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

Later, Lao Chen made this photo into a demonstration picture for the rubbing experience hall, and tourists always asked "Did the young couple get married later?"

When he reached the drainage culvert in the northeast corner of the city wall, Lu Yong suddenly took out a high-intensity flashlight.

"I heard that there are love letters from the soldiers hidden underneath," he opened the iron cover mysteriously, "A correspondent and a woman supporting the front in 1943..." Before he could finish his words, the heel of Hannah's high heels got stuck in the gap between the bluestone slabs.

When he reached out to pull her, Lu Yong's watch got caught on the iron chain at the entrance of the sewer.

With a loud crash, the two men fell into a heap, their backs covered with wet moss.

The flashlight rolled deep into the culvert, illuminating the faded red hairband in the corner - wrapped around half a page of a 1952 marriage certificate.

Hannah held up her cell phone to illuminate the room and discovered that the other end of the red rope was tied with a brass button, with a half piece of blue cloth passing through the buttonhole.

The midday sun softened the rammed earth of the city wall, and Lu Yong took out a thermal lunch box from his backpack.

Hannah had just taken a bite of the donkey meat roast when she was suddenly dazzled by the sunlight shining in through the parapet - Lu Yong had inserted a wild rose in the arrow window at some point, and the dew on the petals just happened to reflect a rainbow and fall into her bowl of soy milk.

"This is a Beacon Tower brand projector." He shook out a piece of blue printed cloth like a magician, covering half of the observation hole.

The light and shadows danced on the cloth like a shadow play, and Hannah recognized it as the clip from "Tunnel Warfare" that she had rewatched in the hotel last night.

The laughter startled the grey doves on the wall. Amid the fluttering of their wings, she could hear her own heartbeat in perfect rhythm with the song "Guerrilla Song" playing on Lu Yong's phone.

While visiting the ancient brick kiln site in the afternoon, Lu Yong found a brick with inscriptions deep in the cave.

"It was made by craftsman Zhao Dazhu in the 28th year of the Wanli reign of the Ming Dynasty." He knocked on the brick surface, and the echo was mixed with the crisp sound of metal.

Hannah used a branch to pry open the cracks between the bricks and dug out a rusty iron box, inside which lay three copper coins and half a burnt marriage certificate.

"This is Zhao Dazhu's private money." Lu Yong strung the copper coins into a necklace and hung it around Hannah's neck.

The midday sun shone through the skylight on the kiln roof, casting blurry fingerprints on the inner wall of the iron box - perfectly matching the couple's handprints they had pressed on the bricks of the city wall this morning.

Xiao Wu, a restorer, passed by holding a brush and said with a smile: "Last month, a couple came here to take wedding photos, and the groom insisted that the brick kiln was their matchmaker."

On the way back, it suddenly rained heavily, and the two took shelter in the pavilion at the foot of the city wall. Lu Yong used quick-drying clothes to build a temporary awning for Hannah, and he himself was soaked like a drowned rat.

In the rain, an old man selling candied haws passed by with a cart, and half of the yellowed "Sanhe County Chronicles" was visible under his straw raincoat - it was the Republic of China copy that was stolen from the Cultural Relics Protection Institute.

"Uncle, this book of yours..." Before Lu Yong finished his words, the old man had already lifted the oilcloth covering the candied haws rack, revealing bundles of old newspapers underneath.

Among them, the front page of the People's Daily on July 1958, 7, prominently printed a photo of the "Sanhe County Ancient City Wall Repair Mobilization Meeting". Among the blurred figures in the background, there was a girl wearing a straw hat who looked very much like Hannah's profile.

After the rain stopped, Hannah was strolling around the night market and couldn't move in front of the ring-tossing stall.

Lu Yong exchanged thirty circles for a ceramic city wall model with the words "Eternal Unity" engraved on the base.

Just as he was about to leave, the stall owner suddenly grabbed him and said, "Young man, what you just caught is the treasure of the stall - a replica of a Ming Dynasty city wall brick!"

The two of them walked back holding the model, and Hannah suddenly found a piece of paper stuck in the cracks between the bricks.

The poem unfolds as a doggerel: "I use rammed earth to make paper and bricks to make paper, and I cannot finish writing it in six hundred years.

If you ask where to find the love letter, the stars on the city wall are like curved eyebrows. "There was a picture of a little man holding a candied haws, exactly the same as the one they bought this morning.

When Lu Yong sneaked back to the city wall late at night, he carried Hannah on his back and climbed up to the unopened observatory.

The Milky Way hung over the crenels. He took out the wish lock he had bought during the day. The words "Lu Yong & Hannah" engraved on it shone silver in the moonlight.

"I heard that couples locked here can grow old together." He shook the key, but while Hannah was making a wish, he stuffed the key into the drainage hole of the city wall.

When Hannah opened her eyes, she saw him shouting in the direction of the meteor, "I want to eat all the donkey meat hotpot in Sanhe with this girl!" The echo echoed three times between the city walls, waking up the gatekeeper in the duty room.

The moment the searchlight swept over, Lu Yong used his body to block Hannah, his back pressed against the warm rammed earth wall. They could hear each other's heartbeats, and the weeds in the cracks between the bricks were trembling.

When checking out the next day, Hannah found a mini city wall brick in the compartment of her suitcase.

Lu Yong was folding a paper boat with hotel notes. There was a tiny QR code engraved on the inside of the brick. After scanning the code, a video appeared: Last night he secretly returned to the city wall and stuffed their photo into the drainage hole of a brick.

When the taxi passed the Yongding River Bridge, Hannah felt an extra hard object in her bag - a ceramic city wall keychain given by Lu Yongsai, with half a grain of sorghum stuck to the base.

She turned her head to look out the window. The outline of the ancient city wall gradually blurred in the morning mist, and his hand was covering the back of her hand. The lines in his palm were still embedded with the brick chips from the city wall that he had secretly hidden last night.

"Where are we going next time?" she asked.

"Xianghe," Lu Yong shook his phone, and on the screen was the travel guide he had just checked, "I heard there is an ancient bridge there that can sing."

In the rearview mirror, the eaves and corners of the Sanhe city wall passed by their sight for the last time, and their shadows were rolling with the wheels.

.........

Lu Yong’s cell phone memo suddenly rang at three in the morning.

When Hannah turned over, she caught a glimpse of the words jumping in the green light on the screen: "The morning bell of Dajue Zen Temple rings at 5:38, there is a surprise on the third eaves bell in the northwest corner." The date marked the coordinates of their first meeting three years ago.

Before the morning mist dissipated, the two of them were already standing outside the mountain gate counting the copper nails - when she counted to the 108th, his hand was pressing on the fangs of the animal head on the door knocker.

The bronze incense burner in front of the main hall was steaming blue smoke. Hannah had just inserted three incense sticks into the incense ash when Lu Yong suddenly grabbed her wrist and said, "The incense stick in the southeast corner is half an inch shorter."

He used his fingertips dipped in incense ash to draw lines on the stone steps, and the crooked trajectory coincided with the growth rings of the ancient cypress trees in the temple.

When the monk in charge of receiving guests handed over the red silk for praying, the bronze chime happened to ring.

Hannah's silk ribbon was blown onto the brackets by the wind, and Lu Yong climbed up the scaffolding chasing the falling tassels - it was a Ming Dynasty painting that was being repaired. When he lifted the dust cover, he found that the strawberry hairpin she lost yesterday was mixed into the fruit plate held by the flying fairy in the painting.

At the moment when Lu Yong was squatting in front of the Turtle-Based Stele and making a copy of it, the rice paper he was writing on was blown away by the slanting wind.

Hannah chased the flying papers through the stele corridor. Just as her fingertips were about to touch the corner of the paper, she knocked over the restored pages of the Tripitaka that were drying.

The scattered gold powder floated on the two words "敕建" on the stone tablet, exactly the same as the gold foil he sprinkled on her birthday card three years ago.

"Be careful, benefactor!" The old monk who was sweeping the floor waved his bamboo broom, and the ginkgo leaf picked up by the tip of the broom just happened to cushion the ink disc that was about to fall to the ground.

When Hannah was straightening the pages of the scripture, she found that the cinnabar handwriting on a certain page was very similar to Lu Yong's handwriting.

Ink marks suddenly appeared on the bottom of the vegetarian wooden tray.

Lu Yong arranged the tofu soup in the shape of the Big Dipper, and the reflective edge of the bowl reflected the notebook of the lay Buddhist at the next table - a page had a floor plan of the Dajue Zen Temple, and the location circled in red pen was exactly the direction of the eaves bell mentioned in his memo. Hannah dipped the tip of her chopsticks in the sauce and drew the direction of the drainage ditch in the temple on the napkin.

Lu Yong suddenly snatched the tissue and held it up to the light for a closer look: the lines left by the sauce connected with the trajectory of the incense ash in the incense burner, and the end point pointed to the wind chime array under the eaves of the Sutra Library.

The iron door of the maintenance passage was ajar, and Lu Yong used Hannah's hairpin to pry open the rusty lock.

When she climbed up to the eaves beam at the northwest corner, she saw a half piece of silk thread exposed in the wall peeling off by her sneakers - it was the button thread of his shirt that she had torn off three years ago.

The inner wall of the third copper bell was indeed engraved with "LY&HN", and the bell tongue was wrapped with a faded movie ticket stub.

When Hannah rang the bell, the swifts that were nesting under the eaves flew away, and the dead branch in the bird's beak happened to fall. The moment Lu Yong reached out to catch it, the branch broke into two halves - hiding a yellowed Polaroid camera, which turned out to be a candid photo taken in the library on the day they first met.

A sudden thunderstorm hit in the afternoon, and the two hid at the entrance of the underground palace. Lu Yong's mobile phone flashlight illuminated the stone coffin under the glass cover, and the dark pattern on Hannah's back suddenly appeared in the reflection.

As she turned around, her ponytail swept across the display case, activating the red light of the infrared alarm, and the flashing rays formed the phonetic initials of their names on the ground.

Before the security guard arrived, Lu Yong pulled her into the fire escape.

On the damp wall, someone had drawn a simple guide diagram with chalk. Behind the emergency light box pointed by the arrow, there was a half-filled box of damp mosquito coils hidden. The handwritten production date on the box was the day Hannah's grandmother died.

As they squeezed into the narrow top floor of the bell tower, Hannah's sunscreen jacket got caught on the bronze bell ornamentation.

When Lu Yong unbuttoned his clothes, he found a sentence in Sanskrit written on the inner wall of the clock: "Wait for you at 21:07". It was exactly the time when she sent him a WeChat message saying she wanted to eat ice jelly while he was taking a shower last night.

The bell-strike hammer was three times heavier than expected. The moment the two of them pushed it together, the vibration wave from the hourly time signal overturned the QR code stand next to the merit box.

When Hannah held up the sign, the payee's note on the "Contribute to Merit" pop-up window that the pilgrim had just scanned read "Buy nesting materials for the third swift on the eaves."

The knots of the lightning-struck cypress were rubbed by the tourists until they shone, and Lu Yong suddenly took out a tape measure to measure the distance between the growth rings.

When Hannah held up her mobile phone calculator to add up the numbers, she found that the length of the crack in one of the tree rings was exactly 28.5 cm - the length of her headband today.

There was a game coin stuck deep in the tree hole. When Lu Yong used chewing gum to stick it out, the coin was still warm.

When she turned to the back, she saw "Baotong Zen Temple" engraved with laser. It was the special coin he gave her in the claw machine on their first date.

While stealing mint leaves from the herb garden on the back hill, Hannah kicked over the classification sign.

Lu Yong's action of reinserting the sign suddenly froze - the words in yellowish handwriting on the back of the wooden sign read "Pain Relief Herbs Are Here", and under the plant where the arrow pointed was a torn registration form, dated the day he lied to her about working overtime because of stomach pain last week.

The bamboo sieve in the medicine drying yard was suddenly blown over by the wind, and Hannah chased the rolling cassia seeds through the corridor.

When Lu Yong bent down to pick it up, the words "I'm sorry" were written in water marks on the ground where his monk's robe had swept, and the raindrops dripping from the eaves just happened to shatter the last stroke.

When the night market lanterns illuminated the sign of "Consecration Bracelets", Lu Yong was biting open a plastic bag of roasted corn with his teeth.

The giant clam necklace that Hannah was trying on suddenly broke, and the beads that rolled down were pecked by the vendor's mynah bird. The leg ring on the bird's claws was engraved with "Dajue Zen Temple Release Pond NO.037".

When they turned into the dark alley after chasing the starling, the cart of the roasted sweet potato stall blocked their way. When the old man lifted the quilt to take out the potatoes, they saw half a copper plate welded on the frame of the cart - it was the old part replaced when the bronze bell was repaired in the morning, and the number formed an arithmetic progression with the serial number of the eaves bell they found.

Late at night while staying in a pilgrim dormitory, Lu Yong used a flashlight to illuminate the constellations on the ceiling.

Hannah lifted up the pillow core and found a 1978 "Electrician's Manual" in the interlayer. There was an old photo between the pages: the profile of a young monk repairing circuits, who looked strikingly similar to his father when he was young.

As they heard the footsteps of the night watchman approaching outside the window, they climbed out through the back window.

Squatting by the release pond to rinse the mud off her feet, Hannah suddenly kicked a notched pebble.

Lu Yong took out his mobile phone to scan the stone pattern, and the photo album automatically popped up the Yuhua Stone photos he took three years ago - at that time he said he wanted to save them to cover the balcony of his wedding room.

When returning the deposit, the book of merits was suddenly blown to the last page. Hannah's signature pen drew a heart in the "congratulations" column, and Lu Yong added a lightning bolt in the "merit" column - the combined pattern was just like the cross-section of the annual rings of the ancient cypress in the temple.

When the taxi started, the mountain gate in the rearview mirror was being cut in half by the rising sun.

Hannah felt a hard object under the cushion. It was a string of copper bells warmed by her body temperature. Next to the Heart Sutra engraved in Sanskrit, there was a line of small words added: "I, the Buddha, only save those who are destined to be saved, and you have me."

.........

While Hannah was circling around the south gate of Bazhou Ancient City with a selfie stick in her hand, Lu Yong was squatting at the base of the blue brick wall studying navigation.

"Do you know the way?" She poked his back with a selfie stick, and suddenly an old man holding a sugar painting appeared in the camera.

The old man flicked his wrist, and the golden syrup drew a smooth arc in the air, and in the blink of an eye it condensed into a phoenix with spread wings.

"Girl, this phoenix tail feather is missing a piece of sugar thread. It will only be effective if your partner adds it personally."

The old man smiled and handed the bamboo stick to Lu Yong.

Hannah burst out laughing: "He can even burn an egg!" Before she finished speaking, Lu Yong had already dipped the syrup into the phoenix's tail and applied it to it. As a result, the syrup dripped into a big black dot, just like the phoenix had a mole.

"Fifty dollars." The old man suddenly frowned.

Lu Yong frantically took out his wallet, but Hannah scanned the code first: "Just consider it as paying tuition!"

She stood on tiptoe and bit off the phoenix's head. The sugar threads stuck to the corners of her mouth, sparkling in the sunlight.

Lu Yong reached out to wipe it, and when his fingertips touched her lips, they were both stunned at the same time - the sugar threads stuck to his fingertips like a transparent love note.

"I have to go and see the legendary city wall bricks that can reflect past and present lives!" Hannah dragged Lu Yong towards the east gate, her canvas shoes tapping on the bluestone slabs.

When she turned the third alley, she suddenly stopped the car and asked, "Have we been here before?"

Lu Yong looked at the pile of ginkgo leaves blown away by the wind at the foot of the wall - ten minutes ago, Hannah was taking a selfie here, making a crooked heart with the fallen leaves.

"Follow me." Lu Yong took out his mobile phone and opened the map, but found that the signal bars were all red.

Hannah took the opportunity to put the sun hat on his head, with the brim pressed to the tip of his nose: "Now you are my human navigator!"

They wandered around like headless flies, but unexpectedly found a small shop with a wooden sign that read "Traditional Method Malt Sugar".

The moment the proprietress opened the steamer, Hannah's exclamation and hot steam exploded at the same time.

The amber malt syrup was rolling in the stone mortar, and she insisted on making the sugar herself.

As a result, the sugar thread got tangled up on her watch strap. Lu Yong reached out to untie it, and the moment their fingers touched, the sugar syrup suddenly "slapped" onto the wall, drawing a string of heart-shaped sugar stains. (End of this chapter)