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

At the evening bonfire party, Hannah drank too much rice wine and insisted on dancing the Northeastern Yangko for the local aunties.

The red ribbon fluttered around her wrist like a flaming butterfly, and Lu Yong used the skewers as glow sticks to keep the beat.

As the sparks burst, she suddenly fell into his arms: "Lu Xiaoyong, I seem to have put all the stars in Shenlong Gorge into my eyes."

In the last row of the return sightseeing bus, Hannah was sleeping soundly with her head resting on Lu Yong's shoulder.

The fitness tracker showed that he had walked 28,000 steps today. His hairband had fallen into a stream somewhere, and his long hair had gotten tangled in the third button of his shirt.

The car radio was playing a love song from the 1990s. As the female driver sang along, her shadows of two people were reflected in the rearview mirror, swaying with the car body, like candy wrappers crumpled in the evening breeze.

The morning mist of Lixiang Lake was still lingering on the treetops. Hannah opened the door holding the bamboo basket given by the hotel and said, "Look! The homemade qingtuan given by the landlady!"

Lu Yong turned over with his messy hair, and the girl happened to fill his mouth with the scent of wormwood. The minty morning kiss mixed with the sweet taste of red bean paste covered his face.

The uncle at the bicycle rental station around the lake recognized them: "The TV showed your swing photos at Shanwangping yesterday!" Hannah blushed and jumped on the back seat of the two-person bicycle. The hem of her skirt swept over the bicycle bell, and the jingling sound startled the egrets in the reeds. Lu Yong deliberately swayed from side to side while pedaling, which frightened Hannah so much that she tightly hugged his waist, and the sunscreen left a crescent mark on his cotton T-shirt.

The planks of the wetland boardwalk were still wet with dew. Hannah held up her camera and walked backwards: "I'll take a picture of you that looks like a fairy." Before she finished speaking, she stepped on the moss, and the camera flew out as Lu Yong hugged her around the waist. The viewfinder captured the girl's frightened eyes, and in the background, a frightened kingfisher was exploding its sapphire blue feathers.

While waiting in line at the boat dock, Hannah transformed her sun hat into a fishing net and squatted by the pontoon to catch small silver fish. The boat rental uncle explained in dialect for a long time, and finally Lu Yong understood just three words: "Don't capsize." Hannah insisted on standing at the bow of the boat and posing as Titanic, but she hit a lily paddling after rowing 20 meters, and startled a frog that jumped onto her instep.

The midday sun made the boat awning look like a steamer. Hannah stretched her feet into the lake and kicked the water. Suddenly, she screamed and pulled her legs back - the water grass had entangled her anklet. Lu Yong leaned forward to untie it, and the boat tilted suddenly, and both of their phones slid to the bottom of the lake at the same time. "We are really isolated from the world now." Hannah looked at the bubbling water and poured iced bayberry juice into Lu Yong's collar to cool him down.

The old lady selling hand-woven dragonflies on the lake island waved at them. Hannah, with her hair full of ornaments, looked like a moving insect exhibition. When paying, I found the QR code made of wild flowers by the old lady. The numbers made of astragalus glowed softly in the sun. "Grandma, you have frozen the spring in the payment code!" Hannah raised her mobile phone to pay successfully, and the old lady stuffed a handful of fresh shepherd's purse into her bag.

A sudden rainstorm turned the pleasure boat into a bumper boat. Hannah wrapped herself in a life jacket as a raincoat, with water dripping from her hair as she drew a beard on Lu Yong. The boat captain suddenly sang the Sichuan River song, drowning out the crackling sound of rain hitting the roof. When they docked, they found three willow fish swimming in the water in the cabin, and Hannah insisted on putting them in a mineral water bottle as temporary pets.

The mudflat after the rain became a natural canvas. Hannah took off her shoes and socks and stepped on a series of hearts. Lu Yong held a lotus leaf as a parasol, and was suddenly smeared with mud on his face. The counterattack of the mud ball alarmed the foraging mallards. When the two laughed and fell on the reed stack, they found that Hannah's pearl earrings were stuck in the mud pit in the shape of duck webs.

In the evening, smoke rose from the barbecue stall. Hannah grabbed the grill tongs and insisted on showing off her special skills. As a result, the corn kernels were roasted into popcorn, and when the eggplants wrapped in tin foil burst open, the chili powder filled Lu Yong's eyes. "This is called the romance of fireworks!" The girl blew out the sparks on his bangs with confidence, and her greasy lips sparkled in the sunset.

The starry sky movie "The Fault in Our Stars" was playing in the camping area, and Hannah suddenly turned Lu Yong's face and said, "Look! There's a Milky Way in your eyes!" In fact, his contact lenses slipped, but no one exposed this beautiful misunderstanding. The cotton candies from the children in the next tent stuck to her hair, and Lu Yong picked them one by one in the moonlight, and the sugar threads on his fingertips pulled out branches of the Milky Way.

The tide suddenly rose in the middle of the night, and Hannah's slippers drifted along the ripples to the center of the lake. Lu Yong waded through the cold water to chase after it, and when he pulled it back, he found a dozing tree frog curled up in the hollow of his shoe. The two squatted at the entrance of the tent to figure out how to accommodate this uninvited guest. In the circle of light from the flashlight, the belly of the little creature rose and fell slightly with its breathing.

In the pre-dawn mist, Hannah wrapped herself in a blanket and peeked at Lu Yong's sleeping face.

His eyelashes were stained with last night's dew, which trembled with his breathing and turned into melting starlight.

When the first ray of sunlight broke through the clouds, the girl used lipstick to draw a crooked white swan on the back of his hand. When she turned around, she didn't realize that a grinning sun had already been painted on her back.

As soon as the blue brick walls of Longyan City were stained with morning light, Hannah poked Lu Yong's waist with an oil-paper umbrella and said, "Look at the navigation! This clay pot soup restaurant opens at 7 o'clock!"

Lu Yong was so sleepy that he put his baseball cap on backwards. The silly hair on the back of his head stuck out from the ventilation holes, like stubborn weeds growing out of the cracks in a city wall.

The proprietress of the Hanfu rental shop had sharp eyes. She opened a red chest-length skirt and gestured to Hannah: "Sister, if you wear this, I guarantee your husband will not be able to take his eyes away."

Lu Yong was studying the lacing of a man's straight gown, and when he heard this, his hands shook and the knot became a knot. When Hannah poked her head out of the fitting room, the teacup in his hand slammed against the bluestone slab - the girl had a flower ornament on her forehead, and the powdered scarf on her arm was blown away by the draft as if it was about to turn into a butterfly.

Under the old locust tree at the entrance of Wengcheng, the storyteller was knocking on the pear blossom board to tell a story from the Ming Dynasty. Hannah was so absorbed in listening that she didn't realize that her embroidered shoes stepped on the corner of Lu Yong's robe. When the gavel fell, she gasped and took a half step back, accidentally knocking over the sugar painting stall behind her. The golden sugar threads meandered on the bluestone slabs into a miniature map of Longyan City. The old master smiled and poured another peach blossom: "The girl crushed the bad fate, so take this good fate."

The stone steps of the Arrow Tower were covered with moss. Hannah walked cautiously, holding up her skirt. Lu Yong was shooting a vlog with a gimbal in front of him, and the camera was suddenly covered by the shawl she threw at him. "Cut this part off and don't broadcast it!" Hannah rushed to grab it with a red face. Her hairpins entangled his waist and stopped him from walking. The tinkling sound of the jade startled the sparrows in the copper bells on the eaves. A passing tour group uncle raised his SLR: "Are the young couple worshipping heaven and earth? Look here!"

In the creative store converted from a cave where soldiers are hiding, Hannah was worried about the movable type printing mold. She wanted to print their names on a poem paper, but she couldn't find the "Lu" mold. "Let's make do with this." Lu Yong secretly inserted the word "Yong". Before the ink of the three words "Hannah Yong" on the finished paper was dry, the girl chased her and hit her three times. Finally, the paper floated into the moat and was carried by a koi carp through the arch bridge hole.

The midday sun gave the horse-head wall a rosin scent. Hannah squatted by the well to wash her ink-stained fingers. When Lu Yong came over with a bamboo tube of rice, she suddenly splashed water to attack. The water rolled down his collar and into his lapels. Hannah's shawl was still soaking in the blue and white porcelain basin, like a stranded sunset glow. Amid the tinkling of hammers from the silversmith's shop next door, the boss smiled and threw a hand towel over: "Silk soaked in well water will be brighter when dried." The wishing tree in front of the City God Temple was hung with wooden signs. When Hannah was standing on tiptoe to tie the red string, her embroidered shoes suddenly got stuck in a branch. Lu Yong lifted her up by the waist. The jasmine scent in the girl's hair mixed with the smell of incense made his ears red. The temple keeper knocked on the bronze chime and shouted: "Young man, don't let go. The matchmaker is tying the red string for you!" Hannah's heel fell in response and hit the fortune stick filled with marriage.

The stage of the teahouse sang "The Peony Pavilion" in a humming voice, and Hannah imitated Du Liniang's long sleeves while pinching almond cakes. Lu Yong was drafted to play Liu Mengmei, and the folding fan in his hand was shaken off the bone and flew into the covered bowl on the eight-immortal table below the stage. Amid the cheers of the whole room, the girl threw a silk handkerchief in his face: "Fool, this is a token of love for you!"

When the rainstorm suddenly hit, they hid under the eaves of the drum tower, and Hannah's shawl became a makeshift raincoat. The hem of Lu Yong's gown was soaked with water, heavy as an ancient brick. When the thunder rolled over the arrow raft, the girl suddenly stuffed a ball of warmth into his arms: "Hurry up, these roasted sweet potatoes I just stole from the kitchen!" The rain curtain blurred the outline of the city wall, but made the heartbeat sound deafening.

The lights were just coming on at the Wengcheng Night Market, and smoke was rising from the kitchen. Hannah held a fish lantern and squeezed into the roasted chestnut stall. When Lu Yong paid, he found a small sachet tied to her waist by a palace belt - it was clearly the lotus pattern that was considered too expensive in the Cangbing Cave during the day. The old man selling lanterns stroked his beard and smiled: "The young lady sneaked back to buy it while the young man was trying out the bow."

When the night watchman passed by the inn with his clappers, Hannah was lying by the window drying her hair. Lu Yong's gown was hung on a bamboo pole across the street, and the dripping water formed a beaded curtain in the moonlight. The girl suddenly pointed at the city wall and exclaimed, "Look! Our wishing board during the day!" At some point it floated to the wooden board on the eaves, and the three characters "Hannah Yong" were blurred by the rain, looking like "Yong Ai Na".

In the middle of the night, Hannah sneaked into the kitchen to warm up the rice wine. When she came back, she stepped on the hem of her skirt and almost fell down.

The moment Lu Yong caught her, he poured half a cup of warm wine onto the curtain, and the whole room was filled with starlight that smelled like fermented glutinous rice wine.

"Is this the drama of Du Liniang's resurrection?" He smiled and touched the girl's hot earlobe. Hannah fed the remaining half of the wine into his mouth with her backhand. The glazed red wine glass reflected two wine-stained lips.

When the morning light once again shone over the city wall, Hannah's hairpin was still hanging on Lu Yong's belt.

The lady boss came to serve the hangover soup, and she looked at the mess on the floor and laughed till tears came out of her eyes: "It's good to be young, I'll give you 20% off the rental fee of the Hanfu."

When Lu Yong took out his cell phone, he felt something hard - during the melee last night, Hannah had stuck her flower ornament on his collarbone, which was now flashing a cunning golden light.

The bluestone slabs of Nanchuan East Street were still soaked with night dew, and Hannah held up a glutinous rice cake and knocked open the wooden door of the inn: "Try it! Grandma said it was pounded with water from an ancient well!"

Lu Yong opened his mouth in a daze, and a piece of hot sesame filling happened to be stuffed into it. The sugar juice flowed down his chin to his collarbone, shining like an amber necklace in the morning light.

The proprietress of the old tailor shop was sharp-eyed. She spread out a piece of indigo cloth and compared it to Hannah: "With your figure, sister, you will look great in our Buyi jacket!" Lu Yong squatted on the doorstep studying the tie-dyed square scarf. When he looked up, he knocked over a bamboo basket of colored threads. Hannah turned around and came out of the fitting room. The silver bell waist chain made a crisp sound. The lotus embroidered on her collar trembled with her breathing, as if it was covered with dew and was about to bloom.

The Pingtan band in front of the tea stall just started singing, and Hannah dragged Lu Yong to squeeze into the long bench. When she sang "Eighteen Farewells", she was so devoted to her fake crying that her sleeves swept over the tea bowl of the grandfather sitting next to her. The old man didn't get angry, but stroked his white beard and smiled: "Girl's tears are more precious than Longjing!" Hannah was so embarrassed that she took out a tissue and wiped it frantically. The indigo sleeves were soaked with dark cloud patterns, which looked like a deliberately smudged ink painting.

The old post office-turned-creative museum has an old-fashioned typewriter. Hannah insisted on writing a letter to herself ten years later. When she typed "with Lu Xiaoyong", the paper got stuck, and when she tore it off, it became "with Lu Xiaoyong stuck in 2025". Lu Yong secretly stuffed the wrong letter into the commemorative album, and was chased by Hannah around three rows of camphorwood mailboxes, knocking over the wall and making copper bells jingle, waking up the tabby cat napping at the counter.

The midday sun dried the batik cloth and gave it a blue grass scent. Hannah squatted beside the dye vat and learned to twist the cloth. Lu Yong held up a bamboo pole to help her dry the cloth, and when he turned around, she smeared his hands with indigo. When he fought back, he pulled her silver collar crooked. The two chased each other to the depths of the cloth drying yard. The layers of blue cloth surged like waves, and the spots of light that leaked into the gaps swam on their bodies like a group of naughty little silver fish.

The stone mill in the tofu shop squeaked and turned, and Hannah insisted on pushing the mill. Soybean juice splashed onto Lu Yong's white T-shirt, blurring out an abstract star map. The proprietress handed over a bowl of hot tofu pudding with a smile: "Young man, this outfit is more valuable than a painting in a gallery!" Hannah scooped a spoonful of chili oil and attacked. When Lu Yong dodged, he knocked over the basket, and the soybeans rolled all over the floor, and the foraging sparrows pecked out a string of crooked ellipsis.

The thread-bound books in the used book stalls formed a maze, and Hannah held up the Compendium of Materia Medica as a magnifying glass. "Look! There's a movie ticket from the 1970s on this page!" When Lu Yong approached, she wiped the ink mark on his nose with her backhand. The two of them studied the yellowed ticket stubs head to head. The setting sun cast a shadow on the cover of Dream Stream Essays, which just formed a heart-shaped gap.

The sudden rainstorm drove all the tourists into the arcade, and Hannah jumped on the grid in the puddles. The water drops kicked up by her embroidered shoes soaked the old man who was painting sugar figures, but he didn't get angry and used the water stains to paint a picture of "drenched mandarin ducks". When Lu Yong paid for it, Hannah was twisting her wet hair into a braid, and the water dripping from the ends of her hair washed out a miniature galaxy on the sugar painting.

Lanterns gradually lit up after the rain, and Hannah went into the shadow play shed to work as a temporary helper. Her hands were shaking abnormally when she was controlling Yang Guifei, and the beauty on the screen nodded frantically to Emperor Minghuang of Tang played by Lu Yong. When the audience burst into laughter, the troupe owner stuffed two dried persimmons into her mouth and said, "This girl's acting skills can win an Oscar!"

Sichuan opera arias floated from the ancient stage, and Hannah put on a green costume and insisted on taking a photo. She grimaced in pain when her head was tied, and when she swung her sleeves, she overturned the paint box on the dressing table. Lu Yong was unable to rescue her in time, and the pompoms on the phoenix crown were stained with cinnabar red, which looked like specially decorated acacia beans. In the photo taken by the Polaroid camera, both of their cheeks were rubbed with a blush like a rainbow.

The sound of the night watchman's drum at midnight spread over the eaves, and Hannah slipped into the closed grocery store holding a lotus lantern.

The moonlight filtered in through the lattice windows, casting a faint glow on the enamel basins and tin candy boxes on the shelves.

She suddenly stuffed the lamp into Lu Yong's arms and said, "Make a wish! This lamp has absorbed the spiritual energy of this century-old store!"

As the firelight flickered, the old calendar from the 1970s in the window turned automatically without wind. (End of this chapter)