aren't we rivals

Because of She Shan's interruption, Meng Chi suddenly realized that what he said seemed a little ambiguous, and when he looked at Yu Ting again, his eyes were not as open as before.

After all, I was still fantasizing about Yu Tingzhi's hands just now, and reacted to him that I shouldn't have.

Meng Chi hurriedly looked away and stared at Song Min fiercely, trying to drive away those untimely reveries.Then, under Song Min's incomprehensible gaze, She Shan pulled her to the edge of the curtain.

This time, She Shan's shooting technique relied almost entirely on light and shadow. He asked Song Min and Yang Zile to close the curtains in the room. required part.

The dim light gave Meng Chi a sense of security and avoided the embarrassment of being naked.He couldn't understand Yu Tingzhi's paintings, let alone She Shan's various manipulations.But he didn't care, he just listened to She Shan's words and kept adjusting his posture to cooperate with the shooting.

But Yang Zile, who was watching from the sidelines, was greatly shocked.

With all the light in the room focused on Meng Chi's back, those leaf veins and flowers became delicate and beautiful under the strong light, as if they had grown from his body.Yang Zile almost forgot to breathe due to the wild vitality rushing towards his face.

The room was dark, except for a ray of light condensed on Meng Chi's body. He was either standing or sitting, leaning or reclining, attracting everyone's attention.

Yu Tingzhi, who was standing in the shadow, also looked at him, and suddenly remembered how he felt when he first saw the group of "Wild Spring".

The young man entangled in thorns has a dirty and sloppy face, but he is still handsome. He undulates among the thorns and vines, like driftwood drifting with the current, his face is numb and calm.Yu Tingzhi saw a stubborn light in his eyes.

It was a feeling that is hard to describe in words.It was as if there was something on him, calling for something, and shouting for something.Yu Tingzhi was attracted irresistibly, and something broke out from the bottom of his heart, shaking and wanting to vent.

It was after this time that Yu Tingzhi, who had always been ascetic, realized that he had an uncontrollable desire in front of a photo, and had nasty thoughts that he couldn't express to a young man he had never met.

Wanted to abuse, wanted to tear, wanted to do something to him.

At this moment, seeing the vivid Meng Chi, Yu Tingzhi still had this kind of thought, which made him excited and tormented.

"Now I can see that it's a camellia." Song Min walked up to Yu Tingzhi's side at some point and said, looking at Meng Chi.

"Fuck, that's awesome." The really fragrant Yang Zile sighed in complete admiration, "An artist is an artist."

Yu Tingzhi didn't speak, but there was a smile in his eyes.

Meng Chi was completely naked, but in the interlacing of light and shadow, others could only see his blurred silhouette, and saw that the painting was miraculously happening on his body.

"I feel like the flower is alive and blooming." Song Min said in a daze, "Brother Ting, your painting is too vivid."

"It's not me," Yu Tingzhi looked at Meng Chi and said softly, "It was he who made the flower bloom."

Song Min was taken aback for a moment, then turned to look at Yu Tingzhi in astonishment.

The weak light was not enough to clearly illuminate Yu Tingzhi's face, and the reflection of the lens just covered his eyes looking at Meng Chi. Song Min couldn't see clearly, but he could see through the corners of Yu Tingzhi's slightly raised mouth. Feel the appreciation in his eyes.

He had never heard Yu Tingzhi praise someone so much.

"Brother Ting," Song Min said absentmindedly, "You seem to like Teacher Meng very much."

Yu Tingzhi withdrew his gaze and looked at Song Min.The angle changed, and the light on the lens of the glasses flashed by. Song Min finally saw clearly the tails of his slightly raised eyebrows, and also clearly saw his calm eyes. He couldn't understand it, but he was inexplicably afraid.

"I, I don't mean that kind of liking, but I like it very much." Song Min continued with a dry smile at the end of his eyes, "As far as I feel, you obviously only met twice, but it seems very hit it off."

He even mentioned Aunt Yu to him when he was painting just now.

Song Min thought about this in his heart, but didn't say it out of his mouth.

In fact, Song Min came here by accident. When he arrived here, Yu Tingzhi hadn't finished the painting on Meng Chi's body. When he opened the door, he heard Yu Tingzhi and Meng Chi chatting.

He saw Yu Tingzhi joking with Meng Chi with a smile on his face. The relaxed and natural look on Yu Tingzhi's face reminded Song Min of the time when Yu Tingzhi was with his brother Song Chen.

I don't know why, but when Song Min saw the cozy scene in the room, he felt a kind of retreat in his heart, and he didn't go in to disturb him, as if there was no room for a third person in that scene.

"Maybe." Yu Tingzhi said, "He is a very interesting person."

The answer was ambiguous and ambiguous, neither knowing what question he was answering nor whether it was an exact answer.

Song Min looked at him for a while, then lowered his head and said nothing.

"What do you think?" Yu Tingzhi suddenly asked again.

"Huh? Well," Song Min said, "Teacher Meng is very professional in tea art, and he is easy to get along with."

"Do you like him?" Yu Tingzhi asked again.

Song Min was startled, and immediately replied: "No, I don't like him."

He didn't think about what kind of liking Yu Tingzhi said at all, but he just intuitively thought that what Yu Tingzhi was referring to was what he thought, after a pause, he took a deep breath and said: "I like——"

"Tingzhi, come here and make up for it."

She Shan yelled loudly, and Yu Tingzhi heard the sound and walked over, leaving behind Song Min who had finished speaking.

He watched Yu Tingzhi walk slowly from the darkness into the light, and walked to Meng Chi's side.

Because of the constant changing of movements, some dried paint on Meng Chi's body also cracked along the skin texture, so Yu Tingzhi could only add wet paint again.

He still used his fingers, but Meng Chi was tired and hungry now, and he didn't have the energy to think about anything, so although he felt a strong touch on his waist, he didn't have the reaction he shouldn't have.

After completing the color correction, the shooting continued, and Yu Tingzhi walked back into the darkness.

After taking a few more close-ups, She Shan asked Yang Zile to turn on the lights and draw the curtains.

"The latter ones were shot with natural light," She Shan said.

It had been a whole morning since the preparation started, and Meng Chi was really a bit hungry. He was still very thirsty, and wanted Yang Zile to bring him a glass of water, but the high school student was too busy doing chores to pay attention to him.In the end, Song Min brought him a glass of water.

"Thank you, I'm dying of thirst." Meng Chi said, "Go back and treat you to dinner."

Song Min smiled: "It's just a glass of water, there's no need to treat me to dinner."

"Why don't you need it?" Meng Chi drank it in one gulp, his dry throat was moistened, and he became much more refreshed. "The kindness of a drop of water should be repaid by the spring. Your glass of water is worth a meal."

Song Min couldn't help but laugh. Just as the phone rang, he took the empty glass from Meng Chi's hand and stepped aside to answer the phone.

Song Min didn't come here specially to watch the filming today, but actually passed by.The roommate has already finished his work and came to urge him to go back and finish the group assignment.Song Min didn't stay any longer, and took another look at the place where Yu Tingzhi was before leaving.

It was already past noon, and it was the time when the sun was the hottest. Yu Tingzhi was sitting on the couch where Meng Chi had been lying on his stomach before, with his head down, not knowing what he was looking at.The sun slanted on him, and he looked very focused.

Song Min walked over, followed his line of sight, and saw that the white cloth was covered with creases, and a lot of paint was scattered here and there, and Yu Tingzhi's finger dipped in the paint was lighting a certain spot.

He moved his finger, and with a few touches, a pink camellia flower that was about to bloom was outlined on the dark white.

"How do you paint on the cloth?" Song Min asked puzzled.

Yu Tingzhi: "Itchy hands."

Song Min: "Okay."

Yu Tingzhi withdrew his hand, rubbed the wetness of his fingertips, and turned his gaze to Meng Chi's direction again.

"By the way, my brother called me yesterday." Song Min looked at Yu Tingzhi's expression, half probing and half telling, "He will return to China in a while."

Yu Tingzhi glanced at him from the corner of his eye, and said casually, "Really?"

"Well." Song Min said, "He should not leave this time when he comes back."

Yu Tingzhi's expression remained unchanged: "This is not very good, so as not to worry the family."

"It's very good." Song Min smiled indifferently.

He didn't speak again, and Yu Tingzhi didn't say anything else. He lowered his head and dipped his fingers in the green paint again, drawing out two green leaves under the pink camellia, making the flower bud more delicate and cute.

The roommate sent another WeChat message to urge him, but Song Min didn't stay any longer, and left here after bidding farewell to Yu Tingzhi.

An hour later, the filming of She Shan finally ended.

"knock off!"

Meng Chi collapsed to the ground and let out a long breath.

"Are you tired?" She Shan's eyes and brows were filled with joy, obviously he had a lot of fun and was satisfied with the shooting.

He glanced at the spring scenery outside the window: "If it weren't for the low temperature, I really want you to roll around in the tulips."

"Hey, don't." Meng Chi rolled his eyes, "I won't do any extra money, I'm exhausted."

She Shan laughed twice, looked out of the window and said with emotion: "It's a pity that we can't shoot exterior scenes in today's weather."

Meng Chi: "It's a pity for you, brother, I won't accompany you."

"Fuck you," She Shan kicked him on the leg, "You don't even have full hair, you call me brother in front of me?"

Meng Chi sneered, spreading his long legs, and glanced down at his lower body covered by the blanket: "Why don't you see if it's all there?"

When She Shan heard this, she immediately jumped up and scolded him: "You fucking rascal, you, I'm not gay."

Meng Chi was laughing non-stop, and when he was laughing happily, a shadow suddenly cast in front of his eyes, a tall figure appeared above Meng Chi's head, and Yu Tingzhi looked at him disdainfully, "Aren't you hungry?"

Hungry, starving to death.

"Go take a shower, come over to eat after washing." Yu Tingzhi said.

I don't know if it's because of the angle, but Meng Chi always felt that Yu Tingzhi's face was a little gloomy.His stomach was growling, so Meng Chi had no choice but to get up and take his own clothes to take a shower.

Yu Tingzhi didn't use acrylic paint, but plant paint, so it was easy to clean, and Meng Chi could clean it himself.

There should be no permanent residents in this house, and the toiletries are all disposable. Meng Chi is used to using unscented body wash, so he picked and picked the ocean fragrance. After washing, he smelled the same as Yu Tingzhi.

When he was wrapping around a bath towel and getting ready to get dressed, Meng Chi suddenly noticed that his white underwear had a lot of paint on it, obviously he couldn't wear it anymore.

Just as he was wondering whether to put it in neutral gear, there was a knock on the door suddenly.

It's Yu Tingzhi.

"Your underwear seems to be dirty, wear mine." Yu Tingzhi brought a pair of black underwear, but seeing that he didn't pick it up, he said, "It's new, I haven't worn it."

After he said that, Meng Chi naturally reached out to take it.However, after the handover of underwear was completed, Yu Tingzhi had no intention of leaving.

Meng Chi glanced at him sideways, thinking that you didn't leave because you wanted to see me put on your underwear in front of you?

Yu Tingzhi was indeed looking at him, but his eyes fell on the side of his face near the earlobe.

"You..." As soon as Meng Chi opened his mouth, Yu Tingzhi suddenly took a step forward, stretched out his hand and rubbed behind Meng Chi's ear.

Just after taking a shower, there was still warm water vapor floating in the room. Compared with Meng Chi's body temperature at this time, the temperature of Yu Tingzhi's fingers could be considered cool.

This bit of coolness was tainted by water vapor, and Meng Chi's brows trembled violently at the passing stimulation.

"You didn't clean it here." Yu Tingzhi spoke first.

"Really?" Meng Chi reached out and touched the back of his ear. While his hand was wet, he did feel the paint that hadn't been washed off. "I can't see it. I didn't pay attention. I'll wash it off."

Yu Tingzhi looked at him and asked, "Do you want me to help you?"

"No! Don't bother." Meng Chi immediately refused. Realizing that his tone was blunt, he slowed down and added, "I'm not useless."

Yu Tingzhi didn't move, but still looked at him quietly, watching the skin behind his ears turn from pink to crimson.

"You are very sensitive." Yu Tingzhi said suddenly.

Meng Chi's heart trembled. Thinking of his previous reaction, he couldn't help but feel a little guilty, but when he turned his head and saw the smile on Yu Tingzhi's face, his guilt suddenly turned into anger.

"Teacher Yu," Meng Chi yelled, and then he approached provocatively and retaliatingly, and at the same time glanced under Yu Tingzhi, "You don't seem to have any concentration."

You can look hard at my photos.

Yu Tingzhi narrowed his eyes, stared at him for two seconds, and then chuckled: "Hurry up and wash it."

After he finished speaking, he turned around and walked out. When he closed the door, he suddenly turned his head and said: "The underwear may be a little big, but it shouldn't affect it."

Meng Chi: "..."

Ok?

Is he looking down on me?

After a moment of silence, Meng Chi picked up the pair of underwear and gestured for a moment, then threw it back abruptly.

Damn, it's older than him.