aren't we rivals

After washing off the paint on his body and filling his stomach, Meng Chi's uncomfortable energy was completely gone.He rubbed his belly comfortably, thinking that what Song Min said was right, the prawns from Xian Kee were indeed very fresh.

"Brother, brother," Yang Zile ran over excitedly, pulled him away, "go and have a look."

"Your rooster lays eggs, you." Meng Chi said, rinsed his mouth with tea, and asked slowly, "What are you looking at?"

"It's finished!" Yang Zile said, "Sheshan has already finished some repairs, why don't you go and have a look? Damn, the filming is really amazing."

It would be a lie to say that he wasn't curious. After all, two hours ago, Yang Zile had a face full of snort, but now he is overwhelmed when he sees the finished film.It can be seen that Sheshan does have two brushes.

Yu Tingzhi's house is prepared for vacation. It not only has an indoor swimming pool, but also an audio-visual room equipped with the most top-notch display screen.

She Shan's excitement hadn't passed yet, and she couldn't wait to edit the film, so she directly occupied the audio-visual room, holding her laptop and started rough processing.

As soon as Meng Chi entered the door, he saw that the screen was full of himself, sitting or standing, lying or lying on his back. Most of them were close-ups of his back, and only a few of him turned his head and showed his full face.

She Shan moved the mouse to call out the middle one, and praised, "This is really, tsk tsk, a work of art, a work of art. I want to put it in the C position of this exhibition!"

This photo is the only one that Meng Chi took while standing naked.In the photo, Meng Chi turned his back to the camera, turned his body slightly and looked sideways at the same time, revealing his sideways face.

The whole picture is almost completely black, only a line behind the body outlined by light and shadow, and half of the painted painting on his back can be seen.

It seems to be getting out of the darkness, and it seems to be completely integrated into the darkness.In this simple contrast of light and dark, the emerald green on his back is the only color.

Whether it is the lighting or the shooting angle, She Shan chose it very cleverly.So whether it's the calm charm of Meng Chi's face, or the smooth beauty of his figure, they are all vividly displayed.And the finishing touch of that painting—the camellia flower is also highlighted to the extreme.

Meng Chi even had a strange illusion in his heart, as if the painting grew out of his body, and his existence was to provide nourishment for the camellia plant, make it grow, and make it bloom.

Inseparable, indispensable.

Meng Chi didn't know how to describe his feeling when he saw this painting. Before, he just thought it was a mess of paint, but at this moment, the pile of paint seemed to suddenly have vitality, which made him feel a strong shock.

That is beauty, art, and the spring snow that does not eat fireworks.

Not only because of She Shan's superb shooting skills, but also because of Yu Ting's exquisite painting skills.

Thinking of this, Meng Chi's eyes unconsciously looked around to search for Yu Tingzhi's figure, but he couldn't see him, he was not here.

"How is it?" She Shan looked at Meng Chi very proudly, "Are you beautiful by yourself?"

How beautiful is beauty, how can a big man say beauty.

It's not impossible to say that Yu Tingzhi is quite beautiful.

Meng Chi slandered in his heart, and praised sincerely: "It's Mr. Yu who draws well."

She Shan nodded approvingly: "Tingzhi is indeed good at painting. If he becomes a painter, there will be no such thing as a rookie."

Meng Chi sat down beside him, and asked casually, "Then why doesn't he become a painter?"

She Shan glanced at him and smiled slyly: "I'm going to be a calligrapher."

"..."

nonsense.

"His calligraphy is indeed good," Meng Chi said.

"That's right, his grandfather is a master of calligraphy." She Shan said, "Tingzhi grew up beside him, and after studying for so many years, he is naturally not bad."

Meng Chi listened, but his thoughts suddenly went astray.

Yu Tingzhi's growth environment seems a bit strange. He grew up next to his grandfather and took his mother's surname, but his relationship with his mother is not harmonious, and his father is almost invisible.

After a few seconds of distraction, Meng Chi regained his composure. After all, this was someone else's business, so he didn't ask any further questions.

"Actually, Ting Zhi learned traditional Chinese painting from his grandfather's advice. He learned watercolor and other things by himself when he had nothing to do." After a pause, She Shan continued, "Actually, let's say I like painting. I think he doesn't particularly like it either. He doesn't care if he is a painter or not, and he doesn't care much about calligraphy."

It can only be said that he is very talented to be able to draw so well even if he learns by hand.

Tiancai is not only Tiancai, but also a genius.

Meng Chi couldn't help being amazed.He looked at the camellia plant on his back in the photo, and suddenly said: "Actually, I don't have to be a model. With Teacher Yu's ability, he can paint this effect just like any other tea master."

She Shan shook her head repeatedly, but before she could speak, another deep voice answered for him.

"No," Yu Tingzhi appeared out of nowhere, and said without doubt, "It must be you."

Meng Chi turned his head when he heard the sound, just in time to meet Yu Tingzhi's gaze looking at him.

Yu Tingzhi had already taken off his glasses. Under the long eyelashes, there was a dim light in his light-colored pupils, and he couldn't see his expression clearly. All he knew was that his gaze was very focused, as if he only had Meng Chi in his eyes and nothing else.

Being stared at by such eyes, Meng Chi's heartbeat started to speed up, and the hotness seemed to go and come back again, which was tantalizing.

"I wouldn't be able to paint with someone else," Yu Tingzhi said as he walked towards Meng Chi, "I don't want to paint either."

"Why?" Meng Chi blinked, looking forward to his answer, unable to explain why.

Yu Tingzhi cast his eyes on the photo on the screen, and said slowly: "You have a very special temperament, which can arouse my desire to create."

"Yes," She Shan interjected, "otherwise, why do you think I have to arrest you? I'll grab a lot of models with better figures than you."

Meng Chi: "..."

You don't have to say the latter sentence.

Seeing Meng Chi's blank expression, She Shan clicked his tongue to make amends: "You're not bad, otherwise Tingzhi wouldn't have watched you...uh, I really want to create."

Facing Shang Yu Tingzhi's indifferent gaze, She Shan insisted on correcting the sentence "I can't calm down" seriously.

"Really?" Meng Chi said softly.He didn't think there was anything special about him, but since the two artists said so, Meng Chi was very grateful.

One of his problems is that he can't get angry with people who praise him.

After all, no one doesn't like to be praised, especially the person who praises himself is extremely good.

After looking at the photos, it was almost evening.She Shan asked Meng Chi to stay at night and go to a nearby private restaurant for dinner together, and he treated them to guests.Yang Zile had heard of that private kitchen, and the dishes were delicious, so he wanted to eat, but Meng Chi refused.

Du Feng called and said that his daughter had a fever and he had to accompany her on an IV drip, so she couldn't go to the store tonight, but two regular customers wanted to come to the store for tea and asked Meng Chi to entertain him tonight.

He had business to do, and She Shan didn't keep him any longer, and said to Yang Zile: "Then brother, let's go together, you should reward him after a hard day."

Yang Zile swallowed, and looked at Meng Chi like a puppy.

Meng Chi laughed: "Go, come back early."

"Don't worry," She Shan said with a smile, "I'll send it back to him after eating."

Meng Chi had nothing to worry about. Yang Zile couldn't lose him as an adult, so Meng Chi said goodbye to them and got in the car to go back.

When the car started, Yu Tingzhi knocked on his window, and said "Be careful" when he lowered the window.Meng Chi returned him a smile, and drove away from Chaomuli.

Leisurely Teahouse is not crowded at night, except for some regular customers, there are only a few female college students.After Meng Chi entertained the regular guests for Du Feng, he returned to the hall.

A few days ago, his innovative "Tao Li Bao" was quite popular. Those college students ordered a pot of black tea, and when Meng Chi made it for them, they asked why there was no fruit tea on the tea list.

In fact, the fruit tea that Meng Chi was thinking about was not a single item sold in the store, but some gifts.Sometimes there will be guests with children, and children like sweet drinks, so they will give a cup of fruit tea.

Several little girls praised Meng Chi's "Peach is a treasure". Seeing that there was no one around, Meng Chi gave a fruit tea performance in front of them, and finally said that they could make the tea by themselves at home. Come and drink.

"You are so interesting. This tea is not sold, but also taught for free." A little girl laughed and complained, "Opening a shop is still a charity."

Meng Chi smiled: "While opening a shop, do charity at the same time."

The little girls were kept amused by him, and they stayed until the store closed just after nine o'clock before leaving.

When Meng Chi left the teahouse and returned to his place of residence, Yang Zile happened to arrive home, and brought back a large paper bag nearly half a meter wide for Meng Chi.

"What?" Meng Chi took it, "Snack?"

"I don't know." Yang Zile hiccupped, "Teacher Yu gave it just now."

"Yu Tingzhi sent you back?" Meng Chi asked, opened the paper bag, and saw a painting inside.

It is the spring scene in the garden with crabapples and tulips.Previously, this painting was just clipped on the easel casually, but now it has been framed in a simple log-colored frame, and it can be seen that it was specially framed after he left.

Yu Tingzhi said to send him off at the time, but he really did.

Looking at the exquisitely framed painting in his hand, Meng Chi felt flattered.

He took out his mobile phone and sent Yu Tingzhi a WeChat message.

【Teacher Yu】

[Why did you really give me the painting? I thought you were joking. 】

Yu Tingzhi didn't reply, Meng Chi guessed that he was driving, so he put down his phone and went to take a shower again.When he took the painting back to the room, put it on the desk, and lay on the bed by himself, Yu Tingzhi replied the message.

[no kidding]

[Take it if you like it]

Meng Chixin said that I didn't seem to say that I like it, but that the painting is very good.

But it would be impolite for him to directly say that he doesn't like it, so Meng Chi sent a [Thank you]

But no reward for nothing, I...

Meng Chi was still typing on the keyboard, when the other person replied [There is no need to be polite to me].

Meng Chi: ...

What is the relationship between us, why don't you be polite?

Meng Chi inexplicably felt that Yu Tingzhi was a little strange, so he deleted all the words in the input box and changed it to [it's not a question of being polite, but that you will not be rewarded for your merits].

As soon as this sentence was sent, Yu Tingzhi sent a three-second voice.Meng Chi didn't click on the playback, and turned the text habitually.

[Besides, it's not for free. 】

Meng Chi raised his eyebrows slightly, waiting for Yu Tingzhi's next words.

Two seconds later, he sent another three-second voice. Meng Chi wanted to transfer the text again, but when he touched his fingertips, Yu Tingzhi's Qingling voice came from the receiver.

"I wish you would let me draw again."