aren't we rivals

"I didn't," Yu Tingzhi said, "You moved your mouth first."

Meng Chi was about to laugh angrily at his straightforward rebuttal, and said, "I didn't, you did it first."

The two of them now were no different from the two bickering radish diced yesterday. Thinking of this, Meng Chi burst out laughing, and complained about "you're not childish", not knowing who he was talking about.

Yu Tingzhi also laughed, and the atmosphere between the two became relaxed, as if the previous estrangement was gradually dissipating, and they returned to get along with each other freely before, but there was more vague ambiguity.

The car gradually became quiet, save for the shallow breathing of the sleeping students. Meng Chi felt a little drowsy as if infected, and fell asleep after closing his eyes.

When he woke up and opened his eyes, he found that he did not know when he was leaning on Yu Tingzhi's shoulder, his forehead was pressed against Yu Tingzhi's jaw, and the two of them almost leaned on each other to "sleep on their heads".

Yu Tingzhi's breath sprayed down from the top of Meng Chi's head, and the warm air flowed over his tall nose bridge, rubbing his lips and blending with his breath, making him dazed for a moment, wondering whether he should or not. Straighten your head.

After a while, when the vehicle stopped, Yu Tingzhi opened his eyes and straightened his head first. Meng Chi then pretended that he had just woken up and distanced himself from him.

The sketching site was halfway up the mountain. In order to save the students who were carrying the sketchpads from walking, the driver drove the car up the mountain.

There was still some distance from Qingshan Temple, so Meng Chi said goodbye to Yu Tingzhi and walked up the mountain by himself.

Half an hour later, Meng Chi arrived at Qingshan Temple, but failed to meet his master. He heard from the master in the temple that his master had recently become obsessed with playing chess, and he made a chess friend at the foot of the mountain, and the two went to play chess.

Meng Chi wasted no time and didn't intend to leave. After resting in the temple for an hour, he wandered to the tea plantation near the mountainside to have a look.

It was also because it was cloudy today, the sun was blocked by clouds, without the scorching sun, and the temperature was pleasant, Meng Chi was in the mood to wander around in the mountains.

The altitude of Qingfeng Mountain is not high. Except for the main peak and the two surrounding hills that have not been developed because they are too steep, the other peaks have basically been developed and planted with local green tea.

Rows of tea trees neatly cover the surface of the mountain, full of emerald green, and the tea-picking workers walk among them, turning them into embellishments. The air is filled with the smell of vegetation and strong tea fragrance, which is very pleasant.

Meng Chi met a young couple not long after he turned around. The two were sitting under a tall camphor tree. The boy stood behind the girl, half-embracing and holding her hand, and taught her to draw stroke by stroke. Painting, very intimate.

Meng Chi clicked his tongue twice in his heart, and quickly turned around and walked to the mountain road on the other side, not disturbing his love time.

Along the way, he met many sketching college students, scattered all over Dashan, most of them didn't have drawing boards on their backs, and a little girl who recognized him asked him how to get to Qingshan Temple.

Meng Chi answered, and then asked a little more about what they were doing in the temple. The little girls smiled and said that they were going to burn incense and worship Buddha to seek marriage.

Watching them go up the mountain, Meng Chi thought for a moment, took out his mobile phone and sent Yu Tingzhi a WeChat message, saying that he had seen his students go to Qingshan Temple.

He absolutely did not intend to report these students to the teacher for skipping class, he was purely worried about their safety.

Yu Tingzhi quickly replied to WeChat, saying that after finishing sketching today, it will be free time for the students.

Meng Chi didn't say anything else, and went back to the temple after wandering around for a while.Then I saw Yu Tingzhi and the male teacher in the Daxiong Palace.

"Xiao Meng, your master has already returned, and he is in the wing room in the backyard." The teacher and father in the temple shouted when he saw him.

Meng Chi replied "Got it", and turned around to find that Yu Tingzhi had already looked towards him.

"Teacher Yu, you are also here to ask for marriage." Meng Chi walked over to greet him, the male teacher next to Yu Tingzhi nodded to him, and he also nodded slightly.

"That's right." Yu Tingzhi said.

Yes it is, no it is not, what is it?

Meng Chi complained in his heart, but didn't say anything more.The male teacher was very knowledgeable, knowing that Yu Tingzhi and Meng Chi knew each other, so he went to another place without staying longer.

Meng Chi wanted to say hello to him and went to see his master. Seeing that Yu Ting's colleague had left, he didn't feel embarrassed to leave Yu Ting alone here, so he casually asked him to go to the backyard with him. The court did not refuse.

Before entering the backyard, Meng Chi heard his master's loud voice, talking to the master in the temple about how he just killed the Quartet, threw away the opponent's armor and helmet, and pissed off. It seemed that he had won the game. Everyone is happy.

"Master, you've thrown away your helmet and armor." Meng Chi answered loudly when he entered the courtyard.

Shigong is over sixty years old, and he is a thin old man. Because he bowed his head all the year round to make tea, his back is slightly bent, and the light gray monk's robe on his body is propped up like a crescent moon.

Because Qingxiu is not a monk here, so he has not been shaved, but his shiny forehead has gone through wind and frost, and there is nothing left, only a circle of short black and white hair on the back of his head.

"What's the difference? It means the same thing." Master pretended to be annoyed and turned to Meng Chi and said, "I'll tell you the truth as soon as I come. Believe it or not, I'll call you."

Meng Chi snorted, and changed his words in a polite manner: "I apologize to you, it's because I'm ignorant."

The master wanted to say something else, but when he saw the temperamental young man following Meng Chi, he immediately suppressed the exaggerated expression on his face, showed the immortal demeanor of a practitioner, and said slowly, "Don't just stand outside, Come in with your friend."

There are several rooms in this small Buddhist monastery, only Shigong lives alone, away from the vestibule, it is very quiet.

All the masters in the temple love tea, so the master opened up a room here as a tea room, with a little sandalwood fragrance, which is much better than the smell of incense outside.

"Master, Master asked me to bring her pickled bacon, and I put it in the freezer for you." Meng Chi entered the door with ease, took out all the things he brought and stuffed them into the second floor of the freezer, not forgetting to say hello Yu Tingzhi, let him sit wherever he pleases.

After Meng Chi stuffed those things into the freezer, he opened the upper shelf again and saw all kinds of dry tea inside.

"Take the red box, I just got a new tea, I'll let you try it." Shigong changed his coat that smelled of tobacco, and came out with a teapot.

"Okay." Meng Chi found the tea box, got up and walked to the tea table, and said to Yu Tingzhi, "You are lucky, my master's tea is all good tea."

Yu Tingzhi smiled, and watched quietly as Meng Chi cleared the tea table and prepared the utensils for making tea.Probably because he had reached a place where he could relax, at this moment Meng Chi lost his usual restraint and became extraordinarily lively and agile.

Whether it is arguing with the teacher or playing with the tea set on the tea table, they are very calm and easy, the joy and relaxation are palpable, and they even show a bit of childishness.

"The tea is going to be boiled today," Shigong came over and put down the pot, and took out a set of dishes from the cabinet under the tea table, "Put away the tea cups, use this."

The porcelain dish was no bigger than a palm, pure white inside, and colorful lotus flowers printed on the outside, the style was retro and exotic.

Meng Chi opened the tea pot and smelled it was Assam black tea by the smell. Although he was puzzled by the master's order, he followed suit and obediently took out cardamom, cinnamon, ginger and other ingredients from the cabinet.

"Do you think it's strange?" The master played tricks, and smiled inscrutably under the puzzled expressions of the two of them: "This is a tea given by a master from India a while ago. He said it was called masala tea. Cook like this."

Meng Chi nodded clearly. His master loves tea, traditional tea, and also likes to try all kinds of tea. He will try all kinds of tea, boil and brew, and he will also figure out the tea-making process by himself. Meng Chi likes to tinker with fruit tea, too. Influenced by Master's love for innovation.

Meng Chi had never touched Indian masala tea before, so the master didn't let Meng Chi brew it, so he drove him to sit next to Yu Tingzhi, and sat at the tea table to try it himself.

While adding seasonings, he told them how to make masala tea. Meng Chi and Yu Tingzhi listened carefully and handed over the ingredients from time to time.

When Yu Tingzhi handed over the cardamom, the master glanced at his hand, and said, "Young man, I think you have a clear skeleton, you are a talent, do you want to learn from me?"

Hearing this, Yu Tingzhi was slightly startled, and was about to speak when Meng Chi shouted helplessly: "Master, don't make fun of me."

Master raised his eyebrows: "Who's kidding? Look at his hands, aren't they better for making tea than yours?"

Yu Tingzhi smiled in astonishment, glanced at the embarrassed Meng Chi with the end of his eyes, and instantly understood why Meng Chi liked his hands so much.

Meng Chi, who was trampled inexplicably, was speechless. He handed over the lid of the pot and said, "Teacher Yu's hand is not for making tea, but for holding a pen."

Master: "Oh?"

"He is not only a calligrapher, but also a painter." Meng Chi said, "Whether it is writing or painting, he is very good."

"Really?!" The master immediately became interested, and said to Yu Tingzhi, "I happen to be learning calligraphy, and I plan to write a painting to hang in front of the door. Come and give me some pointers."

Meng Chi: "..."

His master really has a wide range of hobbies.

Yu Tingzhi, who was praised by Meng Chi, naturally agreed to everything.

The three of them chatted one after another. When the tea soup was ready, Meng Chi helped pour the tea soup into the porcelain dish prepared earlier. Because milk was added, the tea soup turned milky white with a slightly astringent aroma. Blended with milky fragrance, it has a unique flavor.

Just as Meng Chi lowered his head and was about to take a sip, Shigong tapped the back of his hand with a teaspoon.

"This tea is called licking tea. You have to lick it to get the taste."

The name licking tea comes from the way of drinking tea.Seeing his master bowing his head and licking in small sips, Meng Chi had no choice but to follow suit. He licked a couple of sips, but he didn't taste the tea soup, but his attention was attracted by Yu Tingzhi beside him.

Probably because Yu Tingzhi always wore elegant and elegant clothes, and Meng Chi looked forward to him drinking tea in this less elegant way.

I saw Yu Tingzhi put the porcelain plate in front of him, bowed his head slightly, first took a sip of the tea fragrance, and then gently blew the hot air off the surface of the tea soup.When the temperature was right, he stuck out the tip of his tongue, lightly touched the surface of the tea soup, licked and rolled it, and the milky white liquid flashed on his bright red tongue.

Meng Chi stared at his protruding pink tongue, his Adam's apple slipped unconsciously, and a little white smoke blurred the beauty of his lips and tongue, but it made people unable to take their eyes off it.

peak

The milky white tea soup coincided with the white in memory, staining the corners of his bright red mouth and tongue, silently speaking of temptation.

Meng Chi stared blankly, and suddenly some charming thoughts rose in his mind, and he didn't realize that Master was called away by a monk.

"What are you looking at me for?" Yu Tingzhi tasted the fragrance of tea in his mouth, and raised his eyes to meet Meng Chi's gaze.

Meng Chi came back to his senses, coughed lightly and said, "Seeing you drinking water like a kitten is quite amusing."

"Really?" Yu Tingzhi glanced over Meng Chi's blushing ears, then landed between his crossed legs, and said, "Would you see a kitten drinking water, too?"