aren't we rivals

Yu Tingzhi's left arm was pillowed behind Meng Chi's head, while his right arm was resting on him, and the two faced each other.As soon as Meng Chi looked up, he saw Yu Tingzhi's sharp jaw and dry, red lips.

Meng Chi remembered that he was eight feet away from him last night, and he didn't know how he ended up in such an intimate sleeping position.

Dazed for a moment, Meng Chi carefully raised the hand on his waist, and just turned around to get out of the embrace without a sound, when Yu Tingzhi's right arm sank behind him and pushed him back.

So the posture of the two changed from facing each other to embracing behind their backs.

"Are you awake?" Meng Chi made a sound tentatively, but there was no answer except for his slow breathing.

There is a difference in breathing when a person is asleep and when he is awake. Through this, Meng Chi can be sure that Yu Tingzhi is not awake and his movements are just subconscious reactions.

He was speechless for a second, and unconsciously began to wonder how Yu Tingzhi developed this habit of snuggling and sleeping in his arms.

Yu Tingzhi's breathing was long and gentle, and Meng Chi could feel his chest rising and falling at a constant speed, and he could also feel a light and warm air flow on the skin behind his ear, causing waves of tingling itchiness.

When I just woke up in the morning, I was prone to physiological reactions, but now it is more intense.While Meng Chi was chanting scriptures to himself, he searched his phone with his eyes, and then saw a large wet spot where he fell asleep last night.

Grass.

Meng Chi cursed in his heart, and immediately understood why he and Yu Tingzhi slept together.

After he calmed down last night, he forgot to close the window. The wind and rain gradually picked up and drifted in through the small crack. Most likely he felt cold and subconsciously approached the heat source.

Fortunately, there was no rain in the location where the mobile phone was located, and it survived.

Meng Chi arched his back slightly, and stretched out his hand to reach for the phone. When he was just a finger away, he kicked his legs, and when he reached the phone, his back hit Yu Tingzhi's chest, and he was upright. Buttball also bumped into a umm thing.

There was a soft and heavy hum from Yu Tingzhi's throat, and Meng Chi's movements froze instantly. He focused all his attention on the rustling movement behind him, noticing that Yu Tingzhi's breathing had changed, Meng Chi He knew that this time, he really woke up.

"I'm awake." Holding the phone, Meng Chi jumped up, ready to turn over and sit up.

But he and Yu Tingzhi have no tacit understanding.Yu Tingzhi was about to take back the hand resting on his waist, the two moved one after the other, and Yu Tingzhi's arm brushed Meng Chi's spiritual dick.

This time it was Meng Chi's turn to gasp softly. He met Yu Tingzhi's clear eyes sideways and said helplessly, "Teacher Yu, are you deliberately taking revenge on me?"

Yu Tingzhi raised his eyebrows, and glanced at his lower body: "Revenge you hit me with your butt just now?"

"..."

Meng Chi sat down against the wall, and gave him a speechless look: "I didn't mean to."

"Yeah." Yu Tingzhi said flatly, "But I hope you did it on purpose."

Seeing that his eyes darkened, revealing a hint of lust, Meng Chi raised his brows, with a slight smile on his lips: "Teacher Yu, what are you thinking about in this pure place of Buddhism?"

"I'm thinking whatever you are thinking." Yu Tingzhi played Tai Chi with him.

Meng Chi chuckled, "I was thinking that it's getting late, and Master will come to wake us up soon."

After speaking, he lifted the quilt and got out of bed, put on his clothes and went out to wash.

Five minutes later, when Meng Chi came back from washing, Yu Tingzhi was still sitting on the bed, with one long leg stretched out and the other bent, with his arms resting on his knees, and he was looking out the window.

Meng Chi didn't do it on purpose, but when he looked over, he unconsciously glanced under him, and then raised his brows slightly: "Teacher Yu, isn't your reaction a bit over the top?"

It hasn't gone away yet.

Yu Tingzhi: "Your underwear is too small."

"..."

Meng Chi suddenly remembered the difference in the size of the underwear between the two of them, and said in a joking tone with a bit of dissatisfaction: "You are slandering, I bought normal sizes, and your genes are different from ordinary people."

Thinking of the last discussion about genes, Yu Tingzhi laughed: "Thank you for the compliment."

Meng Chi: "..."

But you can do it.

It rained overnight yesterday, but today it has cleared up. The sky is still early at this time, but the bright sunlight has already penetrated through the clouds, illuminating the drowsy dark clouds.

Meng Chi was tidying up the wet quilt last night, and was about to take it to the yard to dry, so the master came to the wing with his hands behind his back, and asked the two of them to have breakfast, and then set off to pick tea.

Seeing the large water stains on the quilt, Master frowned: "What's the matter? You're still wetting the bed at such an age?"

Meng Chi: "..."

"What, you think I'm Yang Zile."

Seeing Yu Tingzhi under the corridor laughing and looking at him playfully, Meng Chi was speechless.

"It's not bedwetting, how can you still wet the bed after sleeping?" Master said.

Meng Chi: "I forgot to close the window last night, and it rained a little."

Master looked at him like a fool: "What are you doing with the heating on in the room?"

Meng Chi: "...a bit stuffy, let's get some air."

Shigong stared at him for a while, seeing that he was drooping and looking in a bad mood, he didn't say anything, but asked him to come to eat quickly, saying that there was his favorite glutinous rice cake.

After breakfast, Master took Meng Chi and Yu Tingzhi, and the three of them went up the mountain with a bamboo tea-picking basket each to pick fresh tea.

When he first entered the temple, Shigong consulted with the abbot of the temple, and opened up a small tea garden in the back mountain, and planted the local specialty Maofeng in it.

This land was chosen by the master himself, with fertile soil, high mountains and dense forests, diffuse sunlight, and cool temperature.The unique climate makes it shrouded in clouds and mist all year round, and the land is full of orchids, and the tea trees planted are healthy and strong.

The master takes good care of it, regularly eliminates insects and weeds, and the quality of the tea produced is excellent. Coupled with his own unique roasting technique, the dry tea produced has a strong aroma and a sweet aftertaste. It can be said that it is hard to buy.

It rained last night, the mountain road was muddy and the vegetation was wet.If Meng Chi hadn't had the foresight to ask Yu Tingzhi to change his expensive clothes and shoes, he might have to go down the mountain tomorrow wearing the monk's clothes from the monastery.

Yu Tingzhi had never gone up to the mountain to pick tea, nor had he walked through the mud on the undeveloped mountain path, and he was not even as steady as his master, and he almost slipped several times.

There were two times when Meng Chi couldn't stand it anymore, walked up to him and stretched out his hand to grab his forearm: "Let me help you."

"No need." Yu Tingzhi said.

Meng Chi laughed, saying that his self-esteem was quite strong, but he still didn't let go: "If you fall, you won't be able to make tea today."

Yu Tingzhi stopped and glanced at him, then withdrew his arm from his hand.Just when Meng Chi thought he was going to be stubborn, he stopped pulling his hand and grabbed Meng Chi's wrist with his backhand.

"Hold on," he said.

Meng Chi: "...All right."

I don't know if it was because of holding hands, Yu Tingzhi walked very smoothly on the mountain road afterwards, and his footsteps did not stagger anymore. On the contrary, Meng Chi almost tripped when passing through a thorny forest. Fortunately, Yu Tingzhi reacted quickly and turned back Pulled his wrist.

After 10 minutes, the two finally arrived at the tea garden. The teacher who arrived first turned around and saw the two of them holding hands, and complained blankly: "Why are you two like little dolls? What's the matter, you can't walk without holding hands? "

Meng Chi: "...I'm afraid that he will fall."

Now that he had reached his destination and the terrain of the tea garden was flat, Meng Chi let go of his hand, but the remaining warmth in his palm didn't dissipate so quickly.

Yu Tingzhi had never picked tea before, so Meng Chi told him the main points, such as as long as the tip of the bud, there can only be one fish leaf at most; and you can only break off the bud and leaf with your index finger and thumb, not with your nails, otherwise After the dry tea is brewed, the fracture will appear black, which will affect the quality of the tea.

Yu Tingzhi listened carefully, and after grasping the key points, he lowered his head and grabbed the tea leaves seriously.

After the cloud dissipated, although the temperature was not too high, the light was so strong that people who were exposed to the sun could not open their eyes.

Meng Chizao was prepared, and when he set off, he brought the master's two bamboo straw hats and put on his peaked cap.

The master had already put his straw hat on his head long ago, Meng Chi glanced at Yu Tingzhi, put on another one himself, and then gave his peaked cap to Yu Tingzhi.

Yu Tingzhi raised his head and glanced at him: "Why is mine different from yours?"

"You want this from me?" Meng Chi asked him, "Aren't you too ugly?"

This kind of straw hat is cheap and rough, and it is not common in the city, only the farmers in the countryside are still using it.The round top of the hat, the big brim, and a red string underneath are used to fix it, without the slightest sense of beauty, it can be said that it is scum.

But Meng Chi didn't wear that kind of rusticity, it seemed that this straw hat neutralized the stubbornness of his body, making him present a kind of real simplicity, like an unpretentious young man.

Yu Tingzhi felt that Meng Chi was really a wonderful existence.When he goes to the reception in a suit and leather shoes, he looks like a bright young man; sitting in front of the tea table in a toga, he looks like an elegant and unrestrained artist; now wearing a straw hat and coarse linen, he looks like a wild man running in the fields Simple boy.

These are all him, and he has no sense of disobedience in any of them.

"Not ugly." Yu Tingzhi said, "It suits you very well."

Meng Chi raised his eyes and glanced at him: "Are you praising me or hurting me?"

"Praise you." Yu Tingzhi nodded, "You look good no matter how you dress up."

"..." Meng Chi was speechless, "Mr. Yu, how are you coaxing the children?"

Yu Tingzhi smiled, and said "coax the kitten", but because the master suddenly called out to Meng Chi, saying that his cell phone had been ringing, Meng Chi couldn't hear what Yu Tingzhi said, so he complied with the master. Then I asked him, "What did you just say?"

"Nothing." Yu Tingzhi said.

Meng Chi didn't ask any more questions. He took a look at Yu Tingzhi's sun-burned face, and took off his straw hat and put it on his head.

"Then give it to you, it just happens that this can cover up a little more, you skinny and tender, don't get sunburned."

Yu Tingzhi held on to the brim of his hat, raised his eyebrows and glanced at Meng Chi, seeing his cheeks, which were illuminated by the sun, were honey-colored, and the tip of his upturned nose was not covered with a layer of sweat, and was shining brightly.

After Meng Chi finished speaking, he was about to get his phone, but as soon as he turned around, his wrist was suddenly grabbed by Yu Tingzhi.

"It seems that you are more delicate than me," Yu Tingzhi rubbed the red mark on his wrist bone with his fingertips, and said, "Just now I just squeezed it hard, leaving a circle of red marks."

It was probably acquaintance for the first time and acquaintance for the second time. Meng Chi lowered his eyes to look at the hands they shook, and said calmly, "It's because you are too strong."

"Then I'll be lighter next time." Speaking of this, Yu Tingzhi paused for a moment, then asked again, "Can there be a next time?"

Meng Chi was taken aback for a moment, then raised his eyes to meet Yu Tingzhi's gaze, his eyes looked deep and focused under the projection of the brim of his hat, and Meng Chi remembered the last discussion about the next time.

The two looked at each other silently, their gazes were glued together, and the ambiguous emotions were transpiring and fermenting in the sunlight, filling their bodies.

After a while, Meng Chi raised the corners of his mouth and parted his thin lips lightly: "That depends on what you're talking about."