aren't we rivals

Meng Chi almost spit out the tea soup after taking a sip, and choked himself into a daze, and now he lost all charming thoughts.

Yu Tingzhi didn't expect him to react so strongly, and quickly put down the porcelain plate in his hand, and patted him on the back lightly to give him comfort.

"Is it better?"

Meng Chi blushed from choking, and glared at him angrily: "I said, Teacher Yu, can you stop being so surprising?"

Yu Tingzhi frowned and said nothing, only felt that Meng Chi's eyes were full of tears and his face was flushed, which made him suddenly a little moved.

"What if I choke to the point of reciting this, what should I do?" In order to hide his embarrassment, Meng Chi could only continue to scold him.

Yu Tingzhi stroked his back with his palm, and said calmly: "Then I have no choice but to die for love."

Meng Chi was taken aback by these two words. If he hadn't had any tea in his mouth now, he would have been choking again, and he probably would have to be rescued to recover.

But when he looked up and saw Yu Tingzhi's beautiful eyes looking at him intently, his heartbeat accelerated and his face was hot.Fortunately, the blush from coughing hadn't dissipated, so it didn't make his abnormality too obvious.

"Please do me a favor, don't curse me." Meng Chi talked about him from left to right.

"Xiao Meng, come out!"

The teacher's shout came from the yard, and Meng Chi immediately got out of Yu Ting's arms, took another sip of tea soup to slow down his fast heartbeat, and then ran out in response.

There were three people standing in the yard, besides Shigong, there was a young monk who was ordained, and a young man with blond hair and blue eyes who was muttering something.

"Hurry up and do me a favor, listen to what he's talking about." Master waved at Meng Chi.

Meng Chi cast his eyes on the blond foreign friend, and saw that he was fair-skinned, deep-lined, and very handsome, but his brows were frowning anxiously.

"Master, I don't understand either." Meng Chi said with a dry laugh.

"Huh? Didn't you learn English? Why can't you understand?" Master was very puzzled.

Meng Chi was helpless, thinking when did he learn English?I remembered that when I took the exam for the senior tea art teacher qualification certificate, I did hold my feet temporarily. At that time, Master just went to the leisurely teahouse.

Meng Chi lamented in his heart that the teacher has a good memory, and said, "I just haven't learned it, otherwise I wouldn't have failed the advanced certificate."

In fact, English is not a compulsory option for the tea art teacher's advanced qualification certificate, but Meng Chi is a bit memorized, and it happened that the examiner asked him to introduce it in English.Naturally, Meng Chi's half-baked English was not able to fool him, but this certificate had no effect on him, so he didn't bother to spend any more time.

From Shigong to Meng Chi, he was not from an orthodox tea science major. Shigong is a tea farmer who has been a tea farmer for a lifetime, and his education level is not high, but his understanding of tea art is completely beyond the so-called orthodox tea science experts. A master of tea art masters.

Yang Zhengfeng, who got his true biography, is naturally not weak. After engaging in tea art, Yang Zhengfeng has seen many "tea baskets" with no qualification certificates. It's just to train him.

The master looked embarrassed, and the young monk next to him frowned: "What should we do, we can't drive him away."

"Wait a minute," Meng Chi was taking out his mobile phone to try to download a translator, when he heard another sentence from the foreign friend, Meng Chi paused, "Why do I think he doesn't speak English?"

"I think he looks like an American, so what is it if he doesn't speak English?" The young monk asked suspiciously.

"He spoke French."

The bewildered three turned around following the sound, and saw Yu Tingzhi walking towards them slowly.

"Do you understand?" the young monk asked.

Yu Tingzhi nodded.

"It's good that you can understand, come and hear what he wants to do." The master heaved a sigh of relief, and handed over the foreign friend to Yu Tingzhi.

As soon as the foreign friend heard Yu Tingzhi open his mouth, the sadness on his face immediately turned into surprise, and he began to chatter.

"Master, what's the matter with this man?" After handing him over to Yu Tingzhi, Meng Chi followed the master into the yard.

The master snorted, and raised his chin towards the young monk: "New here, I don't know why I mistook this foreigner for you, so he was lured to me like that."

Speaking of this master, he laughed a few times: "But if I can really accept a foreign disciple, it would be great, and let them foreigners know the greatness of our Chinese tea."

Meng Chi: "Then do you still have to learn English?"

"I'm learning ass," the master straightened his back and said awkwardly, "If you really want to come to apprentice, then they have to learn Chinese well for me first!"

Meng Chi chuckled, and turned his head to look in the direction of Yu Tingzhi.

The pronunciation of French is soft, without big ups and downs, but with a clear tone like a stream. Meng Chi has never heard of it, but thinks that Yu Tingzhi's French tone is more peaceful, which neutralizes his sharpness and makes him He seemed to be softening.

Although Meng Chi didn't understand, it didn't prevent him from feeling in his heart that Yu Tingzhi was so outstanding that it was hard for people not to look at him.

Yu Tingzhi didn't know what he said, but the foreign friend chatted more and more happily, and the corners of his eyes were wrinkled. It seemed that Meng Chi wanted to withdraw his previous judgment, and this person was just average in appearance.

After a while, the two finally finished their chat. Yu Tingzhi said something to the young monk, and the man led the foreign friend out of the small courtyard, and walked to the door. Yu Tingzhi waved his hand and said two Chinese words in a strange tone, one "thank you" and the other "goodbye".

"You're a pretty good friend." Master looked at Yu Tingzhi and said to Meng Chi, "It doesn't look like a child raised by an ordinary family, you know him from selling tea?"

"No." Meng Chi shook his head, then said softly, "It was an accident that I met him."

Thinking of the first time he met Yu Tingzhi, Meng Chi was still unhappy because of his noble and arrogant temperament, and once treated him as a rival in love.

At this moment, looking at Yu Tingzhi's arrogance and superiority, it is more pleasing to the eye, and I only feel admiration.

When the master heard this, he glanced sideways at Meng Chi, didn't ask what was the accident, just smiled mysteriously, left a sentence of "fate, so wonderful", turned and entered the room.

Meng Chi: "..."

Ever since the master went to the temple to clean up, Meng Chi had gotten used to the fact that he had to utter a few pretended deep emotions from time to time, but still, because of the word "fate", his heart was in turmoil.

The accidental meeting by chance, the inexplicable physical relationship, it seems that there is no other explanation except fate.

After finishing the translation, Yu Tingzhi turned around and walked towards Meng Chi who was sitting on the wicker chair in the corridor.

The climate in the mountains is changeable, a storm is about to come, the sky is dark and gloomy, but Yu Tingzhi's face is still dazzling.

Meng Chi raised his head slightly, narrowed his smiling eyes slightly, looked at him and sighed: "Mr. Yu, why do you know everything! Is there anything you don't know?"

"Yes." Yu Tingzhi stood still in front of him, and calmly replied, "I don't know how to tie cherry stems."

"..."

Meng Chi glanced at him speechlessly, and said with a helpless smile, "You are really..."

What is it? He didn't finish, Yu Tingzhi asked: "What is it?"

Meng Chi looked at him for two seconds, and said, "You really know how to pretend! You're obviously a stinky hooligan, and you're still pretending to be beautiful."

Hearing this, Yu Ting's eyebrows were raised slightly, and his eyes that became warm because of his smile fell on Meng Chi's face, and he suddenly asked, "You don't like it?"

Meng Chi was taken aback by this straightforward question. His pupils looking at Yu Tingzhi slightly dilated for a moment, but soon, he blinked his eyes to calm down the waves, and said casually: "It's okay." , not so annoying."

Yu Tingzhi stared at him for a few seconds, smiled and said nothing, after all, lessons from the past told him that he should not rush to coax a little wild cat.

"Then why are foreign friends here?" Meng Chi took the initiative to change the topic.

"He came to look for the bathroom." Yu Tingzhi said.

Hearing that Meng Chi raised his eyebrows, he was speechless at such an inexplicable coincidence.

The master said that asking Yu Tingzhi to teach him calligraphy was not a joke. He bought a mahogany desk on the other side of the tea room, with all kinds of pens, ink, paper and inkstones. He took Yu Tingzhi to practice calligraphy with great interest, while Meng Chi Sent to clear the tea table.

When he finished clearing the tea table, Shigong had already finished writing a large piece of calligraphy, and he was admiring it with a look of fascination.

"Xiao Meng, come and see, what do you think of my words?"

Meng Chi walked over, looked at the big lumps on the white paper, oh no, a few thick Chinese characters, and yelled "Okay!"

Shigong is not so easy to fool, he glared at him: "Hypocrisy!"

Meng Chi touched his nose and whispered, "It would be better if the writing was a little slimmer."

Master frowned, put on reading glasses and looked carefully for a moment, then changed a piece of paper to continue.

Yu Tingzhi watched from the side, occasionally reminding him of the posture of holding the pen, as well as the way of using the pen and exerting force.

This time, Master wrote much better than before. Looking at the slimmer characters, he said to Yu Tingzhi with emotion: "I also said that I want to accept you as an apprentice, but now it seems that I want to be your apprentice!"

"Farewell then." Meng Chi twitched his lips and joked, "If you become his apprentice, then wouldn't I become his great-disciple?"

Master gave Meng Chi a sideways look: "You think too much, you don't know if he's willing to accept it."

Yu Tingzhi laughed: "No, it's just a simple communication."

The more the master looked at Yu Tingzhi, the more he liked him, and he hardly talked to Meng Chi. He kept asking about Yu Tingzhi's situation, and he appreciated him even more when he learned that he was a university teacher.

Almost all the older generation who came from the 70s have a special longing for college students, and they put on a lot of filters for teachers who can teach college students.When the teacher praised Yu Tingzhi, he didn't forget to mention Meng Chi, asking him to learn more from Teacher Yu to make up for the regret of not being able to go to college.

Meng Chi smiled and said nothing, and nodded repeatedly, seemingly perfunctory and helpless.

While the teacher was holding the pen and concentrating on writing, Meng Chi leaned into Yu Tingzhi's ear while studying the ink and said in a low voice, "Teacher Yu, don't show your supernatural powers anymore."

Yu Tingzhi turned his eyes sideways when he heard the words, and heard him say again: "My master is almost treating you as his own grandson. Also, do you know that 'other people's children' are sometimes annoying?"

Yu Tingzhi still knows about other people's children.He smiled slightly and said softly, "I shouldn't be considered a 'child of someone else'."

Meng Chi raised his eyebrows: "Why doesn't it count?"

Yu Tingzhi thought for a while and said, "'other people's children' should not have tattoos."

tattoo.

Almost instantly, Meng Chi recalled the scene when he saw the tattoo clearly. The black thorny vine about two fingers wide became clear in his mind, entangled and took root on Yu Tingzhi's white jade-like skin, It's wild and erotic.

If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, Meng Chi would never have thought that there was such a tattoo on Yu Tingzhi's body that was completely inconsistent with his temperament.

Meng Chi restrained his thinking, trying not to complete that evocative picture in his mind.

"What are you two whispering about?" Shigong swiped his pen while squinting at the two of them, as if he was afraid that they would speak ill of him.

"I didn't say anything." Meng Chi immediately distanced himself from Yu Tingzhi, caught a glimpse of the wind outside the window getting stronger, and some raindrops appeared on the glass, and said, "It's going to rain, Teacher Yu should go down the mountain."

Master turned his head to look at the sky outside, and asked Yu Tingzhi: "Are you going down the mountain?"

Yu Tingzhi shook his head: "It's nothing."

"Since it's all right, don't leave. It's windy and rainy, and it's not safe to go down the mountain." Shigong said, "Tomorrow I just happen to make some handmade tea, and you and Xiaomeng come to help."

This "help" is actually not about doing work, but about asking him to stay and bring some back after making tea.

Meng Chi originally planned to stay in the temple for a few more days, but it was beyond his expectation that Master would keep Yu Tingzhi.The fact that he can let the master export to stay with him, and also give him handmade tea made by himself, shows how much he loves Yu Tingzhi.

"By the way, you two can live together in the wing room next door." When Meng Chi was in a daze, the master added.

Yu Tingzhi glanced at Meng Chi who was still in a daze, the corners of his mouth slightly curled up, and he nodded "OK".

Meng Chi: "...?" This is not good.