aren't we rivals

If Meng Chi drank a little more, he might blurt out "Teacher Yu, why are you seducing me again?" But fortunately, he still had a little sense, so he didn't say this out, just borrowed the unfinished painting asked a question.

Yu Tingzhi, who was standing on the balcony, looked at him for a few seconds: "You come up."

These three words with a somewhat commanding tone aroused Meng Chi's competitive spirit, and he turned around and walked into the room with raised eyebrows.

Not long after, there was a knock on Yu Tingzhi's door.He walked over and opened the door, and saw Meng Chi standing at the door, and two palm-sized glass bottles in his hand, one green and one red.

"Sister Hong asked me to give it to you." Meng Chi leaned against the door frame, raised his chin slightly and looked at Yu Tingzhi.

Yu Tingzhi turned sideways, beckoning him to enter the door, Meng Chi looked at him for two seconds, then walked in, passing by Yu Tingzhi, Yu Tingzhi saw a layer of blush floating on the skin of his neck, and also He smelled a little sweet alcohol on his body.

Probably when he was eating just now, he drank a little more.

The decoration style of the villa is pastoral leisure style, except white is the original wood color, wood-colored floor, wooden-colored wardrobe, and the sofa and bedside are made of rattan wood.

The floor-to-ceiling windows are connected to the balcony, the light is transparent, the white gauze curtains and dark blackout curtains are gathered on both sides, and there are many rattan hangings hanging in the middle, gently shaking with the wind, full of vitality.

This room is very spacious. There is a wardrobe on the left hand side of the door, and a bathroom on the right hand side. Next to the wardrobe are a three-seater sofa, coffee table, and a simple water bar. Further inside is a neatly laid out big bed. Near the balcony is a round table with the unfinished painting on it.

Meng Chi put the two bottles of wine in his hand on the coffee table in front of the sofa, and Yu Tingzhi walked over and asked, "Why did she give me wine?"

Meng Chi laughed and said, "Thank you for teaching her nephew how to draw."

Actually not all, Jiang Hong's main purpose is to be a matchmaker for Yu Tingzhi.

After all, during the meal just now, Jiang Hong had already asked Meng Chi about Yu Tingzhi's various information, including age, job, whether he was single, etc. Meng Chi knew what Jiang Hong was up to.

Hearing that Meng Chi was going to find Yu Tingzhi, Jiang Hong asked Meng Chi to spy on her for her.

Meng Chi was helpless, and he couldn't come out for Yu Tingzhi, so he could only be sloppy, thinking about finding a reason to stop Jiang Hong's thoughts later.

"She's too polite, I didn't teach you anything." Yu Tingzhi walked to the water bar, took out two crystal cups, and turned to Meng Chi, "What do you want to drink?"

Meng Chi turned his head when he heard the sound, and saw a familiar crystal glass in his hand, and two or three glass bottles with English writing in the cabinet, which were probably drinks such as milk wine.

"Did you bring these yourself?" Meng Chi asked.

"En." Yu Tingzhi nodded.

Meng Chi was surprised for a moment, but felt that it was nothing. After all, he was also a person who would carry a set of tea making tools with him when he traveled.

Meng Chi knew that he couldn't mix the two kinds of wine, so he said he would just drink the bottle of peach blossom wine he brought.

Yu Tingzhi had no objection, opened the small pink bottle, and poured half a glass each.

Meng Chi turned the wine glass in his hand, looked around the room and said, "You don't have anything to paint here, what do you want me to do?"

Yu Tingzhi stared at him for a few seconds, and when Meng Chi turned his gaze back to face him, he nodded and said "yes", then stood up and walked to the closet, and opened a separate cabinet on the right. The door of the cupboard, which contains a sketchpad and some painting utensils such as tubes of paint and brushes.

Well, I'm a painter after all, so it doesn't make sense to bring glasses and wine without painting things.

"Do you want to draw now?" Yu Tingzhi asked him.

Meng Chi raised his eyebrows: "Otherwise, what am I here for?"

Yu Tingzhi laughed, took out the sketchpad and clamped the drawing paper, and when he was ready, he began to examine his model.

Because he was staying at the place where he lived, Meng Chi dressed very casually. An off-white silk V-neck shirt was paired with casual trousers of the same color, and a smoky gray long windbreaker was worn over it. He wore no socks and wore a pair of soft fur. slippers.

"Take off your coat and go to bed." After about ten seconds, Yu Tingzhi said to Meng Chi.

Meng Chi was taken aback, then squinted his eyes and looked at Yu Tingzhi, wondering if he was teasing him on purpose.As for Yu Tingzhi, he looked back at him calmly, his eyes were calm and unobtrusive, but he just turned his head towards Meng Chi, signaling him to follow suit.

Fine.

Meng Chi laughed in his heart, and suddenly felt eager to try it. He wanted to see what kind of medicine was sold in Yu Ting's gourd.

After Meng Chi took off his coat and climbed onto the bed, Yu Tingzhi said to him, "You can do whatever you want, as comfortable as you want," and then picked up a brush and began to sketch on the paper.

Meng Chi originally thought that being a photography model should be similar to being a sketch model, but now he felt something was different.

Maybe it was because Yu Tingzhi didn't look at him through the camera, or maybe it was because the purpose of this sketch was not so simple. In short, Meng Chi sat on Yu Tingzhi's bed and smelled the familiar scent of the ocean. It was unnaturally tense.

Every time Yu Tingzhi raised his eyes, he felt that those eyes wandered over him as if they had substance.

After a few strokes, Yu Tingzhi noticed that Meng Chi was not in the mood. He stopped the brush, looked at him for two seconds, and suddenly said, "Why is your master angry when you haven't finished talking?"

Meng Chi didn't expect him to mention this suddenly. After a moment of silence, he said in a helpless tone, "There are quite a few reasons."

Yang Zhengfeng didn't say it clearly that night, but how could Meng Chi fail to understand the point beyond words?

For example, Master said that they did not have to participate in those high-end activities at Leisurely Tea House, and told him to avoid associations with Mr. Chen, just to beat him to stop climbing the dragon and the phoenix; another example is to ask him to use more snacks in the tea ceremony, and stop always thinking about those messy fruits. Drinking is to tell him not to invert the severity; it also tells him to be less used to Yang Zile, and not to listen to his urging to mess around together.

Meng Chi only went through these reasons in his mind, he didn't intend to tell Yu Tingzhi everything, but just said casually: "It's because I made fruit tea on the stage in the store."

Yu Ting raised his brows lightly, and then lowered them slowly. He looked at Meng Chi who was sitting in the middle of the bed with his knees propped up, and asked, "Does he think your attitude is frivolous? To tea art."

This time it was Meng Chi's turn to raise his eyebrows, and he looked up at Yu Tingzhi with a look of surprise in his eyes, as if he didn't expect Yu Tingzhi to instantly understand what he meant.

If Chen Yan heard this, he would definitely say that his master has something wrong and make a fuss out of a molehill.

Sure enough, an artist is an artist, and there is a commonality in the perspective of seeing people and things.

"Yes." Meng Chi nodded with a smile, and said in thought, "My master is different from my master. He treats tea art very strictly, and it can be said that he respects it very much. He doesn't like those fancy tea drinks, such as the hot ones now. When he sees the tea sold in those milk tea shops, he will shake his head and say that it has made the tea lose its original taste."

Meng Chi imitated Yang Zhengfeng's tone and said "violence", which made Yu Tingzhi laugh out loud.

"Yang Zile always said he was old fashioned and stubborn." Meng Chi laughed and continued, "I sometimes feel that way, but I understand better that Master has his own ideas and pursuits for tea art."

Meng Chi thought of what Master said. He said that Master should now have an answer to "What is tea art?"Meng Chi thought, maybe he also knew what the master's answer was.

"Tea, for him," while speaking, Meng Chi lay down on his back, looked at the ceiling and continued to complete the next sentence, "probably——it is an elegant and undefiled work of art."

During the first class, the master told him what tea art is.

He said that the term tea art first appeared in the Tang Dynasty, and it was not until the Song Dynasty that it became popular. There was a standardized ritual process, and then it continued to evolve. There were higher standards for tea, water, and the environment, and it has been passed down to this day. , developed into a modern tea art.

He said that tea art in a broad sense, as Yu Tingzhi said, is a manifestation of tea culture, such as the study of knowledge related to tea, a series of principles and principles of tea production, manufacturing, management and drinking methods, etc. .

He said that tea art in a narrow sense refers to the skill of how to brew a pot of good tea and the art of how to enjoy a cup of good tea, which is the embodiment of the elegant artistic conception in the whole tea tasting process.

Tea art masters spread and explain tea knowledge through etiquette and standardized tea art performances, appreciate the color, fragrance, and shape of tea one by one, uphold the spirit of tea people, cultivate one's morality and self-reflection.

Meng Chi remembered the last paragraph most clearly, because he had countless senior brothers and sisters, but none of them did it.

Some of them gave up halfway and went to find another way out; What self-cultivation.

"What about you?" Yu Tingzhi who had been listening quietly asked suddenly, "What is your pursuit of tea art?"

Meng Chi came back to his senses from the memories, only then did he realize that Yu Tingzhi had already walked to the edge of the bed, kneeling on one knee on the edge of the bed, looking down at him,

"Me." Meng Chi thought of what Yang Zile said the night he returned from his master's house, "What is the purpose of learning tea? Isn't it just to make money?"

On this point, Meng Chi and Yang Zile have an ideological resonance.

Perhaps it was because Yu Tingzhi looked at him with too much focus, as if there was something seductive in his eyes, Meng Chi confided in his heart by accident: "Actually, I am a layman, and I first learned tea art from my master, just to have a place to stay and make money."

Speaking of this, Meng Chi chuckled lightly, revealing a little sarcasm: "Up to now, this idea has not changed."

Alcohol flooded Meng Chi with emotions. His eyes were blurred, and there was a slight sadness between his brows. As the drunkenness surfaced, his cheeks were covered with a layer of crimson. Under the light, the color of his lips was particularly gorgeous. , showing an ambiguous provocative meaning.

Especially when he was still lying on Yu Tingzhi's bed, Yu Tingzhi's gaze, which was looking down at him, was unconsciously darkened.

Hearing Meng Chi's answer, a slight smile appeared on his face.Seeing it, Meng Chi raised his eyebrows slightly and asked, "Are you laughing at me?"

Without waiting for Yu Tingzhi's answer, he narrowed his eyes slightly, and said in a strange way: "That's right, a fairy-like artist like you must despise my vulgar ideas."

Yu Tingzhi looked at him for a few seconds, then bent down slightly, put his hands on Meng Chi's side, and pulled him under him.

Meng Chi's eyes dimmed, and he could only see Yu Tingzhi's bright and deep eyes. He heard Yu Tingzhi deny in a lower voice than usual: "I'm not an artist, I'm also a layman."

While speaking, the warm breath brushed Meng Chi's face, blending with his breath, and the smell of wine mixed with the scent of the sea, gradually fermenting, brewing an ambiguous atmosphere.

"You are greedy for money, and I am lustful. I asked you to come up, not to paint you." Yu Tingzhi looked into Meng Chi's somewhat blurred eyes, and continued, "I want to fuck you, Meng Chi."

After staring at each other in silence for a moment, Meng Chi grabbed the front of Yu Tingzhi's nightgown, pulled him towards him and at the same time raised his head and kissed his lips.

"Come on then."