit and leather shoes. Even with a sense of distance, people coming and going People always want to look at him more to feast their eyes.

"Stop standing here, so that people won't look at my photo." She Shan pulled him and turned around and walked a few steps to a place where there were few people. When the surroundings became quiet, he asked again, "You and Meng Chi What's the matter? Last time I was at the hot pot restaurant, I felt something was wrong. Couldn't he be hiding from you if he doesn't come?"

Yu Tingzhi raised his eyelids and gave She Shan a cold look.

The corner of She Shan's mouth twitched, seeing his bored look, he didn't bother to ask any more questions, so he said, "I'm just kidding, the reason he didn't come is because he went to the countryside to collect tea in Xichi."

"Xichi." Yu Tingzhi muttered the name of the place, with a thoughtful expression on his face.

"That's right," She Shan didn't notice the change in his expression, and continued, "I heard that boy Yang Zile mention it, saying that it was because he was acting as a model for me, which made his master unhappy."

"Tsk, you said there is something wrong with his master, why are you unhappy about it? I spent a small [-] yuan to buy all the old tea in his family. If it weren't for Meng Chi, who would buy it... Eh? Where are you going? "

Yu Tingzhi took out the mobile phone in his pocket and walked a few steps to the side: "Call."

She Shan: "..."

Crap, of course I knew you were going to call, but didn't you hear me still talking to you?Why do you have to make a call now?

Yu Tingzhi didn't have time to take care of She Shan, so he found the dean's number and dialed it, and hung up after saying a few words.

She Shan, who was listening to the whole process, raised her eyebrows: "Are you going to Xichi too?"

Yu Tingzhi didn't deny it, and put the phone back in his pocket.

She Shan scolded "grass" and sighed, "You are chasing your wife for thousands of miles."

Yu Tingzhi retorted coldly: "Pay attention to the wording, it's a business trip."

She Shan: "..." Guess I believe it or not.

Xichi is not far from Zewu, only two and a half hours by car.In addition to its good reputation as the hometown of green tea, Xichi is also a tourist attraction, with strange mountains and rocks, ancient temples and pagodas, and its landscape scenery is quite famous.

As the hometown of green tea, the spring tea in Xichi has attracted tea lovers from all over the country and even the world to come here.Every spring tea season, many people who love tea will visit here, and some people will directly find the tea farmers to live in, pick and fry tea with the tea farmers, and personally participate in the production of spring tea. These people are called "tea farmers". tea pro".Not only can you taste the first tea in early spring, but you can also experience the hardships and hardships behind tea production.

Among these tea drinkers are those who simply love tea and come here just to taste new ones, and there are also tea businessmen like Meng Chi.

When Meng Chi first learned the art of tea, he would soak here for a month every year.At first, Meng Chi lived in the home of his master, Yang Zhengfeng's tea art master. Later, his master moved to Qingfeng Temple halfway up Qingfeng Mountain to practice, and Meng Chi began to live in a hotel.

Over the years, he has met many tea farmers in Xichi, and he has become the tea relatives of some tea farmers, Jiang Hong is one of them.

A few years ago, Jiang Hong got married and opened a homestay with two small villas built by her husband's family.The villa has a large space, and the attached garden is also very extensive. Jiang Hong is very business-minded. She built a unique shed, separated an empty hall, and took care of the garden a little, just like this. Passengers stop and drink tea.

Every year at this time, she would leave a room for the people who came to collect tea from Youran Teahouse. Seeing that the person who came this year was Meng Chi, Jiang Hong laughed so hard that she couldn't close her mouth.

"You have lived here for three days, and business has been better in these three days than before."

Meng Chi woke up from a nap, and it was almost dusk. He yawned and walked into the yard, and saw that the rattan chairs outside were almost full of tourists, mostly young people, men and women, drinking tea and chatting in twos and threes .

"These college students who come to sketch live in the youth hostel next door every year." Jiang Hong clicked her tongue, "If it weren't for the fact that my place is small, how could they earn this money?"

Meng Chi smiled, and heard Jiang Hong say again: "However, there are a few leading teachers who live with me, and there is a handsome guy!"

"Really?" Meng Chi glanced at Jiang Hong's glowing eyes, "Better handsome than me?"

Jiang Hong looked at his face: "You two are not of the same type, so there is no comparison."

Meng Chi raised his eyebrows, and Jiang Hong said, "I just brought the new tea from the factory, would you like to make a pot?"

Seeing the vacant tea table in the hall, Meng Chi couldn't understand what she was up to, he snorted and said, "Sister Hong, it's not cheap for me to make tea."

"Tsk," Jiang Hong pretended to be angry, "It's enough to waive your room fee for three days."

Meng Chi laughed: "Just kidding, just leave me all the first tea from your tea garden."

Jiang Hong said "OK" repeatedly, and replaced the popular songs in the store with gentle pipa music.

As soon as Meng Chi sat down at the tea table, he attracted a lot of attention. When he finished making tea, the number of tourists staying outside the door increased instead of decreasing.

Jiang Hong smiled so much that her eyes narrowed, and she kept promoting the fruit tea she made herself.

After making tea, Meng Chi enjoyed the tea while admiring the spring scenery shrouded in the setting sun in the yard. The sun was setting and the spring scenery was quiet, and his impetuous mood became peaceful.

It wasn't until he heard footsteps approaching in his direction that Meng Chi turned his head to take a look, and surprise appeared in his calm eyes.

He saw Yu Tingzhi who shouldn't be here.

"Yu... how do you know I'm here?" Meng Chi could barely control his tone.

Yu Tingzhi looked calm: "I don't know."

"Huh?" Meng Chi raised his brows in disbelief, "Then why are you here?"

Yu Tingzhi: "Chasing... a business trip."

Meng Chi: "..." Why do I not believe it?