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

The dome of the Russian-style street was just covered with morning light, and Hannah's fingertips had already passed over the nesting dolls in the third shop window.

“This one looks like you!” She held up the chubby farmer doll, with its red nose facing Lu Yong’s sweaty forehead. “Even the frown lines are copied.”

Lu Yong protested by biting a kvass straw, the glass bottle reflecting the onion dome of St. Nicholas Church on the corner. A street performer in a tuxedo suddenly played the bayan accordion, startling a flock of white pigeons, and Hannah's straw hat was swept up to the iron balcony by the air current.

"Does the hat lady need a knight?" A silver-haired grandmother leaned out of the flower shop on the second floor, speaking in a Russian accent mixed with the smell of oysters. She raised her hand and threw a lavender-bound ribbon, and the moment Lu Yong caught it in mid-air, Hannah's camera just froze in place: the purple-blue bouquet floating in the morning light, the young man's straightened fingertips and the falling straw hat formed a perfect diagonal line.

The aroma of burnt bread from the bakery caught the corners of passers-by's clothes. Hannah stood on tiptoe to look at the brass rotating oven: "The bread is bigger than a washbasin!" She poked the back of Lu Yong's hand, "Bet half a loaf of bread, the kvass here is freshly brewed."

The turbaned proprietress behind the counter suddenly pushed a wooden tray over and said in stiff Chinese mixed with Russian words: "Young man, choose a poem in exchange for breakfast." A greasy collection of Russian poems was spread out on the glass cabinet. Hannah's fingertips hesitated between "To Kane" and "The Seagull".

Lu Yong suddenly pressed her wrist, and the Russian words rolled out unexpectedly smoothly: "Япомнючудноемгновенье."

The boss lady's eyes wrinkled and she turned around to cut the still hot bread: "This is an old stove from 1956. Only poets who understand the true heart can cut it in half."

Wrapped in the rosin of the nesting doll workshop, they entered the shop. Hannah was dazzled by the colorful paintings on the wall, while Lu Yong was squatting in the corner studying the mechanism - the smallest nesting doll was only the size of a fingernail, but the base was embedded with a brass combination lock.

"You can take the right set away." The apprentice held up the unpainted blank and blinked. Hannah grabbed the tracing pen and was about to write the birthday number, but the tip of the pen was suddenly wrapped in Lu Yong's palm: "Try the day we first met?"

When it rotated to the third layer, the nesting doll suddenly popped open automatically, and the mini phonograph began to hum "Moscow Evening". The apprentice pointed to the ceiling monitor slyly: "The owner's grandmother said that the customer who caught the ribbon this morning will trigger the Easter egg."

When a sudden downpour came, they slipped into the archway of an amber-coloured building. The rain curtain blurred the boundaries of the gallery, and Hannah's wet hair stuck to Picasso's abstract painting. Just as Lu Yong was about to touch the tissue, he heard the rustling sound of an oil paint scraper behind him.

The painter in a canvas apron suddenly handed over a palette: "Would you like to try it?" Hannah's brush was still dipped in cobalt blue, and Lu Yong's index finger was already smeared with titanium white. In the rhythm of raindrops hitting the skylight, two pairs of hands left winding blocks of color on the canvas, and finally smudged a strange harmony in the corner - like a boat in the sea fog, or like fingertips that touch and leave.

The painter cut off the corner of the canvas and stuffed it into a bottle: "Throw it into the time mailbox at the end of the street, and it will be sent back to you in twenty years." When they ran into the rain, the accumulated water on the glazed tiles was reflecting the entire street into flowing oil paint.

The six o'clock bell shook off the sycamore leaves. Hannah spread out the wet tourist map on the cast iron bench: "In twenty minutes, the sunset will set on the spire of the clock tower." She licked the melting cherry ice cream, and the bright red juice overflowed from her palm.

Lu Yong suddenly pulled out the map, and the Russian newspaper unfolded: "Locals say that this is the time to listen to the echo of the dome." The copper handle of the spiral staircase still retained the warmth of the sun. They squeezed into the narrow lookout window of the tower and saw the setting sun stuck in the gap of the golden cross of the church.

"It's time to make a wish." Hannah's eyelashes were stained with gold powder when she clasped her hands together, but Lu Yong stared at the ice cream stain on the tip of her nose: "This kind of fairy tale moment should not be..." The bell rang again, startling a flock of pigeons that flew over their hair, and the unfinished words melted into the twilight.

The moonlight that night turned the bronze mailbox silvery white, but Hannah held the message in the bottle tightly and refused to let go. "What if we are together in 20 years?" Her muttering was interrupted by Lu Yong's action - he took out the remaining pages of the poetry collection from the Lieba store and ran the tip of his pen quickly on the back.

"Then add an immediate effect." The moment the sealing wax dripped, the night ship at Dalian Port blew its whistle. On the amber letter, the pen words spread out gentle wrinkles:
“Today’s Prophecy:

Twenty years later, an old lady,
Still dragging the old man to the bakery to read poetry,

Then they laughed at his Russian pronunciation, saying it was clumsier than a nesting doll. "

……

The morning mist in Haizhiyun Park was still shrouded in pine needles, but Hannah's sneakers had already stepped on the eighteenth step of the wooden boardwalk.

"This slope absorbs sound!" She shouted into the valley, but the echo fell into the waves. Lu Yong caught up with two Spanish mackerel dumplings, and the rustling of the plastic bag was swallowed by some force. It was not until he spoke that the sound waves suddenly shattered on the rock wall: "This is called a strange slope - it's hard to go downhill, but easy to go uphill."

Hannah's mineral water bottle rolled down the slope, but at a certain point it began to move backwards. "Newton's coffin is about to fly away." She smiled and walked backwards, and the tip of her ponytail suddenly swept across Lu Yong's hand that was frozen in mid-air - he was trying to grab the scenic map that was overturned by the sea breeze.

There was a faded shell sculpture hidden at the corner of the coastal boardwalk. Hannah leaned in to identify the nameplate: "A posthumous work from the 2005 Dalian International Sand Sculpture Festival." When the waves hit the viewing platform, she suddenly pulled Lu Yong down and said, "Look! Does it look like an underwater tunnel when the tide is high?"

Salty mist flowed over the glass fence, reflecting blue and green ripples. Two small yellow croakers swam through the shadows, and Lu Yong's fingertips drew arcs in the mist: "These are the fry released last year." Hannah's camera followed the school of fish and turned to his profile, but half of the dark red appeared in the frame - a newlywed couple taking wedding photos were throwing their veils to the top of the waves, and the tail of the veil just brushed over his shoulders.

"Let's have some good luck." The bride stuffed two chocolates with wine fillings, and the shell wrapper was printed with "Limited Edition of Sea Rhythm". Lu Yong's hand paused while peeling the candy wrapper, and Hannah had already bitten open her own. The moment the wine overflowed from the corner of her lips, the sea breeze suddenly changed direction.

From the depths of the turtleback rocks, the guide’s loudspeaker called out, “On the left are the ripples left by the Sinian Period.” But Hannah headed fork in the opposite direction. The folds of the volcanic rocks formed a natural echo wall, and she shouted into a gap, “Guess how the people of Dalian named the reefs?”

Lu Yong's answer was absorbed by the moss, but a clear bell sound came from deep in the cave. Rusty wishing bells were hung all over the cave ceiling, and most of the wishes on the bronze plaques were oxidized by the sea breeze. Only the one written on the waterproof sticker was clearly visible: "I hope to take her to see the fluorescent sea next year." The date was three days ago, and the signature was a simple drawing of a Spanish mackerel.

"It's bad luck to peek at other people's wishes." Hannah said this, but she took out a cherry hair tie and tied it to the bell rope. Lu Yong's keychain scissors "clicked" to cut off half of the map, and scribbled an abstract wave on the blank space: "Now this is our wishing card."

As the sightseeing train passed through the Grand Canyon, Hannah was studying the bionic portholes of the carriage. "The holographic projection is too fake." She poked the virtual jellyfish and turned to find Lu Yong secretly taking pictures of her reflection on the glass. A large number of tourists poured out of the terminal, but she squatted in front of the mailbox-shaped stone sculpture and wondered: "Is this really an underwater mailbox?" The administrator yawned and nodded: "It is delivered at high tide every day and mailed out after low tide." Hannah searched her bag but couldn't find the letter paper. Finally, she tore open the chocolate wrapper and wrote two lines with eyeliner.

Lu Yong knocked on the outer shell of the "mailbox" with his knuckles: "It's actually a drainage pipe inside, right?" The administrator suddenly showed his work ID: "Young man, you have exposed one of the ten most romantic lies of the Dalian Bureau of Culture and Tourism." When Hannah's scream mixed with the waves, the "letter" she had just thrown in was swept into the deep sea by the waves.

After passing the last section of jagged reefs, the Holy Elephant Gate appeared in the twilight. Hannah's canvas bag kept hitting the rock wall: "This sea cave is much narrower than the promotional photos!" When Lu Yong squeezed into the crack sideways, the fragments of the map in the pocket of his sun protection jacket fell out.

Salty water drops dripped from the top of the cave, and they groped forward in the dimness. At a narrow corner, Hannah's breath suddenly hit his ear: "Look." The sunset slanted in and happened to penetrate the cave, casting their shadows on the cave wall - like two people clinking glasses, or like fingertips about to touch.

Lu Yong took out the half-melted chocolate and said, "I'll give you a wedding candy as an extra." Amid the crisp sound of the tin foil being peeled off, the long whistle of the ferry came from outside the cave. Hannah suddenly put the chocolate with wine filling to his lips. The sea breeze took advantage of the opportunity to pour into the cracks in the rocks, blowing her whispers into intermittent syllables: "Want to bet where this candy wrapper can float to?"

On the coastal road in the twilight, Hannah studied the damp wrapping paper under the streetlight. The wine stains had smudged the pattern on the foil, and the spot where "Sea Rhythm Limited Edition" was originally printed now showed a strange rainbow color.

"Like a wrinkled sea surface." She pointed the candy wrapper at the last rays of sunset. Lu Yong's fingertips stroked the wrinkles, and the shadows of the ripples moved in his palm: "The tide comes twice a day, but these wrinkles will remain."

The night wind lifted the cherry hairband she pinned on the wishing bell, and the copper bell swayed gently in the cave a hundred meters away. The boy who hung the bell three days ago was leading the girl in JK clothes across the strange slope. The new diving watch on the girl's wrist flashed, forming a star chain with the fill light of the wedding photographer in the distance.

The waterproof wish sticker with the words "I hope we can watch the fluorescent sea together next year" is now quietly curling up on the back of a turtleback stone.

The waves carried the chocolate foil towards the southeast, and the words written by Hannah's eyeliner were dissolving in the salt: "This sugar is poisonous - the antidote is to treat me to Spanish mackerel buns twenty years from now."

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I discovered that the steam clock at the entrance of the kingdom was spewing rainbows. Hannah had just put sunscreen behind her ears when the ticket inspector suddenly stopped Lu Yong and said, "Sir, your shirt buttons are wrong."

The Donald Duck doll ten meters away raised the sign synchronously, and the misplaced red and blue stripes formed a puzzle in the sunlight.

"This is the entrance ceremony." Lu Yong buttoned his shirt again while trying not to laugh. "Last Halloween, someone wore a reverse cape, and the NPC chased him and gave him a whole can of weird-tasting candy."

Before he finished speaking, the staff in wizard robes had already stuffed a metal token into Hannah's hand: "Collect seven to unlock a mysterious project."

When the track of "Thunder Chariot" pierced the clouds, Hannah was biting a cherry hairband between her teeth: "Help me tie my hair!" The roar of the roller coaster starting swallowed up the ending sound. Lu Yong's fingertips had just touched the ends of her flying hair, and the feeling of weightlessness had made the backs of their heads pressed against the backs of the chairs.

At the moment of the 360-degree turn, a guide map of Xinghai Square suddenly floated out of Hannah's sun protection jacket pocket. The paper unfolded into a kite in the headwind and passed by the warning sign "No Maps Allowed" beside the track. Lu Yong's GoPro recorded the spectacle: when the roller coaster dived, the map just covered the entire artificial lake, and the ink was smudged into abstract waves under the centrifugal force.

"You can create art even when you're fastening your seatbelt." When getting off the bus, the staff handed Hannah wet wipes. Her earlobes were still a light pink due to congestion.

The caramel aroma wafted from the ice cream truck in the carousel area, but Hannah stared at the pumpkin carriage suspiciously: "Why do all the horses wear eye masks of different colors?" The ticket inspector in a lolita skirt shook the bell: "Find the 'sober horse' and you can exchange it for a limited ice cream."

Lu Yong squatted down to study the horseshoe of the black horse No. 19, and Hannah suddenly pulled him to turn to the white horse No. 6 - the horse's eye mask slipped halfway, and the iris was actually azure blue. "The ice cream coupon is hidden in the mane!" Her fingertips trembled as she lifted the bionic hair, and hidden inside was a yellowed card: "Please take me to see the night parade - a horse that doesn't want to go around in circles."

The ice cream shop owner smiled and scraped off the chocolate crumbs: "This is the task card left by the last visitor. If you complete it, you can go backstage to feed the real horses."

In front of the fluorescent graffiti wall of the "Crazy Gears" project, Hannah was scribbling on a wishing card with eyeliner. The mechanical gears suddenly engaged and the entire wall broke into a rotating puzzle, and her painting was projected onto the 20-meter-high dome - the distorted clock overlapped with the whale's tail, just covering up the original starry sky painting.

"This is a real-time interactive projection." Lu Yong pulled her back to the safety line, but his baseball cap was blown away by the airflow. The moment the cap got stuck in the gap of the gear, a broadcast came from the control room: "Trigger the hidden plot! The warrior who successfully takes out the cap will be rewarded with a free dinner!"

When the two were studying the hydraulic principle on the operating screen, the couple in line behind them suddenly raised their selfie sticks and said, "Can you be in the photo? You look like NPCs in a game."

The observation deck of the "Treetop House" is suspended forty meters in the air. Hannah's canvas shoes got stuck in the gap between the wooden boards. "Where is the transparent glass?" Lu Yong was exchanging tokens for a telescope, but the lens was aimed at the parade floats being dismantled on the west side. "They are retouching the lighting technicians."

The setting sun was stuck right between the bungee jumping machine and the Ferris wheel. Hannah suddenly flipped the telescope over and said, "Look at the artificial lake!"

The afterglow penetrated the gaps in the roller coaster track, casting gear-shaped spots of light on the lake. Lu Yong's sleeve brushed against her sweaty neck, and they both discovered an amazing coincidence at the same time - those spots of light completely overlapped with the ink marks on the map that fell in the morning.

"Physics no longer exists." Hannah's sunscreen rubbed onto the eyepiece, and the golden spots on the lake surface blurred into soft light, flowing like melted toffee in the reflection of the roller coaster.

When the night light parade passed by, Hannah was chewing the sea salt ice cream she had exchanged for. (End of this chapter)