Yu Yan was a very tactful person. He simply taught them the operation methods and precautions and then walked away, leaving the space to them.
Yun Pei had actually done this with her mother before, but she was young at the time and it was just for fun. She just made two mud balls and did nothing else.
Mom, on the other hand, would often make something here, and occasionally she would make a small animal out of clay for him to play with. Yun Pei would sit next to her and watch her.
Seeing that he was a little distracted, Qin Mingyuan called him and rubbed his cheek with his knuckles, "What are you thinking about?"
Yun Pei came back to his senses and shook his head, "No, I was just thinking about doing something."
Qin Mingyuan recalled the glued teacup he had seen in his room, and said tentatively: "Let's make a cup. Isn't it said that a cup means a lifetime? How about we make a cup for each other?"
Yun Pei looked up at him, and felt as if he had guessed what he was thinking. He paused and nodded, "Okay, make a cup."
After making the decision, Qin Mingyuan tied on the apron. He had broad shoulders and a narrow waist, so he didn't look funny wearing it. Instead, it looked like he had added a fashionable item.
Yun Pei fully understood why Aunt Zeng always sighed and said how great it would be if the other person was her model. The man's figure was indeed so good that he looked like a supermodel.
Seeing his eyes staring at him without blinking, Qin Mingyuan felt pleased. He picked up another apron and helped him put it on, saying, "Does it look good?"
Yun Pei came back to his senses and looked away, "It's pretty good."
Qin Mingyuan curled up the corners of his mouth, and reached around behind him to help him tie the straps. After that, he lifted him up from the wheelchair and placed him on the stool prepared next to the pottery wheel.
Seeing that he wanted to start first, Yun Pei did not refuse. He took the clay, kneaded it simply, added some water, and put it on the pottery wheel.
The potter's wheel is automatic. The clay will deform when you put it on it and touch it with your hand. It is a little difficult to master. It is not as simple as it looks when others do it.
When you start studying something new that interests you, you will unconsciously become focused on it, and Yun Pei is no exception.
He was so immersed in shaping the clay that he didn't notice Qin Mingyuan dragging a stool and sitting behind him. He put his arms around his waist and rested his chin on his shoulder, watching his hands' movements comfortably.
Perhaps because of his artistic talent, Yun Pei learned things quickly. After mastering the feel and techniques, he was gradually able to sculpt decent shapes.
He was so happy that he wanted to share it with the man. When he moved his body, he realized how intimate their current posture was. His ears turned red. "What are you doing?"
While speaking, he glanced around. In fact, the place where they were sitting was an inconspicuous corner, and the only direction that could be seen by others was placed with a pot of green plants to block the view.
But Yun Pei was still a little embarrassed and struggled. Qin Mingyuan held his waist and patted him to comfort him, "There are only two of us here, why are you so nervous?"
Yun Pei didn't reply. Seeing that he was so calm, he had to stop paying attention to their postures and changed the subject: "I think I learned how to shape my body."
"Yes, I saw it." Qin Mingyuan sat up straight and reached out to touch the back of his hand. "Can you teach me, Teacher Yun?"
Their current posture reminded Yun Pei of the plot of a certain movie. His ears felt hot and he shook his head slightly to dispel the image. He tried his best to concentrate on placing the man's hand on the spinning clay.
"Be gentle with your movements. If you move too hard, it will easily deform."
He wanted to get into a serious teaching state, but Qin Mingyuan wouldn't let him do that. He moved his fingers, inserted them into his fingers, and their hands intertwined.
Yun Pei's hand trembled, and the clay that had finally formed a cup shape was out of shape. He was ashamed and angry, and turned around and said, "Qin Mingyuan, don't mess with me."
He was so angry, but Qin Mingyuan just thought he was cute. He put his chin on his shoulder and chuckled, "I'm not making trouble. I just want to experience your teaching more deeply. I didn't expect it would be so easy to do bad things."
Yun Pei didn't believe what he said. He knew he did it on purpose. He opened his mouth to say something else, but someone kissed his earlobe gently.
"Aren't we here for a date today? Shouldn't we enjoy the time we're spending together?" Qin Mingyuan held his hand tightly. Both of their hands were covered in mud and were slippery.
Yun Pei swallowed the protest that was about to come out of his mouth, then he remembered that they were on a date today. It didn't matter what they made; what mattered was the time they spent together.
He began to feel a little guilty, lowered his eyes and retracted his fingers. He was just too used to being alone and doing things. Although they were together now, the man had to work and they didn't have much time to spend together.
Therefore, I cannot say that I am particularly adapted to the contact between two people. I often feel shy about intimate things and can't help but refuse, which always makes people feel dissatisfied.
But they are lovers, hugging, kissing, and doing these things are natural. He always feels that men are going too far and always bullying him, but maybe he is the one "bullying" him.
It's natural to want to have intimate contact with your lover, but he just can't let go.
"What's wrong?" After saying that, the other party began to be dazed. Qin Mingyuan gently rubbed his face to remind him to come back to his senses.
Yun Pei turned to look at him and shook his head, "It's okay."
After a pause, he rubbed the man's face back.
Qin Mingyuan was stunned by his rubbing, then his expression softened, and he took the initiative to kiss his hot earlobe.
Yun Pei did not hide this time, and let him be intimate with her for a while before turning back to look at the cup that was slightly out of shape on the pottery wheel. Qin Mingyuan sat behind him, his tall and strong body just hugged him in his arms, his palm against the back of his hand, and he adjusted the shape of the clay as he moved.
After sitting together for a long time, Yun Pei got used to his presence and no longer felt uncomfortable as he did in the beginning. Occasionally, he would hold his fingers and tell him what to do.
Qin Mingyuan enjoyed this pure time together as a couple. His mind was not on making the ceramic cup. He would kiss the other person's cheek or earlobe from time to time.
"Did you listen to what I just said?" Yun Pei obviously noticed that he was not paying attention, and held his hand and temporarily moved away from Tao Ni, "I feel like I'm the one guiding you."
Knowing that he was trying to coax him, Yun Pei felt a little helpless, but he could feel that the other party was in a good mood, so he didn't say anything else.
Feeling his indulgence, Qin Mingyuan's smile deepened. He pinched his fingertips, which were slippery due to the clay, and asked, "Do you want to continue?"
He had to do it, and Yun Pei didn't care whether he had learned it or not, and just let him slack off.
Making pottery is quite time-consuming. It was their first time and they spent almost the whole morning on it. However, the finished product was satisfactory, at least it did not turn into any weird shapes.
"Do you want to draw something on it?" Yun Pei looked at the two bare cups that were separated and placed on the small table next to them, and couldn't help but feel the painter's soul.
Qin Mingyuan certainly had no objection, and they each took a cup and started creating.
"It's not baked yet, be careful not to touch it directly with your hands."
Yun Pei gave the other person a warning, and only looked away when he saw him nod. He paused before thinking about what to draw, and first carved the word "Yuan" on the bottom of the cup. Perhaps, just like his mother said, he could hold the other person in his palm.
Noticing his little movement, Qin Mingyuan moved his gaze from the young man's cup to his face. Seeing his eyes smiling for some unknown reason, the corners of his lips also curved up. He retracted his gaze and engraved the word "Pei" on the bottom of the cup.
In order to give each other a surprise, they sat a little further away and drew on the cups, avoiding each other's sight.
Qin Mingyuan has seen many paintings, but this is his first time to actually try his hand at painting. He is a rigorous person and a bit of a perfectionist, so he paints very seriously.
Yun Pei painted as fast as ever and put down his paintbrush after a while. A Q-version little lion appeared on the originally bare wall of the cup. It was so cute and adorable that he couldn't help but chuckle.
Hearing his laughter, Qin Mingyuan looked up at him and asked, "What did you draw that made you so happy?"
Yun Pei shook his head without answering and asked him, "Are you done with it?" "Not yet, almost there." Anyway, he would be able to see it soon, so Qin Mingyuan did not ask more questions and lowered his head to concentrate on his painting.
Yun Pei didn't rush him and waited for him quietly for a while.
When the man put down his pen, Yun Pei quickly leaned over and looked over. Seeing a cluster of green grass leaves on the surface of his cup, he was moved, "Mimosa?"
"Yeah." Qin Mingyuan nodded, moved to his side and looked at him, raised his eyebrows, "You like lions so much?"
"Because it looks like you." Yun Pei curved his eyes.
"This one looks similar too?" Qin Mingyuan pointed at the silly-looking Q-version little lion.
Yun Pei smiled and leaned on his shoulder, nodded, and her soft hair brushed against his cheek.
Considering how he acted like a spoiled child to him, Qin Mingyuan could barely agree with this stupid lion.
He wanted to touch the young man, but when he saw that his hands were still dirty, he put them down and said, "I'll go wash my hands first, and then I'll come and take you there."
Yun Pei was still sitting on the small stool. Qin Mingyuan's hands were dirty and it was inconvenient for him to hug him, so he planned to clean himself up first.
"Well, the bathroom is on the right." Yun Pei nodded and pointed him in a direction.
Qin Mingyuan stood up, spread his hands, walked in the direction he pointed, and found the bathroom sign.
When he entered, he saw Yu Yan standing by the sink smoking. He nodded and greeted him. The other party gestured to the cigarette in his hand, and he said, "It's okay."
Yu Yan smiled when he heard this, lowered his head and took another puff of cigarette, then looked at the tall man standing in front of the sink, slightly bending over to wash his hands, and said, "I feel that Xiao Pei has changed a lot these few times he came here."
Seeing that he wanted to chat with him, Qin Mingyuan raised his eyes and met his gaze in the mirror.
"I didn't know where this change came from before," Yu Yan paused and looked him over, "I finally understood after seeing you today."
Qin Mingyuan rinsed the clay off his hands, pressed some hand sanitizer into his palms and continued to scrub them while listening to him speak.
"After his mother passed away, his condition was very bad," Yu Yan took a puff of cigarette, slowly exhaled the smoke, and then said, "He became very silent, with no smile on his face. When he was alone in the corner, he looked particularly gloomy."
He shook off the ashes of his cigarette. "I once thought that he might have some serious psychological problems, but he was stronger than I thought. He always supported himself and didn't fall down. But I can't say whether this state is good or bad."
His words reminded Qin Mingyuan of Yun Pei when they first met.
"At that time, I even wondered if it would have been the best ending for him if he had gone with Yu Qing." Yu Yan said this and shook his head as if sighing about something.
He put out the spark on his cigarette next to the trash can and threw the butt in. "But now I am glad that he is still alive."
Yes, fortunately he is alive. Qin Mingyuan pressed the faucet switch and the water stopped abruptly. Because he is alive, he can meet him.
Yu Yan raised his hand and patted his shoulder, "Boss Qin, I can see from Xiao Pei's state that you treat him very well and you really like him. I hope your love will last forever."
Qin Mingyuan could smell the cigarette smoke on him, but he didn't brush his hand away. He just turned his head and looked at him and said, "When we get married, I hope you can come and have a drink at the wedding."
Yu Yan understood what he meant, withdrew his hand, smiled and nodded.
(End of this chapter)