aren't we rivals

Song Chen on the side watched them whispering and whispering, his eyes dimmed for a moment, and after a while he suddenly called out "Mr. Meng": "What do you think? Is this word considered a work of art?"

"Huh?" Meng Chi was slightly stunned, met Song Chen's rather deep gaze, raised his eyebrows and asked back, "Mr. Song thinks that Mr. Zhang is not an artist?"

"No," Song Chen shook his head, "That's not what I meant."

Meng Chi smiled, half joking and half serious: "Since Mr. Zhang is an artist, his works are naturally considered works of art."

Song Chen looked at him silently for two seconds, then smiled gently, and said calmly: "Mr. Zhang can be regarded as a generation of famous masters in the study of tea science, but if it is because of his achievements in this area, he will agree with all his works. They are all works of art, isn't it a bit generalized and exaggerated?

"For example, this piece of calligraphy, whether it is in terms of the style of the strokes or the charm of the spirit, cannot be regarded as a masterpiece, let alone a work of art."

Meng Chi raised his eyebrows slightly: "Mr. Song is very good at calligraphy."

Song Chen laughed, and glanced at Tingzhi: "I've been with Tingzhi for a long time, so I need to understand a little bit."

Meng Chi narrowed his eyes, and glanced at Yu Tingzhi from the corner of his eye.

"It is often said that art has no boundaries, but I think that art has boundaries, or the threshold is more appropriate." Song Chen said, looking at Yu Tingzhi, and continued, "Someone told me that art is Wonderful creations are treasures created by artists after suffering, thinking, and imagining a series of painful processes. It is not like a stone that can be seen everywhere for a casual passerby to discover①.

"It's common in Lower Riba, but there's very little snow in spring.

"There are thresholds for art, and there are also thresholds for appreciating art. To fully understand art and appreciate art, you can only let yourself go through the creative process experienced by artists. If you want to discover, perceive, and experience with your heart, you must understand the corresponding knowledge. Possess a keen power of observation and a creative imagination."

Chen Yan was stunned when he heard that, he pulled Song Min and asked him in a low voice: "Is your brother crazy?"

Song Min said helplessly: "He's like this. He used to talk more exaggeratedly with Brother Ting, and I couldn't understand a word."

Chen Yan: "..."

Song Chen glanced at Meng Chi, and said: "If the ideological class is not unified, it will not be possible to appreciate the same beauty, and it will be impossible to understand the artist's soul. Such a distance is prone to conflicts. Even if it can be shortened temporarily, it will not be possible. Avoid it altogether."

Meng Chi frowned and listened, the smile on his face faded away, revealing a thoughtful expression. After a while, he raised his eyes and nodded in agreement: "You make sense."

Chen Yan secretly thought that it was not good, and said in his heart that if it was compared to culture, wild 0 really did not have the slightest advantage.

"Ahem," he cleared his throat, and suggested, "Aren't you hungry? Let's go eat."

Meng Chi had no intention of arguing with Song Chen, and Song Chen didn't continue to say anything. Even if he silenced Meng Chi, he didn't feel the slightest pleasure in his heart. Instead, he felt like punching cotton. Bend.

After finishing the visit to the Tea Culture Museum, Yu Tingzhi gathered the students and packed them up for the teacher in charge of the afternoon activities, and went to have lunch with Meng Chi and the others.

Meng Chi was relatively familiar with this place, so he found a restaurant with good taste. There were five of them, and they took two taxis.After Chen Yan acted sensible, he managed to keep Meng Chi and Yu Tingzhi where they were, waiting for the second car.

Meng Chi's eyebrows were still wrinkled until he got into the taxi, and when the car started, Meng Chi suddenly said, "Mr. Yu, you are the person Song Chen was talking about, right?"

Yu Tingzhi was stunned for a moment before he realized what he said, nodded his head and hummed.

"When I was in college, I participated in a debate competition, and the theme was 'Art has no boundaries'."

Meng Chi propped up his hands and looked out the window, his gaze became a little erratic, and he said softly, "Really?"

Just when Yu Tingzhi was about to say something, Meng Chi suddenly turned his head again: "Do you also think that art should be high-spirited and easy-going, high-spirited and low-spirited, instead of going to every household and appreciating both refined and popular?"

Meng Chi's expression was as usual, but the little worry that had appeared between his brows when he was looking out the window just now hadn't dissipated, and was caught by Yu Tingzhi.

He suddenly thought of the night of sketching, when Meng Chi talked to him about his master's pursuit and views on tea art, his expression was somewhat similar to that at this time.

"Are you referring to tea ceremony?" Yu Ting asked after watching him for two or three seconds.

Meng Chi was stunned for a moment, and then he laughed: "Mr. Yu, are you the roundworm in my stomach?"

It was probably because he could already ascertain Yu Tingzhi's thoughts, so Meng Chi didn't take what Song Chen said very much into his heart.

On the contrary, these words reminded him of the difference in thinking between him and Yang Zhengfeng. If Yang Zhengfeng hoped that the tea art would be high-spirited and easy-going, then Meng Chi hoped that both elegance and vulgarity would be appreciated and that a hundred flowers would bloom.

That's why he fell into thinking, but he didn't expect Yu Tingzhi to know what he was thinking.

Yu Tingzhi: "Yesterday, She Shan mentioned to me that you told him not to think about making a promotional video for the time being, so I pushed it back in advance. I guess you are worried that your master will get angry about it again."

Meng Chi's heart moved slightly, and he turned his head to look at Yu Tingzhi.

To be honest, Meng Chi didn't like the feeling of being seen through by others, but when he looked into Yu Tingzhi's quiet eyes, there was only a warm sense of appropriateness in his heart, a subtle heartbeat of being understood.

"You know that your master will be angry because of these things, but you are still trying a little bit." Yu Tingzhi said slowly, "You acquiesced in Yang Zile's use of the Internet to promote, accept the negative influence the Internet has brought to you, and bear the burden. The anger that the master doesn't understand is just because you have your own persistence.

"You want the tea art culture to be seen by the public, and you want Youran Teahouse to increase its income, and you want to maintain it, or not affect your master's pursuit."

As Yu Ting uttered his conjectures word by word, the smile on Meng Chi's face gradually subsided, and his originally scattered pupils gathered together a little bit, staring at Yu Tingzhi in front of him, as if staring at himself in his heart .

After Yu Tingzhi finished speaking, Meng Chi didn't speak for a long time. After a while, he laughed lowly: "Teacher Yu, why do you know everything?"

Yu Tingzhi raised the corner of his mouth slightly, and said with a smile: "I just keep looking at you."

If it was said that Yu Tingzhi's analysis just tore through Meng Chi's heart like a sharp sword, then this sentence might be a warm current, flowing little by little, brushing over the softness in his heart.

"Art has never been classified as high or low. Whether it is elegant or popular, it is essentially just their own understanding of life, and it is impossible to judge who is right and who is wrong." Yu Tingzhi said, "This is actually a philosophical question."

Meng Chi immediately thought that in addition to teaching art history, Yu Tingzhi also taught philosophy.

Not only an artist, but also a philosopher.

Yu Tingzhi looked at him: "With the development of society, nothing is static. Just like in the teaching of Chinese painting history, although there are some traditions such as 'imitation, imitation, imitation, imitation', it is actually more important. The most important thing is that painters can carry forward the spirit of innovation on this basis and adapt to the changes of the times, thus evolving various painting styles and schools. Tea art should be the same."

Meng Chi nodded slightly: "You're right."

Yu Tingzhi raised his eyebrows and remained silent, inexplicably feeling that these four words were not so pleasant, just like what Meng Chi used to perfuse Song Chen just now.

Meng Chi laughed, and then said: "Actually, I didn't think too much about it at the beginning. I would do whatever my master told me to do. Every day I thought that I could make money sooner if I learned it well. Then one day I suddenly discovered that learning tea from my master There are fewer and fewer people, the master is getting older, and there are no young faces in the shop."

"When I was learning handmade tea with Shigong, Shigong said that no one could persist in learning his tea-making skills for many years. In the past five years, I was the only child who persisted in learning it, probably because of this, Shigong What a preference for me."

Speaking of this, Meng Chi laughed, and then he said slowly: "Later I watched a documentary, which quoted a sentence from Director Shan of the Palace Museum, he said, 'If we don't act in the way of young people, To express history, then we will lose young people, and young people will also lose history.' I just thought about it a little bit, after all, young people are the biggest consumer group."

Hearing the last sentence, Yu Tingzhi laughed lightly, and said, "You're right."

Meng Chi clicked his tongue, shook his head half jokingly and half seriously, and sighed, "Money is really hard to earn."

"Yes!" The taxi driver who had been silent all the way suddenly answered. He looked at the two side-eyed people in the back seat through the rearview mirror, and said in a rough voice, "I'll listen to you two talking all the way." I don’t understand, but I understand this sentence, it’s right, money is hard to earn~”

Yu Tingzhi and Meng Chi couldn't help laughing, they looked at each other and laughed lowly, and the dull atmosphere in the car relaxed.

The driver still wanted to talk to him, but the destination was already in sight, so he could only pull over and let them get off, hoping that someone could chat with him for the next order.

Although Meng Chi had booked the restaurant, he didn't stay long. Jiang Hong called him and said he needed help with something urgent. Meng Chi ate something and left the restaurant.

After the meal, Chen Yan didn't stay any longer, and planned to have some fun by himself. Song Min looked at his brother and Yu Tingzhi, and finally decided to let Chen Yan take him with him.

Chen Yan was unwilling at first, but later he brought Song Min along for some reason.

The homestay Song Chen booked was near Jianghong's villa, so he went back with Yu Tingzhi.

"Tingzhi, when did you and Meng Chi meet?" Song Chen asked.

Yu Tingzhi thought for a while: "Two months ago."

Song Chen didn't seem to have expected that the time would be so short. Surprise flashed across his eyes. After thinking about it, he asked, "Is it because She Shan found him as a model?"

Yu Tingzhi shook his head: "Because of rear-end collision, he hit my car."

Song Chen twitched the corner of his mouth: "Is that so?"

"En." Yu Tingzhi nodded.

Song Chen didn't say anything more, and the two walked forward in silence.

After Song Chen went abroad, although Yu Tingzhi had no relationship with others, he had no contact with Song Chen either.But they have known each other for many years, and the relationship between the two is very good. During the holidays, when Song Chen returns to China, he will still have contact with Yu Tingzhi.When they met again after returning to China this time, they were not so awkward and unfamiliar, they got along like ordinary friends, and they still had common topics to talk about.

Song Chen didn't think there was any problem at first, until he saw Meng Chi, and saw the eyebrows and eyes he had seen on some drawing papers many years ago.

Facing Yu Tingzhi's appearance with Meng Chi, he suddenly became uneasy, and even found it difficult to maintain his self-cultivation, and his words became extreme.

"Meng Chi, is he the one you drew?" After a long time, Song Chen mustered up the courage to ask this question, "During college."

Yu Tingzhi glanced at him sideways, then nodded: "It's him."

This answer was not surprising at all, but Song Chen still had the feeling that the dangling knife had finally dropped, and the breath stuck in his throat was vomited out with difficulty.

Song Chen squeezed out a calm smile: "Then you..."

Yu Tingzhi looked back at him, and guessed what he wanted to ask from his expression, so he answered calmly: "We are not together yet."

"Really?" A gleam flashed in Song Chen's eyes, but soon he noticed that Yu Tingzhi used "not yet", which means he has such a plan.

"He doesn't like men?" Song Chen sparked a glimmer of hope again. He knew what kind of person Yu Tingzhi was, and hoped that Yu Tingzhi's desire for Meng Chi would not be enough for him to break the principle and pull non-humans into the water. .

"No, it's because he's a bit hard to chase," Yu Tingzhi twitched the corners of his mouth, with a smile on the corners of his eyes and brows, and said, "But there should be no problem now."

The author says:

①The fragment of "The Moon and Sixpence" is used here.