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

The next morning, Lu Yong took Hannah to the hotel front desk early in the morning and asked the local girls if there were any interesting but not very popular attractions.

"Go behind the third row of red brick houses in the flour mill's staff compound?" Hannah held up the hand-drawn map by the front desk lady, her nose almost touching the stick-drawn bunny on the paper.

The morning dew had turned the notices on the old community bulletin board translucent. The keychain hanging on the side of Lu Yong's backpack got caught on the clothesline, startling the calico cat on the roof of the iron shed so much that it arched its back.

The pearl earrings of the receptionist swayed in my memory: "Don't be afraid when you see the waste boiler. There is a gap to the left."

Hannah kicked away the broken bicycle tire that was blocking the road. The rusty factory sign peeled off the wall, revealing the golden paint residue of "1987 Safety Production Unit".

Lu Yong suddenly grabbed her wrist, and they both saw the wild rose poking out of the crack in the boiler room. The pink and white petals were still filled with the aroma of soy milk from the breakfast shop next door.

The brick wall at the gap was dented by people's footsteps. Hannah clung to the top of the wall and exclaimed, "This is a secret garden!"

The wall dust swept by her ponytail splashed all over Lu Yong's face. The old sugar factory workshop from thirty years ago was wrapped in a green cocoon by ivy. The broken glass skylight filtered the sunlight into icing and sprinkled it on the sea of ​​astragalus flowers on the ground.

"Watch out for the tracks!" Lu Yong pulled Hannah back from almost tripping. Wild mint and clover grew wildly in the cracks of the rusty sugar train tracks. When she bent down to pick the leaves, she startled a hoopoe pecking on the railroad ties. The breeze from the bird's feathers just happened to lift the dead leaves covering the end of the track, revealing a half-painted enamel sugar jar - exactly the "rabbit hole" marked on the map.

The rusty workshop door creaked, and Hannah held up her cell phone flashlight and shone it into the darkness: "There's fluorescent graffiti here!" On the peeling cement wall, someone had painted a wall of glowing dandelions with luminous paint. The moment Lu Yong turned off the flashlight, a faint green light floated above their heads, like a child's hidden Milky Way.

"This iron ladder is definitely more fragile than my grandfather's medical report!" Hannah grabbed the handrail and climbed up, shaking off the rust with every step. Outside the broken glass wall on the second floor, the whole field of wild flowers suddenly came into view. On the observation deck converted from the old cooling tower, the faded labor award certificate was still pasted on the control panel covered with cobwebs.

Hannah suddenly pointed at the corner and screamed, "Look at this!" On the rusty steam valve plate, there were seven or eight small towers made of stones, and each tower had a candy wrapper of a different color on its top. The latest purple candy wrapper still smelled like peach. Lu Yong took out the fruit jelly candy he bought at the convenience store that morning to replenish his ammunition. As soon as he put the wrapper on, it was blown into a spinning parachute by the draft.

There was a sound of gurgling water coming from the shady side of the cooling tower. The two pushed aside the wild grape vines and found the underground canal. Hannah squatted by the cement canal and picked up the water. Suddenly, a red carp swam through her fingers: "Ki are raised in the drainage ditch in the factory area?" She chased the fish and stepped on the water. Her sneakers were soaked and made a gurgling sound with every step. Lu Yong was so scared that he chased after her with his shoes and socks raised, like holding two white flags of surrender.

The midday sun brought up the smell of tar from the iron walls. Hannah sat slumped on the abandoned loading and unloading platform, eating a rice ball: "Will this rice grain turn into Iron Man if it gets touched by rust?" She deliberately stuck some seaweed crumbs on Lu Yong's chin. The rusty hooks in the loading and unloading area were suddenly shaken by the wind, casting a swaying pendulum shadow on the concrete floor, as if it were the lingering echo of when it was still in operation thirty years ago.

There was a faded curtain at the entrance to the air raid shelter in the corner. When Hannah lifted it, she exclaimed, "There's an art exhibition going on inside!" The dusty walls were covered with charcoal graffiti, and the latest one, a sunflower just drawn yesterday, still had the luster of pencil. Lu Yong touched the chalk head in the corner and drew a rabbit wearing a straw hat in the blank space. Hannah immediately added a crooked carrot next to it and pressed a fingerprint stained with rice grains in the signature.

"Uncle, is this really not a city-protected unit?" Lu Yong handed a cigarette to the guard who suddenly appeared. The logo of the sugar factory on the old man's cigarette paper had blurred into a light yellow. Hannah took the opportunity to secretly take a photo of his hands covered with age spots - his hands were gesturing about the past when the cooling tower was converted into a water tower. The cracks on the dial of the Shanghai watch on his wrist were still stuck with sugar crystals from the 1990s.

The sound of suona came from deep in the flower field. The two followed the sound and opened the hole in the fence, and ran into the wedding video site. The bride's trailing wedding dress swept across the buckwheat flowers. Hannah held up Lu Yong's mobile phone as a reflector. The photographer turned back and laughed and scolded: "Those who steal the job have to pay the venue fee!" The wedding candy stuffed by the groom was printed with the old trademark of the sugar factory. The cellophane reflected the rainbow in the sun, as if the old times were wrapped in amber.

On the way back, they ran into an old lady selling jujube juice at the gap. Hannah bit the straw and squinted her eyes: "This is more sour than freshly squeezed orange juice!" The plastic cup was full of water droplets, leaving deep and shallow water marks on the mottled slogan wall of the old factory area. The old lady smiled and pointed to the west wall: "The wild apricots will be ripe next week, remember to bring a cloth bag to carry them." The woolen doll hanging on the handlebar of her tricycle was the grinning rabbit painted on the corner of the map.

As dusk fell over the cooling tower, Hannah suddenly pointed to the rooftop and said, "There's light there!"

The two climbed up the maintenance ladder using their hands and feet and found a sunset installation left behind by an art student - a windmill cut from a mineral water bottle was spinning in the afterglow, casting flowing spots of light on the concrete floor.

She took out the lipstick and drew a smiley face on the bottle. In Lu Yong's mobile phone camera, the last streak of golden red just passed through the bottle and coated her fangs with a layer of sugar.

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On the last day of their visit to Handan, the two did not go to any tourist attractions, but instead began to taste Handan’s local specialties.

"The chicken feet of this roast chicken must be mine!" Hannah's chopsticks clinked as they poked the blue and white porcelain plate.

In the glass window of the old Ermao Roast Chicken Shop, a shiny luster was flowing down the hook. The moment Lu Yong leaned back to avoid her sudden attack, the camera on his mobile phone captured the chicken claw hanging in the air and the astonished beard of the uncle at the next table.

When the waiter brought the Cizhou stewed rice over, Hannah was stuffing the last bite of donkey meat hot cakes into her cheeks: "Your stewed rice. Hiccup. Is it jelly that has turned into spirit?" The steaming hot air made her nose shiny. When the tip of the chopsticks pierced the golden burnt shell of the stewed rice, the splashing sauce drew an abstract sun on Lu Yong's white T-shirt. The child at the next table suddenly ran over with an empty bowl to ask for soup. She mistook it for a new type of begging and was so scared that he almost dropped his sesame pancake.

"This pancake soup can definitely be used as a mobile phone holder!" Hannah pushed the ceramic bowl of Quzhou pancake soup to the corner of the table, and the half-solidified soup trembled to support her slipped mobile phone. When Lu Yong scooped the soup, he broke the complete oil film on the soup surface, and the floating egg flowers suddenly formed a ghost face, which startled the waiter who brought the Linzhang mutton soup and sprinkled half a handful of coriander. In the steaming hot mutton soup, she suddenly took out lip balm to add blush to the rime portrait on the glass. In front of the Yongnian donkey meat sausage stall, Hannah held up the sausage casing and blew it into a balloon: "Boss, can we wholesale it to the children's playground?" The bulging sausage casing was agate-colored in the morning light. The moment Lu Yong bit it, two drops of gravy sprayed out, which happened to fall into the gap of the helmet of a passing takeaway rider. The stall owner smiled and stuffed another sausage: "I'll give it to you as a drumstick!" Hannah really knocked on the stainless steel plate and sang Hebei Bangzi, startling the gray magpie napping on the sycamore tree.

"The arms of this noodle chef are thicker than my thighs!" Hannah crouched in front of the window of the Handan noodle shop, the sound of kneading the dough made the garlic cloves tap dance in the vinegar dish. The dragon of noodles thrown by the old chef swept across her hair, and in the slow-motion shot taken by Lu Yong, the flour particles formed a galaxy-like vortex in the sun. She slurped the first mouthful of noodles too hard, and the red oil splashed on the price list, changing "big bowl 8 yuan" to "big bowl 8 yuan".

In front of the oil pan of the Cantonese crispy fish stall, Hannah counted the number of times she flipped the fish and suddenly screamed, "The 28th time! This fish is definitely dancing in the square!" The golden fish body was bent into a crescent on the strainer, and the five-spice powder sprinkled by the stall owner with a light shake of his wrist blinded her eyes. Lu Yong took the opportunity to pick up the crispiest fish tail, and she drew a curse on the napkin with old vinegar, but the talisman was taken away by the aunt who was cleaning the dishes as garbage.

"Linmingguan sausage can be used as nunchakus!" Hannah opened the vacuum packaging and posed like Bruce Lee. The crisp sound of the sausage casing popping open startled the green bean flour pancake vendor and he cracked an extra egg. Lu Yong suddenly froze while chewing on the sausage - the eating video played on Hannah's phone happened to capture his embarrassing scene of being choked by the chili and crying in the background. The sizzling oil on the pancake maker translated his cough into a series of cheerful bubbles.

At three o'clock in the afternoon, Hannah slumped on the plastic chair of the bean paste stall and hummed: "My stomach has become a map of Handan." The wooden spoon for scooping the bean paste drew a contour map in her bowl, and Lu Yong secretly arranged the scorched peanuts as a distress signal. When the proprietress brought the hawthorn cake to relieve the greasiness, she suddenly stood up: "This is the last ammunition for battle!" The elasticity of the fork poking into the cake made the porcelain bowl move three centimeters on the table, knocking over the sesame salt seasoning jar.

The iron spoon for Weixian's big pot dish was half a meter long. Hannah held up a selfie stick and said, "This spoon can scoop up the entire Milky Way!" The thick soup wrapped with pork belly trembled in the center of the spoon, and the tip of Lu Yong's chopsticks was suddenly smoked by the steaming heat to form a rainbow. The old man at the next table couldn't stand it and demonstrated the correct way to eat it himself. She imitated him and poured vinegar into the dish. As a result, her face wrinkled like a bun due to the sourness was made into the restaurant's best customer photo of the day.

"Wu'an Xiaoma Tang must have graduated from the Department of Architecture!" Hannah bit the tip of the sugar filament to make a gap in the Eiffel Tower, and the canine teeth that were stuck together shone amber in the sunset. Lu Yong held up a sugar painting of a phoenix for comparison, and she suddenly blew air to let the sugar filament float onto his eyelashes. The golden eyelashes covered with icing attracted bees to swarm around them. When the two of them were running away with the sugar figures, they knocked over a straw hand-woven basket, and tourists who were picking up glove puppets mistook it for a street performance.

As the lights came on, Hannah held onto the glass door of the Linzhang Mutton Soup Restaurant and wailed, "My stomach is singing 'Unforgettable Tonight.'" In the reflection of the glass, the oil stains on her sweatshirt could be connected to form a map of Handan. Lu Yong took out a digestive tablet, and the crisp sound of peeling off the tin foil startled the old man selling cotton candy at the door, who immediately rolled her a special cotton candy in the shape of a stomach.

The last noodle shop they walked into was closed. The chef felt sorry for them and made a rose out of the leftover dough.

"This should be eaten with moonlight." Hannah soaked the noodles into the soup, and the floating oil suddenly gathered into a heart shape.

Lu Yong's spoon knocked over the vinegar pot, and the whole bowl of soup was rippling. Then the sound of the night watchman's clapper came from the corner of the street. The rose-colored flour was startled and turned three times in the bowl. There were still grains of undissolved salt crystals stuck on the petals.

The next morning, the two began to pack their luggage and prepare to leave Handan.

"This titmouse must have built a nest in the suitcase!" Hannah knelt on the carpet in the morning light, with the plush titmouse's tail stuck between the suitcase zipper.

Lu Yong's backpack was bulging in a suspicious shape. Three packages of mint candies with ugly photos printed on them poked out from the side pocket, rustling in the air vents of the central air conditioner.

Hannah suddenly held up the wrinkled map of the scenic spot and asked, "You still have the route map for the mud jump video?" On the back of the map, Lu Yong marked the coordinates of the convenience store with a highlighter. The ink had become an abstract coastline in the humidity of Handan. The moment he snatched the map back, the cable car ticket stubs hidden in the mezzanine fell like snowflakes. On the back of one of the tickets, there was a crooked-faced man drawn by Hannah with lipstick.

"Mushrooms have grown in the pocket of my sunscreen jacket!" Lu Yong shook open his jacket, which was stained with moss from Qibugou, and a dried jujube kernel rolled out from the gap. Hannah took the opportunity to stuff a thousand paper cranes made of hotel note paper into his pocket. On the wings of the paper cranes, "Smuggling Successfully" was written with mascara, and the ink rubbed on the dust bag like a string of secret codes.

The toiletries bag suddenly burst open, and the deformed toothpaste drew a mint galaxy on the tiles. Hannah exclaimed as she held the half-empty tube of sunscreen, "This can even make King Wuling of Zhao wear Hu clothing and ride and shoot!" The milky white paste twisted into a little horseman in her palm. When Lu Yong grabbed his phone to take a photo, the shaving foam quietly climbed up his temples and expanded into a cotton cloud in the morning light.

"Wait! Where's the memory card of the sports camera?" Hannah's hand froze in mid-air as she lifted the pillow. The black memory card was stuck to the antiperspirant patch on the back of Lu Yong's neck. The 97 ugly photos of the rafting the day before had left square red marks on his skin. When they peeled off the photos, they both saw the distorted faces in the photos. In their laughter, they knocked over the wet socks drying on the windowsill, and the water drops fell accurately into the neatly packed storage bag.

As Lu Yong squatted to press the suitcase, Hannah secretly stuffed dried astragalus flowers into the hood of his jacket. The dried petals leaked out from the seams and danced a farewell dance in the air-conditioning airflow. He took out the mint candy given by the hotel and fought back. The tin foil candy ball rolled into Hannah's rolled-up jeans, and as she jumped and packed up, it made a small ringing sound in the fabric.

"Hand over the charger!" Hannah grabbed Lu Yong's power bank, and the data cable was entangled in the enamel sugar jar picked up from the old sugar factory. The tangled wires cast spider-web-like shadows in the morning light. The last compromise was the Polaroid camera, and the last piece of photo paper spit out was developing the graffiti in the air-raid shelter with rice grains.

Hannah suddenly stared at the open suitcase in a daze: "Where is my right sock?" The cotton sock with a crisp fish pattern was hanging on the curtain band, swaying in the morning breeze all night. When Lu Yong reached for it with a clothes-drying fork, Hannah took the opportunity to stuff two packages of donkey meat hot pot into his pocket. The bulging edges of the vacuum packaging just hit the lumbar spine, making him look like an old man who had suddenly sprained his waist when he bent over.

When she checked the bedside table for the last time, the room card stained with astragalus juice was lying quietly, and the marks that Hannah couldn't wipe off with a wet wipe formed a blurry heart shape.

The click of Lu Yong closing the suitcase startled the charging sweeping robot. The round plate flashed with blue light and slid over, gathering the scattered hair and candy wrappers left by the two people into a small Handan sand table.

In the morning light reflected from the elevator entrance, half of a guide map popped out of the side pocket of Hannah's backpack, and the plush tit's tail swayed in the wind outside the zipper.

When Lu Yong reached out to adjust the crooked brim of her sun hat, the maple leaf specimen hidden in the brim gently brushed against his palm - the fallen leaf caught under the swing in Qibugou still had morning dew flowing in its veins. (End of this chapter)