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

When the plane landed at Zhoushuizi Airport, the back of Lu Yong's shirt was already stained with sweat.

Hannah put a mint in his mouth and said, "Lu, is the air conditioning in the business class you booked cold enough?"

He pinched her tan wrist, on which she wore a silver bell bracelet bought in Xishuangbanna. The jingling sound mixed with the airport broadcast was particularly crisp.

The taxi took them across the cross-sea bridge. Hannah pressed her face against the car window and said, "Look! The sea is covered with diamonds!"

The April sea breeze swept across Lu Yong's nose with her golden hair, carrying the lingering coconut aroma from the airplane meal. The driver grinned in the rearview mirror: "Young couple coming back to Dalian? There are seagulls in Xinghai Square right now!"

When Hannah's beige wide-leg pants were blown into sails by the sea breeze, Lu Yong finally understood what the driver meant by "there are seagulls". Thousands of white wings fluttered on the blue curtain, as if someone had torn the clouds apart and scattered them to the world. Hannah suddenly dragged him to the beach, and her straw sandals beat out a brisk drum beat on the wooden walkway.

"Quick! Help me take a picture!" She untied her hairband, and her blonde hair instantly blew into flowing honey. As soon as Lu Yong raised his camera, he saw the girl take out a bag of small bread from her canvas bag, tear off a piece and hold it between her lips. Three seagulls swooped down, and when they were about to peck away the bread, the shutter sound and Hannah's laughter burst out at the same time.

"I must use this photo as my screen saver!" Lu Yong looked at the picture on the screen: the sun shone through the seagull's wings, casting tiny spots of light on Hannah's scars, and her light green pupils reflected the entire Bohai Bay. Hannah leaned over to look at the screen, and her breath with the smell of sea salt swept across his earlobe: "You should take a photo of yourself with a seagull in it."

The result was that the two of them held up the bread slices and played the game of "who gets pecked first". When the fifth seagull knocked Lu Yong's glasses crooked, Hannah laughed so hard that she fell on the breakwater, with dandelion-like fluff in her hair. Lu Yong took the opportunity to take a picture of her flushed face, but was splashed with water by the sudden waves.

"Oops!" Hannah jumped up to help him wipe his phone, her fingers accidentally brushing his collarbone. Lu Yong smelled the scent of coconut sunscreen on her wrist, mixed with the salty sea breeze, like a special cocktail. Just as he was about to say something, the sound of an accordion came from a distance, and the old lady selling shells winked at them: "Young man, buy a wishing shell for your girlfriend?"

Hannah squatted in front of the shell stall, carefully selecting, the fluff on the back of her neck like broken gold trembled with her movements. Lu Yong secretly took a photo of her profile, in the corner of the photo was a red scarf fluttering in the wind - it was the one she had tied on her bag just now, and now it was dancing with the seagulls. The old lady suddenly said something in dialect, Hannah looked up blankly, and Lu Yong smiled and translated: "She said we look like people in picture books."

I finally chose a milky white shell necklace with moonlight-like patterns and pink dots embedded in it.

Hannah was about to put it on her neck when Lu Yong suddenly held her wrist and said, "Wait!" He took out the knife he carried with him and pried gently on the edge of the shell. "Let me help you check if there is any sand."

The diamond ring hidden in the mezzanine almost fell into the crevice of the reef.

Lu Yong hurriedly grabbed it, but Hannah stared at his red ears and laughed: "So you can do this kind of old-fashioned trick?"

As the setting sun dyed the clouds a peach color, they sat on the observation deck and ate dumplings stuffed with Spanish mackerel.

Hannah's scarf was blown over the railing by the wind. When Lu Yong went out to pick it up, he found a drifting bottle stuck in the crack of the stone. On the yellowed note was a childish handwriting: "I hope my parents will never quarrel - June 2012."

"Let's write a wish too." Hannah took out her eyeliner and drew a crooked seagull on the napkin. Lu Yong watched her write "I want to see penguins in Antarctica" in the wish column, and silently added "bring your wedding ring with me" next to it.

When the lights came on, the square's musical fountain suddenly played "The Blue Danube".

Hannah dragged Lu Yong into the crowd, the outline of the shell necklace faintly visible under the wet shirt. When the highest column of water rose into the air, Lu Yong suddenly shouted: "There is a rainbow on your eyelashes!"

The moment Hannah raised her head and smiled, the diamond ring hidden in the shell finally slipped into her palm.

Later, when they were reviewing the photos in the hotel, Hannah discovered that Lu Yong had already tampered with the video - the drone recorded the entire process of his shaking hands when he pried the shells, and a heart animation made up of code was inserted at the end of the video.

"Have you started planning since Xishuangbanna?" Hannah dangled the shell anklet on her foot, the silver bells gleaming faintly under the bedside lamp.

Lu Yong pressed the iced cherry soda against her face: "Who asked some idiot to write 'I want a love that never crashes' on the wishing tree in the Dai Garden?"

A long whistle of a cargo ship came from outside the window, and the moonlight gave the entangled fingers a silver edge.

The tide of Xinghai Square is carrying tens of millions of shells, sending tonight's story to the depths of the Pacific Ocean.

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At six in the morning, the sea fog had not yet dissipated. Hannah stepped barefoot on the hotel carpet and put iced cola on Lu Yong's eyelids: "Wake up! Go to the beach when the tide is out!"

Mr. Lu rolled to the corner of the bed wrapped in a quilt, revealing half of his swollen face: "Yesterday's proposal consumed the entire year's worth of romance."

The phone suddenly sounded a piercing alarm. Hannah grabbed his wrist to unlock the screen and raised her eyebrows at the weather radar map: "There will be a thunderstorm at 10 o'clock. If we leave now, we can have three hours of fun - did you make this data model?" Lu Yong woke up instantly, watching his girlfriend skillfully swiping the code interface she wrote, and vaguely thought that he was in a project review meeting.

Taxi driver Lao Chen is an expert on the area and even has two pairs of rubber boots in the trunk. "You young people love to wear sandals, don't cry if you get your feet scratched by barnacles later."

He pointed at the gray-blue skyline in the distance and said, "See that camel-shaped reef? That's where the spider spirit took a bath in Journey to the West!"

The receding seashore looked like an overturned palette, with emerald sea cabbage entwined on the rusty red reefs. Hannah squatted down to poke a starfish pretending to be dead, her ponytail brushing against Lu Yong's knees: "Look! Its tentacles are moving secretly!"

Lu Yong's camera was focused on an even more astonishing discovery - a school of fish appeared on the wet rock wall, with dark red lines flickering with the water marks. "This is a rock painting from the Bronze Age!" he said in a trembling voice, his cell phone flashlight sweeping across the mottled marks, "National Geographic reported on this last year."

Before he could finish his words, Hannah suddenly pulled him to run higher. The high tide alarm sounded in the sea breeze. When they gasped and fell to the viewing pavilion, they found that the rock painting area had been swallowed by the sea water for the most part. The wet shirt stuck to his back, and Hannah's body temperature came through the cloth: "If it was thirty seconds later, we would have been buried with the ancients' works."

Lu Yong looked down at the photos in his camera and found that the last blurred rock painting actually captured the moment when Hannah's flying hair overlapped with the ancient fish. She leaned over to look at the screen and rubbed her nose against his chin: "This one looks better than the spider spirit taking a bath."

When thunder followed raindrops, they were taking photos in front of the Dinosaur Exploring the Sea. Lao Chen's call came just in time: "Run 200 meters west! The Shell Museum has an eaves!"

Hannah's straw hat was blown into the air by the wind, and Lu Yong rushed into the rain after the hat. When he grabbed the brim of the hat, he caught a glimpse of a waterproof bag stuck in the crack of the rock - inside it was a yellowed diary. When Hannah dragged him to hide in the museum porch, the two of them were like fish just pulled out of the sea.

"August 2005, 8. Today I secretly carved the name of the boy I had a crush on on the turtleback stone." Hannah read the words on the diary cover and suddenly laughed on Lu Yong's shoulder. "It turns out that there are cowards in every era." The administrator handed over ginger tea and saw Lu Yong scanning the QR code of the diary: "Don't waste your energy, young man. This is an immersive exhibit of our museum!" Sure enough, the same diary was displayed in the glass cabinet, and the electronic screen next to it was playing the 17 secret love stories collected.

The sound of raindrops hitting the dome suddenly became distant. Hannah's fingertips stopped at a certain exhibit description sign: "Look at this shell wind chime, it matches my necklace so well."

Before he could finish his words, the power in the entire building suddenly went out. The moment the emergency lights came on, Lu Yong saw his own outline reflected in her pupils.

After the rain stopped, a rainbow appeared across the entire Hanauma Bay. Hannah stared at her phone and frowned: "The high tide time is half an hour earlier. Is there something wrong with your weather model?"

Lu Yong dug out the code and checked it repeatedly. Suddenly, he found that a parameter unit was wrong: "I wrote kilometers instead of nautical miles." Lu's face turned redder than the sunset. "That means the actual warning time we get should be longer."

"So we almost became snorkeling corpses?" Hannah's hand that was pinching his ear suddenly loosened its force and hooked his neck instead. "But thanks to this bug, we found the diary."

In the twilight, they searched for the turtleback stone mentioned in the diary, only to find that it was covered with layers of newly engraved names.

Lu Yong took out the knife on his keychain, but Hannah held his wrist and said, "Let's carve it in the clouds."

She opened the cloud notes on her phone and named the new document "Lu Yong & Hannah — A perfect program that started with a bug."

When the hostess of the B&B brought the charcoal grilled squid, she winked mysteriously and said, "There will be a high tide tonight. We can pick up the betrothal gift from the Dragon Palace."

Hannah walked barefoot on the beach where the night tide had receded. Suddenly, a faint blue flashed in the flashlight beam. She dug out a blue-veined shell half the size of a palm, and the inner wall had a natural heart pattern. "This is more precious than a diamond ring!" Lu Yong held up the shell and looked at it in the moonlight, not noticing that his girlfriend secretly stuffed something into his trouser pocket.

When they returned to the B&B, they found that there was a note hidden in the shell that Hannah picked up: "The finder please contact 138××××××× to claim the photography award."

After calling the number, they found out that it was an Easter egg event at the Shell Museum, and they unexpectedly received a free travel photography package.

While Lu Yong was humming an off-tune song in the shower, Hannah secretly opened his backpack - the fake diary contained a flight reservation order to Antarctica, and the departure date was exactly the birthday she had written in the bottle yesterday.

.........

The next morning, Lu Yong slammed the basketball heavily on the hotel floor, and its orange-red surface was stained with fine sand brought by Xinghai Bay.

"Look, baby!" He showed his newly bought T-shirt in front of the dressing mirror. The tiger logo of "Dalian Men's Basketball" was printed on the chest. "It was given to me by a local fan. Isn't it handsome?"

Hannah was adding lavender essential oil to sunscreen when she popped her head out of the bathroom and said, "Are you sure you're not being mistaken for Wang Zhelin asking for an autograph?" She shook the screen of her phone, and on it was a short video of Lu Yong being surrounded by fans.

"That's called personality charm." Lu Yong grabbed the sunscreen spray and chased her to spray it. The mint-flavored mist startled two seagulls by the window. Hannah dodged and laughed, and the shell bracelet on her wrist made a clear sound: "Mr. Personality Charm, are you going to see real tigers today?"

Taxi driver Lao Ma was chewing squid and laughed: "There are no tigers in Laohutan! But you are lucky, the White Whale Kindergarten is open for visitors today!"

The cold air in the Polar Pavilion made Hannah crawl into Lu Yong's arms. A snow-white shadow suddenly passed behind the glass curtain wall. The six-ton ​​beluga baby "Marshmallow" was pushing the keeper with his snout to turn around. "It's imitating basketball moves!" Lu Yong suddenly took out his mobile phone to record, "Look at this turning and protecting the ball, it can definitely play center!"

Hannah's fingertips spread mist on the glass: "I heard that white whales can save drowning people?" As soon as she finished speaking, the "marshmallow" suddenly accelerated and rushed towards them, and the bubbles it sprayed formed a heart shape. The crowd exclaimed, but Lu Yong noticed that there was a little boy holding a laser pen behind Hannah.

"Be careful!" He held Hannah and spun around, and the basketball coach's reflexes came in handy at this moment.

The moment the red laser dot landed on the anti-slip mat, the security personnel had already pinned down the parent of the naughty child.

Hannah's pearl earrings hooked on his collar, and the mist from her breath condensed on Lu Yong's Adam's apple: "Your heartbeat is so fast."

When the heat wave from the Ocean Theater wrapped in the smell of popcorn hit us, Lu Yong was selected as the lucky audience member.

He stepped onto the stage so smoothly that the trainer mistook him for a colleague who came to challenge him.

"Now, please ask Coach to help the dolphins complete the shot!" As soon as the host finished speaking, the basketball hoop was hoisted three meters high.

Hannah watched her boyfriend and a bottlenose dolphin "dudu" discuss tactics, laughing so hard that she couldn't hold her phone steady. The orange-red basketball drew a parabola, the silver light of the dolphin jumping out of the water collided with the ball, and the moment it went into the basket, Lu Yong suddenly made a heart shape towards the audience.

"This is cheating!" Hannah rushed to the stage to wipe his wet temples, but the trainer stuffed a live octopus into her mouth. "The prize is to feed the seal yourself!" As the sticky tentacles sucked on the gloves, Lu Yong suddenly kissed her on the top of her head: "Octopuses have three hearts, so..."

The radio suddenly interrupted with a thunderstorm warning, and the second half of the love words disappeared in the fleeing crowd.

The underwater tunnel of the coral museum should have been a place to take shelter from the rain, but now it was plunged into darkness due to a power outage.

As soon as Hannah's fingertips touched the glass wall, the dark blue emergency light suddenly lit up, and the manta ray's outstretched wings cast a flowing shadow on her face.

Schools of tuna flew over their heads, their scales reflecting tiny spots of light.

Lu Yong suddenly squatted down to tie her shoelaces. As the safety buckle clicked and locked, the whole tunnel suddenly vibrated and the red light of the alarm pierced the darkness.

"Don't panic! This is a simulated ocean storm experience!" The explanation on the radio came too late. Hannah was already in Lu Yong's arms. Amid the roar of artificial waves hitting the glass, he spoke lightly and quickly: "Actually, the octopus's words are..."

The emergency lights suddenly went out, and the remaining words turned into a salty and bitter tide between lips and teeth. (End of this chapter)