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

As Hannah held the bottle and was surrounded by lambs, her tweed skirt was covered with grass clippings.

Just as Lu Yong was taking the picture of her embarrassing scene of being butted on the butt by the goat, he suddenly felt a tugging sensation at his trouser leg - the twin sisters were playing cat's tuck with his shoelaces.

"Big brother, please lower your head." The little girl in the pink skirt held up grass leaves and stuck them on his head. Hannah took the opportunity to stick a "High-quality Feed" sticker on his back.

A loud cry was heard in the distance. It turned out that a child was spit on by the alpacas who were snatching food from him.

Hannah took out some orange gummy candies from her bag to try to coax the little birthday girl out of her life, but was mistaken for a "candy-giving fairy" by the girl wearing the birthday crown.

When Lu Yong broke out from the flock of sheep and found her, she already had five shiny little hairpins on her head.

As the sunset dyed the flamingos orange, Hannah leaned on the railing of the observation deck and ate panda roast.

Lu Yong suddenly pointed at her bulging canvas bag and asked, "Did you smuggle some leaves from the zoo?" A piece of eucalyptus leaf was indeed exposed from the zipper, but upon closer inspection, it was actually a green hairband.

When the Ferris wheel reaches its highest point, the entire zoo becomes a colorful puzzle under your feet.

Hannah pointed to the reflective spot on the top floor of the panda house and said, "Look! The keeper is giving Tuanzi special treatment!" Warm lights were swaying in the glass windows, and vaguely one could see the black and white fur ball rolling around with its bottle of milk.

The music from the carousel gradually faded, and the little boy in the dinosaur costume fell asleep on his father's shoulder.

Hannah quietly stuffed the remaining carrot strips into the trough in the goat pen when she was suddenly grabbed by Lu Yong's wrist. He held a wrinkled Polaroid camera between his fingers, which showed the moment when the boy next door's snot bubbles burst when the panda "waved" at her in the morning.

As the street lights came on one after another, the shadows of the two people overlapped to form the shape of a giraffe at the exit.

Hannah was humming a tuneless song while rocking a panda headband, with star-shaped sequins stuck to the ends of her hair that some kid had pasted on her.

The night wind swept across the empty feed truck, bringing with it a few long, low sounds of animals, as if saying goodbye until next time.

When the morning light filtered through the gaps in the curtains, Lu Yong's eyelashes trembled before he realized it.

Amid the subtle hum of the air conditioner, Hannah's hair happened to touch his Adam's apple as she slept curled up like a shrimp, and her breathing caused a fine itch. He tried to hook the thin blanket at the end of the bed with his feet, but he knocked over the can of Coke that he hadn't finished last night.

"Ding—" The sound of the aluminum can rolling onto the wooden floor made Hannah open her eyes suddenly. The moment her forehead hit the other's chin, both of them burst into tears in pain.

"Is this how you do your morning exercise?" Hannah covered her head and rolled to the edge of the bed, her lower back against the cold TV remote control. Lu Yong rubbed his chin and touched his glasses. There was still a piece of potato chip crumbs on the lens from playing games last night.

The ten o'clock sunlight made the takeout plastic bag transparent, and the steam from the shrimp dumplings condensed into white mist in the air-conditioned room.

Hannah sat cross-legged on the carpet, not realizing that two of her pajamas buttons were out of place, and was poking the soy milk seal with the tip of a chopstick: "I want to watch a rerun of Animal Management!"

"Rejected." Lu Yong pushed the fried dumplings and vinegar saucer in front of her. "A person who was chased three ways by a goat at the zoo yesterday is not qualified to read animal-themed movies."

The blue light from the projector startled the sparrows on the windowsill, and the title of an old movie danced on the plain wall cloth.

Hannah secretly put her feet under Lu Yong's sweater to keep warm. When her toes touched his waist, the Switch in his hand almost fell into the salad bowl. "Murdering your husband?" He pinched her cold ankle, and the warmth of his palm made Hannah throw the pillow at his face.

The afternoon rainstorm came unexpectedly, and the floor-to-ceiling windows were instantly turned into a waterfall cave.

Hannah knelt on the bay window and drew a cat face with her breath, while Lu Yong braided her messy hair behind her, and the hair kept slipping through his fingers.

"Is that a jellyfish you're raising?" He sighed while pinching the rubber band. In the reflection of the glass, the tips of her ears were redder than the cherries in the bowl.

The three o'clock room service bell saved the two from their handmade disaster, and the lava cake on the cart was still sizzling. Hannah held up her phone to take a photo of the cheese, and Lu Yong suddenly reached out to wipe the chocolate sauce from the corner of her mouth: "This food blogger, your lens is crooked."

The rain turned the city into a blur of colors, and the dryer was humming in the bathroom. Hannah was wearing a hotel bathrobe that was two sizes too big, lying on the lazy sofa, hooking her socks around Lu Yong's charging cable and playing with it: "Do you think this chandelier looks like a jellyfish?"

"Like the alpaca you fed yesterday." Lu Yong changed the costume of the game character without looking up. When the little man in the pink puffy skirt was spinning in place, Hannah's feet were already on his shoulders: "Buy this set for me too!"

The evening thunderstorm caused the circuit to trip for two seconds. The moment darkness fell, Hannah threw herself accurately into Lu Yong's arms.

When the emergency light came on, the potato chips in her hand spilled all over him, and the two of them laughed until they were out of breath at the sight of the snack crumbs in each other's hair. In the beam of light from the restarted projector, the raindrops became a falling galaxy.

"Would you like to drink my special Lightning Storm?" Lu Yong shook the red wine provided by the hotel and put three lychees into the shaker. Hannah sat cross-legged on the carpet peeling hazelnuts. The shells formed a crooked heart on the glass coffee table, which was then crushed into an abstract painting by a passing slipper.

A sushi boat from takeout dinner sat in the middle of the mattress, its wasabi so spicy it made Hannah cry.

Lu Yong smiled as he handed her the oolong tea, the rim of the cup still stained with the tiramisu cream he had just secretly eaten. The neon signs outside the window seeped in through the rain and mist, casting flickering spots of light on her eyelashes.

At 9:07, Hannah's toes scratched Lu Yong's calves: "I want to build a castle." So the nuts and snacks in the minibar poured out, beer cans as towers, chocolate bars as bridges, and almond crumbs as the Avenue of Stars. Lu Yong's secretly opened tea bags dyed the moat amber, and when Hannah blew ripples with a straw, he was putting her hairband on the Almond King's head.

The last shower before midnight hit the drainpipe, and the drying white T-shirt exuded the residual warmth of the sun. Hannah nestled in Lu Yong's arms and flipped through the photo album, her fingertips running over the snot-nosed child snapped at the Hongshan Zoo: "This one can be the cover of a wedding invitation."

"What about this one?" Lu Yong showed her a photo of five hairpins on her head on his phone, which earned him an elbow. The lemon tea that was knocked over during the fight soaked the pillowcase, and the citrus scent mixed with the earthy smell of rainwater spread, like some kind of homemade perfume.

Amid the roar of the hair dryer in the bathroom, Hannah danced the waltz in Lu Yong's slippers.

The mirror was fogged up, and the smiling face she drew on his palm was quickly covered by new steam. The red light of a night flight passed by the window, like a slowly moving cherry.

The snack at one o'clock in the morning was a feast of instant noodles, and Hannah insisted on beating a hot spring egg into the braised beef noodles.

As the egg droplets in the soup spread into clouds, Lu Yong was using a potato chip spoon to scoop corn kernels from her bowl. Two mobile phones were playing different eating videos at the same time, and somehow they ended up switching to the same jazz music.

When the rain stopped, Hannah found a suspicious stain on the carpet in front of the floor-to-ceiling window.

Lu Yong used the flashlight on his phone to look at it: "It's the blueberry jam you dropped yesterday."

"It was obviously you who spilled the ice cream!" Amid the argument, the morning light had already spread over the buildings, creating a faint halo on the water stains from last night.

Next to the small mountain of laundry bags, the two of them lay side by side on the carpet, putting together the last piece of the puzzle.

Hannah hooked her toes on Lu Yong's pajamas straps and watched him press the clouds in the gap tightly into the skyline.

As she heard the sound of the city waking up outside the window, she suddenly hoped that this rain would always appear in the weather forecast.

On the last day of their trip to Nanjing, the two went to check in at the famous Tiansheng Bridge.

Before the morning mist had dissipated, the taxi had already entered the winding mountain road of Lishui.

Hannah rolled down the car window, and the fresh breeze from the grass and trees immediately swept away her sleepiness.

After turning the last bend, a natural ochre-red stone bridge splits the valley and hangs overhead. A few rays of morning light hang down from the vine-wrapped bridge, like a belt thrown casually by a giant god in mythology.

"This is the real natural bridge!" Hannah's hand trembled slightly as she held the scenic area guide map, and the paper pages were wet and curled by the water vapor rising from the valley bottom.

Lu Yong took out a waterproof camera bag from her backpack. When she looked up, she saw a drop of dew falling from the crack of the bridge and shattering into tiny diamonds on the top of her head.

The wooden plank road appeared and disappeared in the moss, and Hannah moved towards the center of the bridge holding the rusty iron chain.

The stone bridge, formed by crustal movement billions of years ago, was only a hundred meters long, but she walked on it with great caution at every step - the natural potholes on the bridge surface were filled with overnight rainwater, reflecting the afterimages of birds flying over.

"Legend has it that lovers who walked across this bridge..." Lu Yong had just opened his mouth when the mountain breeze filled his mouth. The second half of the sentence was lost in the force with which Hannah suddenly grabbed the corner of his clothes.

An ethereal sound of dripping water came from somewhere on the bridge, startling a blue-tailed robin living in a crevice in the rocks. The sound of its flapping wings and heartbeat resonated in its chest.

The entrance to the cave after crossing the stone bridge looked like the slightly opened mouth of a giant beast. Hannah grabbed Lu Yong's sleeve and refused to rent a flashlight.

"There's light!" She suddenly pointed at the top of the cave and exclaimed. Fluorite veins were embedded between the billions of years old stalactites, and the faint blue light changed with every step, as if the entire galaxy was crushed by her steps.

Lu Yong's trekking pole hit the stalagmites, making a clear sound like chimes, and Hannah followed along with a tuneless tune.

When passing a falling stone curtain, he suddenly turned around to block her view: "Close your eyes for three seconds." When she opened her eyes again, the fluorescent stick he held illuminated the stone wall - two stalactite flowers nestled together, blooming in an eternal posture in the faint blue halo.

The midday sun split the valley, and thunder was heard before the waterfall was seen.

When they turned the last cliff, Hannah's sun hat was blown away by the wind, and Lu Yong chased the hat into the waist-deep wild flowers. Looking up again, the hundred-meter waterfall was crashing on the ink-colored boulders, and the water mist weaved a rainbow bridge.

Hannah stepped barefoot into the shallow pool, and the koi-like pebbles slid between her toes.

Lu Yong set up the tripod and adjusted the long exposure parameters, but her raised skirt appeared in the frame. The figure under the slow shutter speed turned into flowing clouds and mist, falling into a milky white mystery with the waterfall.

Sitting on the old rattan chair in the teahouse on the mountainside, Hannah was swinging on the homemade wild rattan swing and refused to get down.

The proprietress brought wild hawthorn tea, with a few ruby-red fruit pulps at the bottom of the coarse earthenware bowl. "Swing higher!" she shouted to Lu Yong, and the osmanthus flowers that fell from her hair fell into the tea.

The force with which Lu Yong pushed the swing startled the dried wild mushrooms, and the porcini on the bamboo plate rolled to Hannah's feet.

She bent down to pick it up, but the swing suddenly spun half a circle out of control, and she fell into the warm haystack.

The golden flower spikes were stuck all over its body, making it look like an elf fished out of a waterfall.

As the sun set in the west, they reached the underground river pier deep in the cave.

The kerosene lamp hung on the rotten wooden bow cast a human shadow on the stalactites. The boatman's long pole pushed forward and the ripples shattered the fluorescent Milky Way on the top of the cave.

Hannah reached out to scoop up the light spot on the water surface, and her fingertips touched some slippery creature. She screamed and knocked over Lu Yong's lens cap when she pulled her hand back.

"Compensate me with the Milky Way." He lowered his voice in her ear and demanded. His hot and humid breath startled her and made her bump into the awning.

Amid the rustling of fine fluorite dust, the boatman suddenly started singing the Lishui tune, and the ancient vibrato echoed in the dome of the cave for a long time.

As dusk seeped through the stone steps, Hannah picked up a broken piece of pottery in the crevice of a rock by the stream.

The winding cracks on the green glaze are oozing with cinnabar color, I wonder if it is the result of the thousand-year kiln fire or the gift of the sunset.

“Take it back and use it as a paperweight.” Lu Yong wrapped it in a tissue and stuffed it into the compartment of his backpack. When he turned around, his trouser leg caught on a spider silk thread. On the spider web swaying in the evening breeze, dewdrops were refracting the last rays of sunlight into stars.

When the lights came on in the parking lot at the foot of the mountain, Hannah suddenly stopped.

Tiansheng Bridge is only a silhouette in the twilight. A flock of returning swallows are flying through the bridge hole, their wings cutting through the mist, just like the first glimpse they got on the way here.

Back at the hotel in the evening, Hannah stuffed the last T-shirt into her suitcase, and the zipper got caught on the edge of the fabric.

Lu Yong squatted down and pulled it twice, then suddenly laughed out loud: "Is the oil stain on this clothes from the sour plum soup at the Sun Yat-sen Mausoleum that day?"

"You were the one who said you wanted to drink while walking!" Hannah slapped his hand away and saw half of the Yuhua Stone packaging box exposed at the bottom of the box.

The aroma of fried glutinous rice cakes wafted over from downstairs. Her stomach growled and the lid of her suitcase popped open.

At the entrance of the snack street, the Lao Wang Duck Blood Vermicelli stall had a faded awning and the proprietress was sprinkling chopped green onions into the soup pot.

Hannah sat down on the plastic stool: "Boss, two servings of duck intestines with extra chili oil!"

Lu Yong took a tissue and wiped the table: "Did you forget that you looked for stomach medicine in the middle of the night after eating spicy food yesterday?"

"It's the last day." Hannah broke open the disposable chopsticks and felt the wooden splinters prick her hand. "Hiss - look at the quality of these chopsticks. They're not even as good as the branches used to feed giraffes at Hongshan Zoo."

"The giraffe doesn't mind that you're shaking the leaves all over the floor." Lu Yong passed the rice crust from his bowl to her. The plastic table kept shaking as the kid next door kicked the legs of the stool.

Hannah was staring at the celadon jar in the glass window when a white cat ran past her feet at the corner of the alley.

Lu Yong nudged her with his elbow: "Come in and take a look? There's still chili oil on the corner of your mouth."

"What do you care!" She glared at him, but her fingers honestly touched the price tag. The clerk handed over a sample pack: "This is lip balm with sweet-scented osmanthus flavor."

Lu Yong suddenly leaned closer: "Is it more fragrant than the sweet-scented osmanthus candied taro sprouts you ate in Lao Mendong?"

Hannah's hand trembled, and the lip balm left a red mark on the palm of her hand.

A "meow" sound came from outside the glass door. The white cat squatted on the steps licking its paws, and the tip of its tail swept Lu Yong's sneakers.
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The owner of the Yuhua Stone stall held up a magnifying glass and said, "Little girl, you can see Xuanwu Lake inside this one!"

Hannah squinted and looked at it for a long time: "Why do I feel like it looks like the milk tea stain you spilled yesterday?" She turned around and pulled Lu Yong's sleeve, "Isn't 80 yuan too expensive?"

Lu Yong took out his wallet and asked, "Why didn't you think the broken fan you bought at Confucius Temple the day before yesterday was too expensive?"

“That fan has hand-painted mandarin ducks on it!”

"There's the entire city of Nanjing in this stone." Lu Yong stuffed the stone into the side pocket of her backpack. Suddenly, the loudspeaker of the candied taro seedlings stall next door blasted: "Last three bowls! We'll be closing after they're sold out!"
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The curtain of the cheongsam shop's fitting room was pulled open, and Hannah grabbed the fabric on her waist and said, "Why don't these buttons fit together?"

Lu Yong was lying on a rattan chair, playing with his phone: "I'll make you eat the fourth bowl of fermented rice dumplings."

The proprietress quickly tried to smooth things over: "I'll give you two inches."

"Wait!" Lu Yong suddenly stood up and pulled over a men's silk shirt hanging next to him. "Why is the pocket of this shirt torn?"

Hannah leaned over and chuckled, "You pulled it out when you were stuffing the rain flower stones this morning, didn't you?"

After buying clothes, I came out and saw the sugar porridge on the tricycle bubbling. The old man at the stall scooped up a spoonful and said, "Be careful not to burn your mouth."

Hannah had just blown down half a spoonful when the roller skate boy ran past her back.

Lu Yong grabbed her elbow and said, "It's spilled!"

The brown sugar juice flowed on the bluestone slabs, and the old lady selling gardenias slowly interrupted: "Young people are walking without paying attention."

Hannah licked the plastic spoon and said, "Do you remember the first day you came here, you also knocked over my milk tea at Xinjiekou?"

"That cup of milk tea is 28 yuan!" Lu Yong took out a tissue and gave it to her. "Now this bowl of sugar porridge is only five yuan."

While taking a shortcut through a residential area, Hannah's suitcase wheel got stuck in a manhole cover.

Lu Yong squatted down and fiddled with it for a long time: "I told you to buy that stone mortar as a paperweight."

"They say it was dug out from the ruins of the Ming Palace!"

"I think it's Yiwu wholesale - OK!"

The moment the suitcase popped out, a basin of water suddenly poured down from the second floor.

Lu Yong pulled Hannah back, but his slippers were mostly wet. The woman hanging clothes poked her head out and said, "Oh, I'm sorry!"

Hannah looked at the dripping toes of Lu Yong's shoes and said, "It's more spectacular than the Tianshengqiao Waterfall."

The automatic door of the hotel lobby closed with a buzz, and Hannah suddenly stopped: "Wait!"

At the bottom shelf of the souvenir shelf, two ceramic cat piggy banks are squatting with their heads tilted.

Lu Yong raised his eyebrows: "This cat looks like the one at the entrance of the Rouge Shop."

"Like you!" Hannah stuffed the white cat into his arms, "You are responsible for carrying it back."

"Then this flower belongs to you." Lu Yong poked the cat's ear. "It's the same color as the clothes that the alpaca spit on yesterday."

The front desk phone suddenly rang, reminding them to send them to the airport at six o'clock tomorrow morning.

The two looked at each other and sighed at the same time. (End of this chapter)