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

As night fell, Lu Yong dragged his sleeping bag out of the tent: "I bet we can see the Cygnus meteor shower tonight."

Hannah put the telescope on his shoulder and said, "If you lose, you have to go back and be a human selfie stick for me for a month."

When the Milky Way first appeared, a flashlight suddenly lit up on the other side of the lake. The shouts of the lake guards drifted down the wind: "You two young men! Don't scare the birds hatching eggs with the strong light!"

Lu Yong hurriedly turned off the headlight, and in the darkness his chin hit Hannah's forehead.

Later, what they discovered in the telescope was not a meteor, but the star-shaped splashes of water caused by night herons fishing.

When packing up the tent the next day, Hannah found a velvet feather in the interlayer.

Lu Yong was weaving a ring out of grass stems: "Last night when you were asleep, a swan came to repay the favor of mayonnaise."

She turned the grass ring and scratched "LY爱HN" on the inside of the ring with her fingernail.

On the return trip, Hannah dozed off with her head resting on Lu Yong's shoulder.

The swan feather in the backpack was attached to the hidden wishing bottle - last night when he was sleeping, she slipped a note into the bottle: "I will always be his honey stealing partner, rain shelter and star cheating device."

In the rearview mirror, the morning mist was fading away from Swan Lake, and the rising sun cast their shadows at the end of the grassland.

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The next morning.

"There's dirt from the Liao Dynasty stuck to the soles of your shoes." Hannah bent down and poked Lu Yong's sneakers. The morning mist of the Emperor's Ancient City Ruins was drifting over the rusty guide signs in the parking lot.

The wild chrysanthemums stuck in the side pocket of Lu Yong's backpack were covered with dew - he had secretly picked them from the back wall of the toilet in the service area.

The bronze wind chimes at the ticket gate suddenly jingled, and Hannah's silk scarf was blown up to the arrow tower of the city wall.

When Lu Yong ran up the stairs chasing the scarf, the gatekeeper suddenly knocked on the iron fence with his thermos cup: "Young man! There is a ladder behind the blue cloth banner!"

When Hannah found the scarf in the crack of the parapet, she discovered that it was wrapped with half a red rope - a prayer knot tied by craftsmen when repairing the city wall during the Ming Dynasty, which has now faded to light pink.

Lu Yong took the opportunity to put a wild chrysanthemum behind her ear and said, "The princess of Liao is on tour."

In the forest of steles engraved with Khitan characters, Lu Yong suddenly squatted down to tie his shoelaces.

Hannah turned around three times with the parasol in her hand and found that he was always circling around the seventh stone tablet.

"What are you looking for?" She poked his back with the tip of her umbrella.

"The Complete Records of Liao Dynasty says that there is a word 'Xi' hidden here." Before Lu Yong finished speaking, Hannah's umbrella handle suddenly got stuck in the crevice of the stone.

When the umbrella was pulled out, the moss was blown up, revealing the incomplete mark that had been hidden - it was exactly half of the double happiness pattern.

He took out his Swiss Army knife and used the handle of a magnifying glass to refract the sunlight. The mottled wedding character cast a spot of light on the hem of Hannah's skirt.

The tea stall where they stopped for a rest had a sign that read "Restoring Liao Dynasty Tea". When the proprietress scooped out fried rice from a clay pot, Hannah noticed that the twisted silver bracelet on her wrist was engraved with small Khitan characters.

"This is made based on unearthed cultural relics," the lady boss shook the tea bowl, "my husband found a piece of silver at the construction site."

Lu Yong suddenly choked and Hannah kicked his calf under the table - the pendant of the necklace he gave her last year was made by melting down her grandmother's old silver bracelet.

In the steam rising from the tea, the proprietress's son ran in, holding up an iron nail and shouting, "Mom! I dug up a screw from the Liao Dynasty in the west wall!"

When the midday sun was melting the swallow's mud nest on the parapet, Lu Yong suddenly grabbed Hannah and ran away.

"At 3:30 pm, the light spot will fall on the secret compartment of the soldier cave!"

The thermos in his backpack rattled as he ran. Last year, they chased the sunset on the Xi'an city wall in the same way.

When Hannah's sun hat was blown to the other side of the moat by the wind, the light spot that Lu Yong mentioned happened to pass over her collarbone - it was the diamond-shaped light shining through the arrow hole, illuminating the strawberry marks he planted last year.

In addition to the gray tiles in the secret compartment, there was also a scenic spot ticket from 2015, with "Zhao Aimei was here" written on the back in pencil.

In the cultural and creative experience hall, Lu Yong pressed rice paper on the lotus-patterned floor tiles.

Hannah had just tapped the ink bag twice when suddenly a gecko jumped out from between the bricks.

The splashed ink spread on Lu Yong's white T-shirt, forming the outline of a little man with a tilted head.

"This is the Little Prince of the Liao Dynasty." Hannah tried to hold back her laughter and used wet wipes to remedy the situation, but she ended up rubbing the ink into an abstract river.

Later, Lu Yong secretly kept this T-shirt and always stuffed it into the compartment of his suitcase when he was on a business trip - the washed-off ink marks looked very much like the curve of her profile.

The wishing locust tree in front of the main hall was hung with red ribbons. When Lu Yong stood on tiptoe to reach the lowest branch, Hannah noticed that half of the plaster was exposed on his lower back - it was sprained when he carried her on his back to hide from the sheep the day before.

She suddenly snatched the wishing ribbon and tied it to the copper ring of the donation box.

"Are you asking Buddha to reimburse me for the plaster money?" Lu Yong smiled while rubbing his waist.

The copper bells on the eaves of the palace suddenly moved without wind, startling all the sparrows in the tree.

The moment Hannah clasped her hands together, the old monk in the hall struck the wooden fish, shaking off the locust flowers on Lu Yong's shoulders.

The pottery throwing machine in the pottery studio was humming, and the pottery bowls Hannah was making always tilted to the left.

Lu Yong's muddy hands suddenly came up and said, "This is how you turn a Liao Dynasty chicken crown pot."

He guided her fingers to exert force, and the turntable spun out of control, splashing mud onto the tips of their noses.

When the finished product was hung on the wooden rack, the shop owner smacked his lips and said, "The spout of this pot looks like a swan's neck."

Hannah stole a glance at Lu Yong, who was scraping out a heart-shaped groove where their fingerprints overlapped.

The dried pottery embryo was later fired by Lu Yongjia into a night lamp, which is now lit in the entrance of his house - the cracks just form the shadow of "HN".

When cumulonimbus clouds pressed down on the corner tower in the evening, Lu Yong was taking silhouette photos of Hannah and the rammed earth wall.

The moment the shutter was pressed, a tortoiseshell cat jumped out of the grass, and Hannah chased it into the west side hall which had not yet been opened.

As raindrops as big as copper coins fell, they huddled under the faded mural of "The King of Liao Going Out on Tour". The kitten licked the honey on Hannah's wrist in her arms - Lu Yong had secretly applied it during breakfast.

"How about calling it 'Yelü Dashi'?" Lu Yong scratched the cat's chin.

At the moment when lightning struck the rain curtain outside the temple, Hannah saw that the maid in the mural was holding the same parasol as her - it was a modern touch added by the restorer.

When the lanterns were lit at the night market, Lu Yong's canvas bag was already filled with sea buckthorn cakes.

Hannah stopped in front of a stall selling imitation antique bronze mirrors. The mirror reflected Lu Yong's hand as he secretly stuffed something into her bag.

"We've caught the criminal in the act!" She raised the diamond-shaped mirror, and the leather rope tied to the mirror button suddenly broke.

The stall owner smiled and said, "This mirror is meant for you. I'll charge you the cost price."

When Lu Yong was paying, Hannah discovered that there was a steel stamp of "2013.6" embedded in the grape pattern on the back of the mirror - the month when they first met.

Later, this mirror always reflected Lu Yong's profile while he was shaving, and the Polaroid photo of Hannah stuck to the frame.

When taking a shortcut back to the parking lot, Lu Yong's flashlight suddenly went out.

Hannah touched a brick with an arrow engraved on it: "According to the records in the Construction Methods."

Before he could finish his words, Lu Yong covered his mouth and said, "Don't spoil the plot, female doctor!"

When the Big Dipper appeared from behind the clouds, they happened to step on the fluorescent tape used for archaeological markings. The blue cursor pointed to the exit, and Lu Yong suddenly carried Hannah on his back: "Hold on, Princess Liao, we are going through the time tunnel."

The silver bracelet on her wrist hit his shoulder blade, and the sound startled the night watchman's searchlight.

When the taxi passed the moat bridge, Hannah felt an extra hard object in her bag - an antique copper coin that Lu Yong had secretly stuffed in her bag, with "taxi fund" engraved on the edge with a knife.

She pretended to close her eyes and rest, but her fingertips were drawing Khitan numbers on his palm. That was the "I love you" she had learned in the Forest of Steles yesterday.

In the rearview mirror, the outline of the ancient city is being dissolved by the twilight.

The little ceramic cat in Lu Yong’s sweatshirt pocket peeked out - he had secretly picked it while Hannah was feeding the cat, and there were her fingerprints on its tail.

As the highway sign passed by, he gently held her hand that was drawing the numbers. The warm yellow light from the toll booth poured into the car window, casting their shadows into the intertwined pattern on bronze ware.

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"You have a Ming Dynasty musket hidden in your backpack?" Hannah pulled the strap of Lu Yong's backpack. The morning mist of the Great Wall Ridge of Cuiyun Mountain was spreading over the faded guide map in the parking lot.

The wild apricots in his side pocket were covered with dew - he had picked them secretly from the old tree outside the window when the winding mountain road made a sharp turn.

The antique bronze bell at the ticket gate suddenly rang, and Hannah's sun protection sleeves were blown up to the ruins of the enemy building by the wind.

Lu Yong chased him halfway up the drainage ditch when the administrator suddenly struck a gong: "The man in the gray sweatshirt! There's a rope ladder in the groove of the wall!"

When Hannah hooked her sleeve back onto the caltrops of the arrow window, she found that it was wrapped around half a piece of celadon - a fragment of a wine bowl used by garrison soldiers during the Zhengde period, with dark red rust still seeping out of the crack.

Lu Yong took the opportunity to stuff the apricot kernel into her palm: "The female spy of the Qi family army is out for another shift."

At the base of the collapsed beacon tower, Lu Yong suddenly squatted down to adjust his shoelaces.

Hannah walked around three times with the parasol in hand and noticed that he kept rubbing a certain tile with his toes.

"The Records of Four Towns and Three Passes says that an armory is hidden here." Before he finished speaking, the tip of his umbrella suddenly got stuck in the crack of the bricks.

When the bronze umbrella hoop was pulled out, moss was blown up, revealing the obscured carvings - a half-blurred picture of a mandarin duck gun.

Lu Yong took out a multi-function pliers and used the lens cap to reflect the sunlight. The mottled pattern cast overlapping light and shadows on Hannah's sweatpants, which looked very much like the wrinkles on the sheets in the homestay last night.

The aroma of "Ming Dynasty Border Defense Cakes" wafted from the tea stall where they rested. When the proprietress took out millet balls from the ceramic jar, Hannah discovered that the wooden hairpin in her hair had the word "loyalty" vaguely engraved on it.

"This is a copy of the bricks from the Great Wall," the proprietress said, pressing down the steamer. "The heavy rains two years ago collapsed the foundation of the wall."

Lu Yong was suddenly choked by the millet, and Hannah was stepping on his instep under the stone table - the inner ring of the silver bracelet his grandmother brought as a dowry was also engraved with the same word "loyalty".

In the mist, the boss's daughter ran in, holding up a piece of iron with a hole and shouting, "Mom! I found Qi Jiguang's watch on the horse trail!"

The midday sun softened the rammed earth of the city wall, and Lu Yong suddenly dragged Hannah into the drainage ditch.

"At 2:00 pm, the water will reflect the secret door of the cave where the soldiers are hidden!"

The military water bottle on his waist swung as he ran. Last year at the Jinshanling Great Wall, they searched for the legendary ice cellar in the same way.

When Hannah's sports headband was blown into the depths of the culvert by the wind, the water that Lu Yong mentioned just happened to flood over her ankles - the underground river that seeped in from the cracks in the rocks made his knees, which had been rubbed red last night, shine brightly.

In addition to moldy hay in the secret door, there was also a visitor guestbook from 2008, on one page of which was a ballpoint pen drawing of two stick figures holding hands.

In the cultural and creative experience hall, Lu Yong pressed rice paper onto the "text brick".

Hannah had just rolled the rubbing bag twice when a centipede suddenly jumped out from the cracks in the bricks. The frightened cinnabar ink splashed all over his quick-drying clothes, forming the outline of a soldier with his hands on his hips.

"This is the chief cook of the Qi family army." Hannah tried to hold back her laughter and wiped it with a wet towel, but ended up smearing the cinnabar into a sunset cloud pattern.

Later, Lu Yong lied that the dress was lost, but in fact it was locked in the office drawer - the faded red mark looked very much like the birthmark under her collarbone.

In the shadow of the jagged barrier, Lu Yong stood on tiptoe to reach the wild jujubes on the top of the wall.

Hannah found a plaster on the back of his neck - it was hurt when he held her to avoid falling rocks the day before yesterday. She suddenly grabbed the wild jujube branch and stuck it on the iron fence of the observation hole.

"Are you going to add some extra food to the beacon tower?" Lu Yong rubbed his neck and laughed.

The copper bell on the parapet suddenly moved without wind, startling a red-billed blue magpie in the cracks in the bricks.

The moment Hannah looked up, the repair team's drone flew over the wall, shaking off the jujube blossom rain on his shoulders.

In the temporary shed of the archaeological team, the ceramic bricks Hannah made always had a missing corner.

Lu Yong's clay-covered hands suddenly wrapped around hers: "This is how you would break rammed earth in the Ming Dynasty."

He exerted force on her wrist, but the mud ball flew out like a cannonball and hit the restorer's toolbox.

When the finished product was hung on the bamboo plaque, the bespectacled archaeological team leader shook his head and said, "This groove looks like Crescent Moon Lake."

Lu Yong stole a glance at Hannah, who was rubbing the clay on her knuckles into a heart.

The dried ceramic bricks were then casually built into the test wall by the captain, and are now guarding the wall in the heavy rain - the fingerprints of the two men were embedded in the cracks of the "天" bricks.

When the cumulonimbus clouds pressed down on Wangjing Tower, Lu Yong was taking pictures of Hannah and the rammed earth wall against the light.

At the moment the shutter was pressed, a rock squirrel jumped out from the cracks in the bricks, and Hannah chased it into the unopened bridleway.

As raindrops as big as copper coins fell, they huddled under the faded mural of "Border Guards Drill", and a squirrel nibbled the pine nuts that Hannah had secretly stuffed into her hood.

"How about calling it 'Qi Xiaoguang'?" Lu Yong scratched the squirrel's tail.

When the lightning split the rain curtain, Hannah saw that the soldier on the mural had a sports bottle hanging around his waist - it was a playful stroke made by an art academy student during his internship.

When the lights at the night market were on, Lu Yong's wallet was already bulging like a small mountain.

Hannah stopped in front of a stall selling antique weapons, and the reflection of the scabbard reflected his hands as he stuffed things into her backpack.

"We've caught the criminal red-handed!" She raised the embroidered spring sword, and the tassels suddenly fell all over the ground.

The stall owner smiled with narrowed eyes: "This knife is destined for you, I'll give it to you at half price."

When Lu Yong scanned the code, Hannah found the number "2013.08" wrapped around the handle of the knife - the month of their first kiss.

Later, this wooden sword always appeared on Lu Yong's fitness rack, wrapped with a red ribbon tied by Hannah.

When taking a shortcut back to the parking lot, Lu Yong's headlight suddenly ran out of battery.

Hannah touched a wall tile with a star map engraved on it: "According to the Records of the New Book of Efficacy."

Before he could finish his words, Lu Yong covered his mouth: "Female Zhuge, leave some suspense!"

As the Milky Way fell over the battlements, they happened to step on the fluorescent marker used for archaeology.

The green arrow pointed to the exit. Lu Yong suddenly carried Hannah on his back and said, "Hold on tight, the female special forces soldier. We are going to break through the time and space blockade."

The wild jujube branches in her hair brushed his earlobe, and the itchiness awakened the night watchman's searchlight.

When the taxi passed the Ming Dynasty troop transport road, Hannah felt an extra hard object in the bag - an antique fire starter that Lu Yong had secretly stuffed in, with the words "emergency lighting" carved on the bamboo tube with a knife.

She pretended to doze off, but her fingertips were drawing the Mandarin Duck Formation on his thigh. It was the formation she had learned on the barrier wall yesterday. (End of this chapter)