Coach: Coaching the Grizzlies at the beginning, playing the bantam

The steps of Qianfo Rock were shining with morning dew, and Hannah grabbed Lu Yong's wrist and moved up.

The young monk was carrying a bucket to wipe the faces of the Buddha statues one by one. Lu Yong suddenly pointed at a Bodhisattva statue that was missing an ear and asked: "If I worship this before the exam, will it be considered cheating? After all, I will miss some knowledge points."

"Snap!" Hannah's sun hat hit his face.

After receiving free incense in front of the Vimalakirti Temple, Hannah bowed three times, imitating the old lady in front of her. The incense ash fell on her bangs.

Lu Yong was trying so hard to hold back his laughter that he injured himself. He took out his phone to secretly take a photo of her blinking and fluttering, but was caught by the abbot: "Sir, frolicking is prohibited in a Buddhist holy place."

Hannah watched him being punished to sweep the steps with glee while she slipped away to the Wishing Gallery to write on the wooden plaque.

The red ribbon wrapped around "pass the imperial examination" bumped into "have a baby soon". When she was standing on tiptoe to hang the wishing sign, she found a faded wooden sign with crooked words "Lu Xiaoyong visited here when he was seven years old" written on it.

"Hey!" She rushed down the mountain holding the wooden sign, "Did you carve words here when you were a child?"

Lu Yong's broom fell to the ground with a bang - there was a picture of Ultraman fighting monsters on the back of the wooden sign.

The incense smoke from the Jiming Temple at noon was so strong that it was impossible to open your eyes. Hannah was squeezed in among the girls seeking marriage partners and could not move.

Lu Yong fought his way out of the crowd holding two strawberry cones, the cream melting and dripping down his fingers: "If you don't come out, the ice cream will cry for us!"

When the bell rang on top of the Medicine Buddha Pagoda, Hannah insisted on taking a selfie while pulling the bell rope.

The bronze bell rang loudly, startling the dozing pigeons under the eaves of the tower. Lu Yong's baseball cap was hit by pigeon droppings. "It's blessed!" He pinched the brim of the cap and stuffed it into Hannah's bag, "Take it back as a family heirloom."

There was a long queue at the lottery booth, and Hannah was staring at the lottery tube, eager to try.

The moment the bamboo stick popped out, the cleaning lady suddenly passed by with a broom, and the stick was blown into the incense burner by the wind. Only the words "water" and "fate" could be discerned from the ashes. The master who interpreted the stick was unfathomable: "Donor, the secret cannot be revealed."

Lu Yong squatted by the ancient well and washed peaches, watching Hannah chasing butterflies and bumping into the wishing tree.

The lucky bags rained down on him, and he reached out to catch them, but he got a weird one with Pikachu embroidered on it. "The young people these days are really wild in making wishes."

He waved the game card in the bag, "How about we help Yue Lao to top up 648?"

As the sun was setting, Hannah collapsed on the stone bench in front of Linggu Tower and rubbed her feet. "Nine floors! Nine whole floors! The designer has a grudge against the couple, right?"

Lu Yong put the bottle of mineral water on her red cheek and asked, "Who said that he wanted to be the best?"

The spiral staircase was so narrow that one could only pass sideways, and Hannah's sun-protective jacket was hooked on the inscription of an ancestor.

When we climbed to the top of the tower, the setting sun was reflecting off the glass curtain wall of the Zifeng Building, and the incense and neon lights were lingering in the twilight. Hannah suddenly rummaged through her bag to find something: "Where's the fruit I stole this morning? I'm starving!"

"Here." Lu Yong took out a squashed apple with teeth marks showing that it had been bitten. "I just tested the poison for you at the bottom of the tower."

The stone road down the mountain was paved with ginkgo leaves, and Hannah insisted on stepping on the fallen leaves to listen to the sound.

Lu Yong took out the Ultraman wooden plaque he had picked up that morning and tied it to her camera strap: "The master at Jiming Temple said this can ward off evil."

"You big-headed ghost!" Hannah chased him and hit him, scaring away all the sparrows in the tree.

Before the vegetarian restaurant closed, the two of them grabbed the last two bowls of mushroom noodles.

Hannah picked all the coriander into Lu Yong's bowl, and suddenly looked behind him and gasped - outside the glass window, the calico cat she had seen in Qixia Temple was squatting on the merit box and licking its paws.

As the moonlight streamed over the glazed tiles of the beamless hall, Hannah smiled foolishly as she flipped through the photos in her camera: Lu Yong dressed as a monk with a ginkgo leaf on his head, a baseball cap hit by pigeon droppings, and a silhouette of the top of the pagoda twisted into a braid.
"Hey," she poked someone who was studying the bus stop sign, "Are we going to Jiangxinzhou to ride a bike tomorrow?"

The night wind blew the incense ashes across the steps, and the wind chimes on the eaves of the pagoda swayed gently.

At a certain moment, the apple core on the altar seemed to move, just like the guilty look of someone who had eaten it secretly.

The next day, the two decided to go to the hot springs.

The morning mist had not yet completely dissipated. Hannah leaned against the car window and exhaled white air, watching the winding mountain road peel away the layers of city noise.

As the taxi turned the last corner, the wooden archway of Tangshan Hot Spring emerged from the depths of the bamboo forest, and the dew condensed on the eaves just happened to drip onto her fingertips as she leaned out of the window.

"Give me your ID." Lu Yong leaned forward from the back seat, and the scent of minty mouthwash brushed past her ears. When Hannah took out her ID, he pulled the tail of her hair out of the gap of the seat belt, and this action was so natural that it seemed like he had repeated it thousands of times.

The light blue hot spring mist flowed over the bamboo fence, and the waiter handed over two plain yukatas.

Hannah carried the wooden basin through the long corridor of the locker room, and when she opened the door she was instantly enveloped by the smell of sulfur.

The morning light shone obliquely into the lobby through the bamboo curtains. Lu Yong was standing at the intersection of light and shadow, adjusting the belt of his yukata, and the back of his neck was slightly red from the heat.

"Let's go to the open-air pool first?" When he turned around, Hannah noticed that he was still wearing the sandalwood beads he had asked for at Jiming Temple the day before. The dark brown beads were close to his skin, soaked in water vapor and glowing with a warm luster.

The Milk Spring was emitting milky white mist, and when Hannah dipped her toes into the water, she couldn't help curling her toes.

The temperature was just right above her ankles, and she slowly sank down, holding onto the pebbles by the pool. The hem of her bathrobe floated up like a blooming lotus.

Lu Yong entered the water diagonally opposite her and scooped up a handful of spring water to pour over his shoulders: "I heard that the carbonated spring here can relieve muscle soreness."

The shadows of the bamboo swayed and fell on the water, and the two people were separated by a perfect half meter.

Hannah looked up at the sky cut into diamond shapes, and suddenly a drop of cold water fell between her eyebrows - the morning dew caught by the bamboo leaves above just happened to fall. She closed her eyes and felt the drop of coolness dissolving in the hot spring steam, and heard the sound of Lu Yong paddling in the water suddenly approaching.

"Don't move." His voice was mixed with the sound of flowing mountain springs.

Hannah opened her eyes and found that his fingertips were hovering at her temples, plucking a bamboo leaf that had been stuck there at some point.

The veins of the leaves were clearly visible in the morning light, and he gently placed them on a floating wooden pallet.

Hannah couldn't help but sigh as the heat from the slate bath seeped from her back into her limbs.

Lu Yong lay on his side on the adjacent stone slab, with a towel rolled into a pillow under his neck. The outlines of the mountains in the distance were softened by the steam, and a few tits flew over the bamboo branches, and the dewdrops swept by their wings fell into the hot spring pool, stirring up fine ripples.

"Listen." Hannah suddenly lowered her voice.

The hot spring undercurrent beneath the stone slab emits a low hum similar to that of a pottery xun, mixed with the rustling sound of bamboo leaves, as if it were the pulse of the earth coming from ancient times.

Lu Yong's fingertips tapped the stone unconsciously until the two people's frequencies gradually overlapped. Lunch was at the observation deck halfway up the mountain, with hot spring eggs and medicinal porridge in a lacquerware food box.

As Hannah peeled the egg, the yolk flowed onto the porcelain spoon, emitting the light golden color unique to the hot springs.

Lu Yong pushed the barley porridge in front of her. His own bowl was almost empty. "Didn't you say your legs were sore after climbing Linggu Temple yesterday?"

The mountain breeze blew past the copper wind chimes hanging on the eaves, and Hannah looked at the swaying reflection on the porridge.

The wolfberries floating in the porridge were suddenly scooped away, and Lu Yong tapped the edge of her bowl with his spoon: "Don't be picky." When she glared at him, she found that the tips of his ears were red from the heat, and she didn't know if it was the residual heat of the hot spring or for some other reason.

In the afternoon, we went to a private hot spring deep in the bamboo forest. There were a few clusters of wild chrysanthemums blooming beside the pebble-paved pool.

Hannah pulled up her wet long hair, revealing the tiny mole on the back of her neck. Lu Yong's action of diving into the water startled the petals floating on the water surface, and the light pink of the hibiscus rippled along the water to her hand.

"Look at this." He suddenly pulled out a warm stone from the bottom of the pool. Its blue-gray surface was covered with fine holes.

When Hannah took it, the hot spring water seeping from the cracks in the stone just dripped onto the depression of her collarbone. The two of them leaned their heads against each other to study the stone patterns, and the white air they exhaled blended together in the distance.

The dark brown water of the herb pond was scented with wormwood, and Hannah passed the time counting the notches on the bamboo joints by the pond.

Lu Yong's sandalwood beads were placed on a bamboo rack on the shore. The light sound of the beads touching each other mixed with the sound of mountain springs made people drowsy.

She looked down at her fingertips floating on the water, and was suddenly touched by something - it was the ceramic cup handed to her by Lu Yong, with two green plums sunk at the bottom of the cup.

As dusk fell, we moved to the stargazing pool and curled up on a lounge chair wrapped in a heated towel.

There was still a lilac glow in the sky, and when Lu Yong came over with the ginger tea, she was wiping her glasses with the corner of a towel. He took the glasses very naturally and checked the lenses in the light of the poolside lantern, and the mist formed fleeting circular spots on the mirror surface.

Paper lanterns floated by the Night Spring Pool, and the warm yellow light dyed Hannah's ears red.

She rested her chin on her folded arms, watching Lu Yong's figure diving into the pool, shattering the starlight in the pool. In the distance came the sound of a three-stringed zither, and at a certain moment, his posture of floating out of the water and shaking his head reminded her of the boy hiding from the rain under Qianfo Rock.

When she returned to the rest area, Hannah discovered that her clogs had been switched around at some point.

Lu Yong squatted down to help her adjust it, but she stepped barefoot on the still warm bamboo floor. The moonlight passed over her wet footprints, like a string of transparent flowers gradually blooming.

"It's time to go back tomorrow." When Lu Yong pulled the dried hair out of her collar, his fingertips accidentally brushed the small mole on the back of her neck.

Hannah looked at the mountain path outside the corridor illuminated by moonlight, and suddenly hoped that this autumn rain would never stop - at least let the hot spring mist all over the mountain stay for a while longer, and let the pulse of the earth under the stone slabs beat for a few more hours.

The night wind carried the scent of the herb pond across the corridor. In an unnoticed corner, two pairs of wooden clogs were still switched left and right, with the toes pointing toward the moonlit mountain road, as if waiting for the next opportunity to set off.

The morning light had just gilded the Ferris wheel at Hongshan Zoo when Hannah rushed to the ticket gate holding a panda headband.

"Slow down! The ice cream is melting!" Lu Yong chased after him, carrying a dripping ice cream cone, and his sneakerlaces left two water trails on the ground.

The glass curtain wall of the panda house was crowded with little kids standing on tiptoe. Hannah used her height advantage to raise the camera above her head.

The round black and white ball was rolling around with a bamboo shoot, and suddenly turned over to reveal its pink and tender flesh pads. "Ahhh, it's waving at me!" She pulled Lu Yong's arm and shook it wildly, but the camera captured the moment when the snot bubble of the little boy next door burst.

Lu Yong took advantage of the chaos to pin a panda hairpin on her ponytail: "This way you'll look more like a local." Hannah was about to take it off, but the keeper happened to pass by pushing a hay cart.

The panda cub stood up by holding onto the iron railings, and the whole place was suddenly filled with a chorus of children singing, "Mom, look, it's standing up."

In the fragrance of eucalyptus leaves in the koala garden, two koalas folded into a ball of fur on a tree branch.

The little girl in overalls waved her mother's mobile phone desperately: "Are they sleeping in each other's arms?" Hannah followed Lu Yong's example and leaned on his shoulder pretending to sleep, but she jumped up because of the cold dew dripping from the treetops.

"Dear tourist, please do not imitate animals." When the security guard came over with a loudspeaker, Lu Yong was hiding the eucalyptus branches that Hannah had secretly broken behind him.

A gray little head suddenly popped out of the tree hole - a kangaroo cub jumped and bumped into Hannah's calf, with half a carrot sticking out of its pouch.

At the Giraffe Square, Hannah's arms were sore from holding the leaf feed, but the giraffe flew gracefully over her head and accurately took away the celery branch from the little boy behind her.

"It's picky about food!" The little boy stamped his feet in anger. Hannah took the opportunity to stuff her leaves into his hands: "Do you want to cooperate?"

Lu Yong held up his phone to record this scene: the kid in a dinosaur jumpsuit was supported by Hannah's waist, trembling as he lifted the leaves over his head. The moment the giraffe's eyelashes brushed the child's hair, the shutter sound and the exclamation sounded at the same time.

The feed was scattered all over the floor, and the little dinosaur was crying and looking for its "eaten fingers". Hannah was fumbling to show him her intact fingertips.

The two came to the penguin house. The air-conditioning was so cold that Hannah hid behind Lu Yong. There was a blue light swaying in the glass tunnel.

A flock of penguins suddenly swooped over their heads, their chubby silhouettes reflected in Hannah's wide-open eyes. A little girl pressed her face against the glass, swaying left and right with the penguins' wobbly steps, the fur edge of her down jacket hood brushing across Lu Yong's camera lens.

"Look at the one that's fallen behind!" Hannah pointed at the penguin chick that was at the end.

The little fellow flapped his wings to chase the large group, but he slipped and fell into a black and white dumpling, causing the children outside the window to clap and laugh.

Lu Yong suddenly discovered that Hannah was also clapping along, and the panda hairpin on her wrist left an afterimage as she moved.

Next was the otter pond. The wooden plank road was hot from the sun. Hannah squatted by the water and imitated the otters in rubbing their faces.

Three greasy little guys surfaced in a line. The fattest one suddenly shook its head, and water droplets splashed accurately into Lu Yong's coffee cup.

"Freshly ground, hand-brewed otter flavor." Hannah nearly fell into the pond with laughter. When she was dragged back by the collar, she happened to see a little boy on the other side of the bank spraying water with a water gun to cool the otters down.

When the keeper appeared with a bucket of fish, the otters in the pond immediately pricked up their ears.

Hannah followed the children in counting the number of times they had fed the fish. When she got to the seventh fish, she suddenly got stuck - a greedy fish secretly swallowed two more. The little girl in the princess dress burst into tears on the spot: "It cheated! We need to send it to school!"

Parrot Forest, colorful feathers brush against Hannah’s sunhat and budgies land on the plate of nuts she holds.

Just as Lu Yong was about to remind her to be careful of bird claws, a clear child's voice came from above his head: "Sister, you idiot! Sister, you idiot!" It turned out that the sunflower parrot on the swing high up was imitating the strange cry of a little boy making faces at his parents.

Hannah angrily taught the parrot to say "Lu Yong idiot", but was led by the flock of birds.

The whole forest was filled with the sound of "Stupid!", and even the squirrels napping on the branches were startled and their fur stood on end.

When the administrator came over with a megaphone to maintain order, Lu Yong was already laughing so hard that he couldn't hold on to the camera tripod. (End of this chapter)