aren't we rivals

How could this be written by Yu Tingzhi?

Isn't this old Mr. Yu's apprentice?Yu... Yu Tingzhi... Shall I go?

"Are you Mr. Yu's apprentice?" Meng Chi asked in surprise.

Hearing that Yu Tingzhi's slanted eyebrows raised slightly, "He is my grandfather."

Grandpa.

But why a surname?

Such a doubt flashed in Meng Chi's mind, but when he thought that there are many people who follow his mother's surname now, this is not a strange thing, and Meng Chi didn't pay much attention to it, just thinking that Yu's family is a famous scholarly family in Zewu , no wonder he can afford several luxury cars.

"You know my grandfather?" Yu Tingzhi looked at him and asked.

Of course not.

When the teahouse was being refurbished, a friend of Yang Zhengfeng sent a tea couplet, which was the one hanging in the main hall of the store, and said it was made by Mr. Yu.Meng Chi didn't even know what Mr. Yu's full name was. Although there was a signature under the tea couplet, it was written so flamboyantly that Meng Chi still couldn't recognize it.

"Old Mr. Yu is very famous, I've heard of it." Meng Chi said, with a smile on his lips, "No wonder you write well."

The writing was still very good just now, but when I heard it was written by Yu Tingzhi, it immediately became good.

Tea art pays attention to leisure and ease, which gives people an illusion that people related to tea are gentle and polite, without showing their sharpness.But Meng Chi is obviously not. He has an easy-going personality, and he still has the competitive spirit of a young man in his bones.

This is even more so in the field of love. If he knew it was written by Yu Tingzhi at the beginning, he would definitely not comment.

"Brother Ting not only writes well, but also draws well." Song Min interjected, "After he finished his doctorate at XX Academy of Fine Arts, he was going to stay in school. Poached here and taught at the Academy of Art."

Although Meng Chi never went to university, he still knew about the top art schools in China.He suddenly understood why the aura around Yu Tingzhi was so otherworldly.

It's no wonder that Song Min respects him so much, whether it's his family background or his own excellence, Yu Tingzhi is too dazzling.Thinking of this, Meng Chi suddenly felt a little strange.

"Awesome." Meng Chi praised repeatedly, then changed the subject, and said to Song Min, "No wonder you want to take Teacher Yu's class, try to be selected next semester, and be his student."

Don't be anything else.

Song Min couldn't hear what he meant, so he sighed with hope, and went to see other tea sets.On the other hand, Yu Tingzhi stood there, watching Meng Chi quietly with an intriguing gaze.

"Mr. Meng, you said before that it's best for a novice to choose a tureen, right?" Song Min walked to a row of tureen shelves and picked up a white porcelain tureen.

"Tsk, why are you calling me teacher again?" Meng Chi said.

Song Min squeezed a smile and said tentatively, "Then, Brother Meng?"

"Happy as you want." Meng Chi said with a smile. He walked to Song Min's side and took the tureen from his hand. "The tureen is more versatile. It can make any kind of tea, and it's easy to clean."

Song Min nodded: "It's easier to clean than a teapot."

Calligraphy and painting, Meng Chi is a layman, he can only see the shape.But he knows a lot about tea sets and even tea culture.In order to regain ground in front of Song Min, Meng Chi also talked about the origin of the gaiwan, "Gaiwan is a tool for making tea that has been used since ancient times, also known as the Sancai bowl. There are bowls, and the ancients took the meaning of heaven, earth and people."

Meng Chi admitted that Yu Tingzhi's excellence does not mean that he will be afraid of the excellence of his opponent. He will not pretend to understand what he does not understand, and he will not show off what he understands too much. It's as simple as that.

"But it also has a disadvantage - it is easy to burn your hands," Meng Chi said, "so when choosing it, you should pay attention to it. The glaze should not be too thin. The one you have is a bit thin."

Meng Chi glanced at the many tureen, and picked up a white tureen with rice milk handprint, "This thickness is very suitable, and the mouth is turned out so that it is easy to hold. The most important thing to prevent scalding is actually to hold the bowl." Way."

"I know that. You said before that if you want to use Wen's hand grip①, you often use this technique." Song Min said, then picked up another white porcelain tureen, and used the thumb and middle finger of his left hand to hold it. On the edge of the bowl, lift the gaiwan, then spread the four fingers of the right hand to support the bottom foot, and hold the lid button with the thumb.

But when he picked it up with his right hand, the bowl cover slipped out and nearly fell, but Meng Chi caught it quickly and wrapped Song Min's hand in his palm.

Although the heating was turned on in the room, the cold hands did not warm up so quickly, so Song Min's hands were still cold, only softer than porcelain bowls.

"Why are your hands still so cold?" Meng Chixu shook his hand, feeling some itchiness from Song Min's finger bones rubbing against his palm.

And the temperature in his palm was also transmitted to the skin on the back of Song Min's hand. Song Min suddenly came back to his senses, and quickly withdrew his hand as if being burned, "I'm born with cold hands and feet, it's fine."

Meng Chi let go of the situation, closed the tureen, looked at Song Min's slender and cold hands, "Your hands are too small, this way of holding is not suitable for you. Try this three-finger holding method②."

As he spoke, Meng Chi stretched out his right hand, with his index finger slightly tilted to rest on the lid button, his thumb and middle finger stuck on both sides of the rim of the cup, and he easily lifted the palm-sized gaiwan.

"Just be careful not to touch the bowl when you hold it, just try."

Song Min watched his fingering carefully, and picked a smaller tureen to try.

Meng Chi stood beside him, at a not too close or far distance, and occasionally gave pointers, and occasionally stretched out his hand to teach him to adjust his position. Although he didn't hold hands again, there was still some physical contact between his movements.

Because of Chen Yan, a senior friend in the circle, Meng Chi knew about Song Min's sexual orientation a long time ago.I also know that I can't act too hastily now, so I have a good sense of proportion, almost keeping it between kindness and intimacy, so that it will not make people feel disgusted.

All this fell into Yu Tingzhi's eyes.

He could see that Meng Chi had a bit of a competitive mentality in front of him.But at the same time, he could also feel that Meng Chi's actions and words still maintained his usual calm style, without the slightest pretentiousness, not annoying, but rather interesting, just like seeing a Only the peacock with its beautiful tail feathers is quietly showing off its advantages.

Yu Tingzhi watched and listened quietly. At this moment, he knew Meng Chi and thought that he was very suitable for the profession of tea artisan.

The gaze that fell on Meng Chi was neither light nor heavy. Although it was no longer the uncomfortably sizing up that he did when they first met, Meng Chi still felt a little uncomfortable being stared at for a long time. Come.

After two or three minutes, he couldn't hold back and said, "Teacher Yu, don't you want to see the vase?"

What are you always looking at me for?

Yu Tingzhi: "There is no suitable one."

Did you read you.

Meng Chi slandered inwardly, but offered a gentle suggestion: "Why don't you come and see the tea set too? You can ask me if you don't understand."

Yu Tingzhi nodded, and finally turned his attention to the porcelain on the mahogany stand.

Song Min on the other side answered the phone, went to the door and whispered about the homework with his roommate.Meng Chi didn't bother him, his eyes wandered aimlessly among the porcelain, and then focused on the only living thing in the room other than him.

Yu Tingzhi stood in front of the dead wood tea table in the hall, leaned slightly, and reached out to pick up a green and black tureen of "tea powder".Tea powder is a name for a type of porcelain, because the surface of the porcelain has large and small dark spots of the same color attached to the top along the bottom feet, from light to dark, from light to thick, very similar to tea powder, hence the name.

Yu Tingzhi's skin was fair, and the contrast was very obvious when he picked up the bowl, which made his hand as cold and white as jade. Meng Chi could hardly look away after just a glance.

In the past, he just fantasized about how beautiful this hand is holding the tureen, but now that he sees it, he thinks it is even more beautiful than he imagined.Looking at it, Meng Chi was still thinking wildly in his mind, if Yu Tingzhi was interested in tea art, maybe he could take Yu Tingzhi as his apprentice. Get started.

Thinking of this, Meng Chi even looked at Yu Tingzhi more and more pleasing to his eyes. As his thoughts drifted away, his eyes unconsciously shifted to Yu Tingzhi's face, starting from the face carefully carved by Nuwa, See the whole little by little, and then go back to the hands.

In good conscience, Yu Tingzhi's appearance alone is enough to seduce people's hearts, not to mention that he also has a pair of perfect hands, Meng Chi was a little fascinated by it.

"Does it look good?"

The sudden sound brought Meng Chi back to his senses, his eyelashes trembled, and he met Yu Tingzhi's gaze. He didn't know when and how long he looked up.

"It's beautiful." Meng Chi didn't feel the slightest embarrassment of being caught, and calmly praised the tureen, "This 'tea powder' looks very good."

Yu Tingzhi looked at him for two seconds, then changed the tureen to another hand, and moved it towards the window sill.

Porcelain can only fully see its beauty under normal sunlight. The dark color on the surface becomes transparent in sunlight, just like jade. This is the best porcelain.

"However, we seldom use this kind of dark teacup now. Japanese tea ceremonies use it more." Meng Chi walked over and stood beside him, admiring the porcelain bowl together with the sunlight coming in from the window sill.

His gaze seemed to be on the gaiwan, but his attention was on Yu Tingzhi's hand.

When Meng Chi taught Song Min how to hold the tureen, Yu Tingzhi should have listened to it. At this time, the way he held the tureen was exactly the same as Meng Chi's usual way of serving soup.

In the sun, the veins on the back of his hands are obvious, which inexplicably echoes the color of the gaiwan.The raised bone line on the back of the hand is more powerful and beautiful than Song Min's hands. It can be said that Meng Chi's hands are the most satisfying at present.

"You still know Japanese tea ceremony?" Yu Tingzhi looked sideways at him.

"'Ordering tea③' is originally a thing of our country. They like to use black tea bowls, isn't it because "the color of the cup is expensive, green and black"④." Meng Chi laughed.

Under the sun, his smile is bright, and the ruffian between his brows has become ostentatious because of his cultural self-confidence.Yu Tingzhi looked at him, a warm light flashed across his light-colored pupils, and even his heartbeat seemed to slow down.

Song Min on the other side suddenly let out a frustrated "Ah—" and Yu Tingzhi looked back. At this moment, he suddenly realized that he had lost his mind for a moment while looking at Meng Chi.

Song Min was still squatting in front of the courtyard and making a phone call, probably due to a problem in the group assignment that made him depressed, his palm-sized face was wrinkled together, and while he was talking, he grabbed the grass that had sprouted in front of the courtyard in displeasure.

Meng Chi looked at him with a soft smile on the corner of his mouth, but within two seconds, his smile froze at the corner of his mouth.

Because Yu Tingzhi suddenly asked: "Meng Chi, do you like men?"

The question came unexpectedly, and Meng Chi's eyes showed an unbelievable dull look, but he quickly blinked, and regained his composure.

When the curled eyelashes were raised again, his eyes did not dodge at all, he looked directly at Yu Tingzhi and asked, "Aren't you too?"

Yu Tingzhi still kept his expressionless expression, but his slightly lighter eyes suddenly became a little dark, making his gaze very heavy.

The silence at this time is tantamount to acquiescing, and the two of them tacitly agree.

Meng Chi didn't continue the question with him, and when he was about to walk away, Yu Tingzhi suddenly said, "You should not be suitable."

Hearing this, Meng Chi turned his head and frowned.

Meng Chi was generous enough not to feel offended by the blunt question about sexuality just now.It was inappropriate to make this judgment now, but it made Meng Chi feel a little uncomfortable.But he still asked calmly, "Why?"

Yu Tingzhi looked back and forth between the two of them, then put down the gaiwan in his hand.

At this time, Meng Chi suddenly remembered something.

That was when he first met Chen Yan.Chen Yan said that he has an aura that makes people want to conquer him very much.In the circle, except for the weak and weak 0 who will regard him as 1, everyone else should regard him as wild 0.

So Yu Tingzhi is treating him as the next one?

The unhappiness in Meng Chi's heart suddenly dissipated, he gave a "tsk" and called out "Teacher Yu" in a slow tone.

"You may have misunderstood." When Yu Tingzhi looked over again, Meng Chi laughed and said, "Actually, I'm used to being on top."

The author says:

Teacher Yu: That's it.

Both ① and ② are a way to hold a tureen. (If you are interested, you can Baidu)

③Ordering tea—a tea art style that became popular in the Song Dynasty.

④ "The color of the lamp is green and black, and the one with the jade hair is the best." It comes from "Grand View Tea Theory" written by Song Huizong Zhao Ji, also called "Tea Theory".It means that blue and black are the most expensive, and it is best to have the luster of rabbit hair under the moonlight, which is the so-called rabbit hair lamp.

In the Song Dynasty, it was better to order tea with white foam, so dark teacups were used.

The Japanese tea ceremony was first handed down from the Song Dynasty.