Chapter 309: Old Shadows and Traces

"If you want to seduce people, it's best to unbutton a few more buttons on your shirt..." Zhang Querong said in a crazy voice on the other end of the phone.

Chen Baiyang became more and more confused the more he listened, and couldn't help but ask back, "But when we normally wear clothes, it's popular to unbutton two buttons. If we unbutton two more buttons...wouldn't that expose our belly buttons?"

Really, when he should be smart, he is so silly and stupid, and when he shouldn't be smart, he is so shrewd!

Almost getting mad at his good brother for his divergent thoughts, Zhang Querong quickly picked up the thermos cup on the tea table and took a big sip of water to calm himself down. Then he sternly said, "Don't worry about such details. Do you understand what I mean by understanding?"

"Oh..." Chen Boyang responded blankly.

“In short, you should try to be as natural as possible while seducing the other party - it is best not to let the other party know that you are seducing him, and then wait for the seduced party to take the initiative. In this way, we can be invincible…” Zhang Querong chattered on and on about a lot of “experiences” he had summed up, which made Chen Boyang stunned and nodded repeatedly.

"Oh right, the most crucial thing is..." After finishing the prelude and preparing to enter the main topic, Chen Boyang suddenly said, "Oh no, the sound of water has stopped, Mary should be coming out, I'm hanging up first!"

It took less than two seconds for the call to be hung up. Zhang Querong listened in amazement to the busy tone after the call was hung up. After thinking about it, he finally put down the receiver in his hand.

He looked up inadvertently and suddenly felt that the red dress he was wearing in the mirror seemed like he was doing it for someone else.

At the same time, there is also a bit of the style of a poor matchmaker who helps others to get together while he can only join in the fun from the sidelines.

That's not right. How could a matchmaker look like this? When she was in a hurry to drink water, she didn't pay attention and a small puddle of water dripped onto the left side of her chest, wetting her bright red lace shirt. At first glance, it looked like a bloodstain spreading from her heart.

I was stunned for a while, trying to pull up the corners of my mouth to make an arc, trying to pretend that I didn't take anything to heart...

"Your smile... is so ugly." After a long while, he looked at himself in the mirror and said very slowly.

And in front of the hotel mirror on this side of the long road, Chen Boyang looked at himself in the mirror quietly for a while, then slowly raised his hand.

One by one, and then one by one - he buttoned his shirt, uncharacteristically, all the way to the top button.

Soon, Su Yun came out wearing a bathrobe.

While wiping her half-dried long hair, Su Yun glanced at the uncovered gap in the curtains. Seeing that it was still drizzling outside, she couldn't help but mutter, "Why doesn't the rain stop..."

"Spring rain is like this. It may rain for several days and nights." Chen Baiyang looked away slightly and responded softly.

His self-proclaimed politeness, but in fact, particularly uncomfortable attitude in the eyes of others, aroused Su Yun's curiosity: Normally, Chen Boyang is the most polite in conversations. When others are talking, he will subconsciously look over and listen to what they say attentively...

Only tonight, I didn't dare to look her in the eye - let alone look her in the eye, I basically didn't even look at her from the front.

For a moment, the only sound in the room was the sound of Su Yun using a hair dryer to blow dry her hair. The sound of the hair dryer brought a hint of activity to the silent scene.

Feeling that her long hair was about 80% dry after being blown dry, Su Yun put her hands in her hair again and combed it a few times. While feeling the fluffiness of her hair, she also tested the dryness of her hair: Well, it's almost done.

When Su Yun stood up to put the hair dryer back on the shelf, he suddenly noticed a small gap between the shelf and the wall. There was an umbrella stand inside, and inside the umbrella stand was a classic black long-handled umbrella.

"So there's an umbrella here. If I had known, I would have taken it back and washed up at my place..." Su Yun stretched out his hand and took out the umbrella.

"Is there an umbrella there?" Seeing Su Yun suddenly take out an umbrella from the corner of the wall, Chen Boyang, the owner of the room, was a little confused.

"You've lived here for so long, but you still don't know what's going on in your environment?" Su Yun was surprised, and then seemed to have thought of something and felt relieved. "That's right, if you knew, you wouldn't behave like this."

"Usually there is someone to help me clean the room, so I don't pay much attention..." Chen Boyang lowered his head embarrassedly.

"Okay, I won't tease you anymore. I'll go back early while the rain isn't too heavy - it's already past twelve o'clock." While Su Yun picked up the umbrella, he looked up at the wall clock.

Seeing that Su Yun was really about to leave, Chen Boyang was excited and stood up immediately: "You... don't leave yet!"

"Eh?" Su Yun, whose right hand was already close to the door handle, turned around when he heard the voice.

"You are still wearing..." Chen Boyang didn't finish his words and turned his face away.

Because of this almost subconscious action, his ears, which were glowing red, were exposed without reservation.

Su Yun looked down at her bathrobe, and casually pulled up the collar to cover her collarbone, not knowing whether to laugh or cry: "No way, you've seen me in a swimsuit before - that one has much less fabric than this one."

In contrast, she had also seen Chen Boyang, Zhang Querong and others wearing only swimming trunks.

But this is not a glamorous scene: this group of guys who think they are young and have no limits, one or two of them go swimming during the hottest and sunniest time of the summer, and they don’t like to apply sunscreen. Every summer, they all become as dark as if they were sold to a coal kiln and worked diligently to dig coal for several months. When they go on stage and poke under the camera, my goodness, if you turn on less than two lights, you can’t capture their eyes, ears, mouths and noses. Only a row of big white teeth and the stage lights used as embellishments shine against each other...

But then again, Chen Baiyang's body, which he has trained through years of swimming and fitness, is indeed not exaggerated. In the Hong Kong entertainment circle, which does not pay much attention to body management, he is a typical example of someone who looks thin when dressed and has muscles when undressed.

On the surface, Zhang Querong, Zhong Buluo and others seemed to be healthier than him, but in fact, when they took off their clothes, one could see that underneath their clothes, they were just slightly swollen and flabby due to their busy work and irregular meals.

Of course, when they need to show their bodies, they will still exercise honestly instead of pretending to have fake chest and abdominal muscles like those young handsome guys in later generations. However, once they relax... for example, Zhang Querong, who can't control his gluttonous nature, can even develop a small belly.

On the other hand, Chen Baiyang, who looks like a weakling and whose clothes are always hanging around, emerges from the swimming pool with muscles all over his body due to his previous “lazy” work attitude and habitual exercise. It is said that the reason why his clothes always appear to be a few sizes larger than his body is that he wants to have a body like a bodybuilder, so when buying clothes, he usually buys two sizes larger to “motivate” himself…

I don't know what Su Yun thinks of this behavior in her heart, but Chen Boyang has already explained it in a discontinuous manner: "It's just... in short, these two are different."

"Okay, I understand what you mean." Su Yun looked at him with a smile, "I just forgot for a moment. I just called the front desk and asked them to send the clothes."

"If that's the case..." Watching Su Yun put down her umbrella and walk back to the sofa by the window, Chen Boyang opened his mouth, and when the words were about to come out of his mouth, he changed direction for some unknown reason, "I made a scrapbook of my past experiences, do you want to see it?"

"Scrapbook? Great." Su Yun, who was originally bored and paralyzed on the sofa in Changsha, had turned on the radio to listen to the program. Suddenly, when she heard that there seemed to be some interesting gossip to watch, her eyes immediately lit up.

"Then wait a moment, I'll get it out." Chen Boyang said as he half-knelt down, opened a dark purple suitcase, rummaged through it, and then took out a leather-covered notebook.

"Come, sit here." With a heart full of memories and a soul full of gossip, Su Yun warmly invited Chen Boyang, who was holding a scrapbook, to sit next to her.

Chen Boyang sat down as Su Yun instructed, listening to the sound of drizzling rain behind him. He gently opened the leather button of the notebook, which was about the size of an A4 paper, and turned to the last page of the scrapbook.

"Wow, you really have collected a lot of photos..." Su Yun pulled the scrapbook towards her with great interest and looked at it carefully. "It's a different feeling to flip through it from the back to the front, as if I were traveling back in time..."

"This is from the recent Golden Melody Awards Ceremony, this is from the TVB Anniversary Gala last year, this is from the charity show Joy at Tung Wah, oh this is also a charity show, but it's the Po Leung Kuk's "Starry Night" and "Platinum Stars"... They are all our photos, it's amazing that you have kept so many."

Not only are they kept in chronological order, but the corresponding time, place and program names are also specially marked. When you flip back one by one, you will feel as if all the old memories are reappearing before your eyes at this moment.

"Hey, hey, hey, someone captured me in the backstage with such a stupid expression while burping while drinking water - you actually kept a photo of it too! No, give me this one, I want to destroy the evidence!" Su Yun flipped through a bunch of group photos and found a photo of a single person. She took a closer look and decided not to look at it carefully.

"Hey, wait, don't be so impatient, just finish reading it first." Perhaps it was the waiting that slowed him down. When Su Yun was about to cut out and tear off the photo of herself in the emoticon package, Chen Boyang decisively took action and blocked Su Yun's action.

"If you're not the 'protagonist', you certainly won't be anxious!" Although Su Yun said that after being influenced by the Internet era, she doesn't mind becoming a member of the emoticon family in the future, but there is still a difference between publishing ugly emoticon photos by yourself and publishing them by others.

Feeling that his long-term efforts might be misunderstood, Chen Boyang let out a long sigh, looked at Su Yun seriously, and said with a rare firm tone: "Finish reading first."

Seeing him suddenly look so serious, Su Yun suppressed her doubts and continued to flip forward. Sure enough, she found several photos of herself alone, including both serious and beautiful photos and non-serious funny expressions...

Su Yun couldn't help but look at the person next to him again.

But this time, he did not say anything. Instead, he gently grasped her hand, held the paper and continued to turn the pages.

There were fewer and fewer group photos, and fewer and fewer group photos or photos of two people, until later, all the clippings became photos of her alone...

As if he had sensed something, when Su Yun wanted to break free from the shackles, he suddenly spoke: "From the beginning, I made this scrapbook just for a 'protagonist'."

As he said this, he grabbed her hand and turned to the first few pages: unlike the previous splicing of photos and clippings, this page only had a sketch drawn on the blank paper.

Bauhinia trees in full bloom, fallen flowers all over the ground, and a boy in a white shirt walking towards the campus with a suitcase...

She recognized the campus—it was the St. Paul's Co-educational High School where she had once attended.

It is no secret in the circle that when Chen Po-yang signs autographs, he will occasionally draw a Q-version monster next to his signature if he has some free time and is in the mood. What people don't know is that he is also a good sketcher.

The memory continues to move forward with the movements of the boy in the painting, passing by the teaching building, passing by the corridor of the music room, and through the uncovered door, one can peek into a first encounter that has been forgotten in time.