aren't we rivals

When Yu Tingzhi went to deal with work, Meng Chi called a car and went home by himself.

Off-campus cars couldn't get in, so Meng Chi had to walk to the waiting point at the gate of Zewu University by himself.

When passing through a small road with no one around, Meng Chi suddenly heard the sound of arguing not far away, and the voice sounded very familiar.

Meng Chi leaned over to look curiously, and then saw Chen Yan, who was angrily shouting at the long-haired man walking away: "Zhou Wan, stop!"

Zhou Wan, who was pushing the suitcase in front, continued to walk forward unmoved, Chen Yan could only chase after him angrily, and asked someone, "Please explain clearly to me, what do you mean by 'too poor technology? '?"

"What's there to say? Don't you understand the literal meaning?" Zhou Wan kept walking. Compared with Chen Yan's exasperated tone, his tone can be said to be straightforward and emotionless.

"I'm poor at technology? Who the hell was babbling non-stop last night?" Probably because of the stimulation, Chen Yan's voice became higher and higher, completely forgetting that this was still in a public place.

But as the two walked further and further away, Meng Chi couldn't hear what Zhou Wan said later, but this didn't stop him from completing the big scene in his mind.

It seems that Chen Yan, a veteran in love who claims to be a fierce 1, is disgusted, or he is disgusted nakedly.

No wonder it was like eating gunpowder just now.

Meng Chi shook his head and laughed, instead of gossiping at this time, he pushed his suitcase and left Zewu University.

When he returned to the Jingya community, Meng Chi saw the lights on in the house, remembering that Yang Zile was on holiday today, he didn't think much about it.However, as soon as he entered, besides Yang Zile, there was another Yang Youran in the room.

One was sitting on the sofa, playing with his mobile phone with a stinky face, and the other was lying on the sofa, drinking milk tea and watching TV series.

"Yo, why are you back?" Yang Youran, who was wearing a hoodie and jeans, raised her eyelids and glanced at Meng Chi, before throwing the empty milk tea cup in her hand into the trash can with precision.

"Sister Ran, you sound like you don't want me to come back." Meng Chi put the suitcase aside and sat down on another single sofa.

"I thought you would chase for two more days. Did you catch it?" Yang Youran raised her eyebrows and asked, seeing the spring look on Meng Chi's face that couldn't be concealed by fatigue, she knew it and said with a smile, "That's right, Our little Chi Chi is so handsome."

Meng Chi laughed noncommittally, glanced at Yang Zile who was sulking and ignoring others, and asked Yang Youran, "What's wrong with this kid?"

Yang Youran: "I had a fight with my dad about making a promotional film."

Meng Chi frowned slightly, hissed, and looked at Yang Zile: "Didn't I tell Master about this when I come back?"

Yang Zile pouted unhappily: "It's not like I said it first."

This matter really wasn't brought up by Yang Zile himself, at least he didn't take the initiative to presuppose it in front of Yang Zhengfeng.

With less than a month left before the college entrance examination, Yang Zile, as a senior high school student, was naturally the focus of attention.He had a brief chat with Yang Youran at home this afternoon about his ideas for the promotional film. After hearing a few words, Yang Zhengfeng couldn't hold back and started to be old-fashioned again, telling him not to focus on these things all day long, and driving him to study .

No one in Lao Yang's family has a good temper except his wife, and they often get into quarrels if they don't deal with it.

As the college entrance examination was approaching, Yang Zile, who was already an Alexander, muttered a few words in dissatisfaction, and choked with Yang Zhengfeng like this, and said a lot of disrespectful words in a hurry.

For example, "You are an old-fashioned dictatorship. You always want others to listen to you, regardless of whether what you say is right or wrong. My sister is going to sing, but you won't let me. Let's forget about us, you have to punish Brother Meng Chi for being a model", or "You thought you were a famous tea art master in Zewu now, look at the customers who came to the store during this time , a few are here for you, aren't they all here to see Brother Meng Chi?"

He was so stunned by Yang Zhengfeng that he was speechless, his face was flushed, and he swung the crutch in his hand to beat him.

Yang Zile was still relentless, crying with aggrieved voice: "The reason why we put in so much effort is to make the store's business better, so that it won't go bankrupt under your hands."

Yang Zhengfeng's face was tense, his teeth were clenched, but the stick he swung stopped suddenly in mid-air, and he didn't hit it in the end.

Yang Youran pulled Yang Zile and shut him up with her eyes.Yang Zile was in a fit of anger, but seeing Yang Zhengfeng's angry and disappointed expression, he shut up after all.

Yang Zhengfeng looked at the pair of sons and daughters who were already taller than him in front of him. After taking a few deep breaths, he threw out the crutch in his hand, swallowed his anger and went back to the room.

Xue Qin sighed, pulled Yang Zile over and scolded him, saying how could he talk to his father like that.

Yang Zile blamed himself and felt aggrieved, and ran back sullen until now.

Meng Chi rubbed his forehead with some headache, and glanced at Yang Youran who looked calm at the side: "Sister Ran, you don't even look at him, why don't you just say anything."

Yang Youran shrugged: "There's nothing wrong with speaking, although the tone is a bit harsh."

Meng Chi: "..."

"It's okay. My dad isn't that fragile. We've been arguing like this for so many years. It's fine to go back and offer tea tomorrow and apologize." Yang Youran comforted Meng Chi in a calm tone, and after thinking about it, she said, "But shoot For the promotional video, you still have to ask for his permission, after all, it is his shop."

Meng Chi sighed and nodded.

Naturally, he would not completely disregard Master's feelings and go his own way. It's just that Yang Zile poured fire on him like this, so it may be difficult for him to do ideological work again.

However, before Meng Chi could figure out how to talk about it, Yang Zhengfeng let go of his mouth first.

When Meng Chi was called by Yang Zhengfeng to the stone platform tea table under the sweet-scented osmanthus tree in the yard, he was still thinking about how to speak, when Yang Zhengfeng suddenly asked, "Do you want to debut as a star too?"

Meng Chi: "...Huh?"

"I heard that Ran Ran's agent wants to sign a contract with you to make you a star." Yang Zhengfeng had no expression on his face, and his tone was not ups and downs, as casual as if he was gossip.

"He was joking." Meng Chi let out a relaxed laugh, and added, "Even if he wasn't, I didn't think so."

Yang Zhengfeng raised his eyes to look at him, and asked, "Then what do you want to do?"

Meng Chi had more doubts in his heart, but he could also feel that his master seemed to have changed a bit. He picked up the teapot and poured a cup of tea for Yang Zhengfeng, and then said after deliberation: "I don't have any big ambitions, and I don't have any ambitions." With a clear heart, you can't understand any Tao, you just want to try your best to live up to the skills you have learned."

Seeing Yang Zhengfeng's probing eyes, Meng Chi joked a little, and said, "Have a stable source of income to support yourself. It would be best if you have some surplus."

Yang Zhengfeng glanced at him indifferently, hummed softly, and put the tea cup in his hand on the table, making a crisp sound.

This posture seemed to be a little angry, but Meng Chi didn't feel nervous at all. He didn't miss the slight curvature of Yang Zhengfeng's tightly pursed lips, which showed that his master was not angry, and was even in a good mood.

He didn't say anything, just picked up the teapot again, and poured another cup of tea for Yang Zhengfeng with a standard gesture of pouring tea.

The afternoon breeze carries the heat of the sun, a bit dry but also reveals the coolness of early summer.Brushing the green in the courtyard, raising the elegant fragrance of tea.Fragmented light spots flickered under the shade of the trees, and the master and apprentice sat quietly drinking tea, and the atmosphere was pleasant and peaceful.

It wasn't until Yang Zhengfeng tasted the second course of tea that he spoke again, with a vicissitudes of life.

"Little Chi, you want to make money, so you hired someone to do publicity. There's nothing wrong with that. But if you use yourself as a gimmick, it's like pushing yourself to the forefront, you know?" Yang Zhengfeng looked at him , there was a firm light in the old and cloudy eyes, but Meng Chi saw the concern hidden beneath them.

"I don't want you to be mentioned by your predecessors or colleagues in the industry in the future, and you will only have one sentence, 'Grassing fame, it's not true'."

Another gust of wind blew up, and the warm wind with the aroma of tea brushed across Meng Chi's face, as if entering his body from his slightly dilated pupils, and slid through his heart like a warm current.

He had only experienced this feeling not long ago, when he came back from Xichi to confirm that Yang Zhengfeng was in good health, and clicked on the voice in the family group chat that he hadn't had time to listen to.

It was posted by Yang Zhengfeng before he fell into a coma when the accident happened.He said in a tone of expectation and regret: "You all have to be well, and there is also a teahouse for Xiao Chi."

Yang Zhengfeng's voice when he spoke was consistent with the seriousness of his face. Even when he was confessing his last words, he spoke forcefully, but because of the firmness in his tone, people could feel his regret at that time. .

After hearing this, Meng Chi's eyes were red and tears fell.

After a moment of silence, to ease the soreness in his nasal cavity, Meng Chi raised the corner of his mouth and smiled, his lips moved, and he only said: "I know everything, Master."

"I don't have to keep an eye on you, but you are a good boy. Master hopes that you can make some achievements in tea art." Yang Zhengfeng calmed down, but even so, he was still a little cold. He stood up and faced the tea ceremony. Looking at the sunshine, he continued, "Since you all know, this store will still be handed over to you in the future, so you can do whatever you want."

Meng Chi looked up at his master's tall and stalwart back under the sun, his lips parted, and when he wanted to say something, Yang Zhengfeng turned his head to look over, pointed at him and warned, "But one thing, don't embarrass me!"

The soreness in his heart dissipated like a flood, and Meng Chi smiled knowingly.

"Master, although you said that this store has my share, I have never regarded this place as my store," he said, "This is my home."

How could he not treat his own home with care?