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

A sign saying "No tourists allowed" was hanging in front of the ruins of the "Zhenyuan Escort Agency", but Hannah stared at the rusty iron lock with shining eyes.

"You wouldn't think..." Before Lu Yong finished speaking, she had already taken out a Swiss Army knife from her canvas bag.

The moment the blade got stuck in the keyhole, the uncle selling donkey meat hotpot next door suddenly popped up and said, "Young couple, do you want to play the escape room? Come with me!"

The uncle lifted up the haystack in the backyard, revealing a dark hole.

Hannah was about to get in when Lu Yong grabbed her by the collar and said, "Let me try first."

He went down holding the flashlight from his cell phone. The light swept across the damp brick wall and suddenly stopped on a brick with an arrow engraved on it.

In the secret compartment pointed by the arrow, there lay a faded tin box with a wax seal of "Yongchang" printed on the lid.

Inside the box was a stack of yellowed letters, and the top one read: "To the destined person thirty years from now: If you can open this box, it means that my escort mission was not in vain after all - there is a surprise at the bottom of the box."

Hannah turned to the bottom layer and found a silver dollar wrapped in red cloth with the word "Lu" engraved on the edge - exactly the same as the family emblem on the pocket watch chain handed down from Lu Yong's ancestors.

"This theater is haunted!" The old man selling candied haws lowered his voice, scaring Hannah so much that she shrank into Lu Yong's arms.

Lu Yong paid for the candied haws and laughed, "You tell this story better than Deyun Club."

But when they stepped over the creaking threshold of the stage, Hannah's candied haws suddenly fell to the ground.

It was not because of fear, but because she saw the dense carvings on the pillars of the stage - the latest one was "Zhang Wei loves Li Fang forever", and the date of the inscription was three days ago.

Lu Yong wiped off the dust on the surface of the pillar with his sleeve, revealing more inscriptions: "July 2019, check-in with my bestie"

"Memories of the Spring Outing in 1998", there is even an English sentence "I'll be back in".

"Let's leave a mark too!" Hannah took out the lipstick she carried with her and added a line of small words at the bottom: "Lu Yong & Hannah, X month X day, 202X".

Just as Lu Yong was about to take a photo to record the incident, a loose wooden board suddenly fell from above his head.

The moment he pounced on Hannah, the wooden board brushed against her hair and fell to the ground. In the dust that rose up, a blue brick embedded in the wall was revealed, with half of a poem "Magpie Bridge" engraved on the brick surface.

"This well looks so deep!" Hannah lay on the fence of the ancient well and looked down, scaring away two frogs at the bottom of the well.

Lu Yong held up the selfie stick to take a panoramic photo, when suddenly a silver light flashed in the lens.

He lay on the ground and looked into the well, and found a silver ring floating on the water, the ring ring emitting a faint blue light in the sunlight.

"Could it have been dropped by a tourist?" Hannah broke off a branch to reach it, but the branch got stuck in the crack of the well wall.

Just as Lu Yong was about to help, the woman selling sour plum soup suddenly came over with a bucket of water and said, "Don't waste your energy, young man. This well dried up three years ago."

As he said this, he threw the bucket into the well. There was a loud and crisp sound of metal hitting each other, but no splash was heard.

Hannah refused to give up and tied her cell phone to a branch and lowered it down.

When the camera shot the bottom of the well, they both gasped at the same time - the bottom of the well was covered with colorful wishing cards, the newest one read "Hope to be admitted to Bazhong No. 1 Middle School", and the date of the inscription was last week.

On the wooden sign in the center, it was clearly engraved "Lu Yong & Hannah, forever together", and the handwriting was exactly the same as the signature on Lu Yong's homework notebook when he was in high school.

"You'll always be right to follow the sound of drainage!" Hannah held up a broken umbrella she had picked up as a searchlight and walked through the narrow culvert, taking one deep step and one shallow step.

Lu Yong held up the flashlight from his cell phone and followed behind. When the beam of light swept across the damp brick wall, it suddenly revealed an iron box covered with moss.

The iron box contained a "Bazhou Ancient City Tour Guide". When I opened the first page, a Polaroid photo fell out: Lu Yong, wearing a school uniform, was standing on tiptoe to stuff something into the cracks between the bricks of the city wall, with Hannah standing behind him with a smirk - but Hannah in the photo was clearly wearing the floral dress she wore on the day they first met.

"This is impossible!" Lu Yong snatched the photo and took a closer look, and found that the shooting date had been altered, but there was a string of Morse code scratched out with fingernails on the edge of the film.

Hannah pulled out her phone to translate, and the result showed a string of longitude and latitude coordinates, pointing to somewhere in the culvert where they were at the moment.

The two dug along the coordinates and found a glass bottle in the cracks of the bricks. Inside the bottle was a note: "To myself ten years later: I teamed up with the girl I secretly love to go on an adventure today, and I secretly slipped this note into your mouth.

If she is watching with you now, remember that there is a gift for you buried under the third locust tree on the east side of the City God Temple. "

While sneaking into the night market, Hannah's canvas shoe heel got stuck in the crack of the stone slab.

Lu Yong knelt on one knee to help her take off her shoes, and suddenly a string of firecrackers exploded behind him.

The fireworks vendor smiled so hard that his teeth were showing: "Newlyweds can get discounts on fireworks!"

Hannah blushed and tried to explain, but Lu Yong had already scanned the code and paid: "I want the 'Heart to Heart' one."

The moment the fireworks bloomed above their heads, Hannah suddenly pulled Lu Yong and ran out of the crowd.

They squeezed to the stall selling handicrafts, and Hannah held up a wooden comb carved with lotus flowers: "Boss, I want this!"

Just as Lu Yong was about to take out the money, she stuffed the comb into his hand and said, "This is for you. Comb my hair every day from now on."

At the stall selling sugar figures at the corner, the master craftsman scooped up some syrup and drew a pair of embracing mandarin ducks.

"Would you two like to write your names?" Hannah bit the candy man and said incoherently, "Write 'Lu Hanhan' and 'Han Benben'!"

Lu Yong smiled and patted her head, but he saw that the master craftsman had secretly carved a line of small words on the back of the sugar painting: "A happy marriage for a hundred years."

The rainstorm came without warning. When the two of them hid in the side hall of the City God Temple, Hannah's sweater was already soaked.

Lu Yong took off his coat and covered her with it, but he himself was soaked by the leaking roof.

Hannah suddenly took out her cell phone and played "Marry Me Today" and danced funny steps in the rain in the hall.

When Hannah pushed open the glass door of Langfang Normal University Art Museum holding an ice cream, Lu Yong was staring at the cafe mark on the tourist map in a daze.

"Do you want to see the exhibition or drink iced American coffee?" She stood on tiptoe and smeared the melted vanilla ice cream on the tip of his nose. The cream slid down his philtrum into his chin, which had just been shaved.

"Do you two need an audio guide?" A female volunteer in a white shirt suddenly appeared. The words "Junior year at Academy of Fine Arts" on her badge made Hannah's eyes light up.

She pulled Lu Yong's arm and swung him: "We look like college students, right? Quickly borrow two computers and pretend to be top students!"

Lu Yong had no choice but to scan the code and pay the deposit. As soon as the interpreter was put to his ear, a mechanical female voice came: "You have entered the "Frozen Time" exhibition area, please pay attention to the steps under your feet."

Hannah hopped onto the wooden booth, which suddenly lit up with a blue light strip.

She looked down and saw flowing electronic water ripples under her feet, creating circles of waves with every step she took.

Lu Yong reached out to pull her, and the moment his fingertips touched her wrist, the entire exhibition wall suddenly switched to a starry sky projection, with the Milky Way pouring down on their overlapping shadows. "Student, do you want to try human body sketching?" The old professor wearing a beret poked his head out from behind the canvas, with an unfinished pencil draft on the easel - it was clearly the silhouette of Hannah turning around at the booth just now.

Before she could react, Lu Yong had been pressed on the round stool in front of the easel: "Young man, be the model. I will teach you how to draw you."

Hannah's hand holding the charcoal pencil was shaking like a sieve. The old professor's pipe hit the back of her hand: "Relax! Treat the object as a potato."

Her shoulders were shaking from trying so hard to hold back her laughter, but Lu Yong suddenly straightened his back and struck a bodybuilding pose.

The students watching burst into laughter, and Hannah's charcoal pencil broke with a "snap", poking a black hole on the sketch paper.

“Do it again!” The old professor took the charcoal pencil and demonstrated it himself. In just a few strokes, he sketched out the outline of Lu Yong’s pursed lips and trying not to smile.

Hannah took the opportunity to secretly take a picture of his red ears. The moment the flash came on, Lu Yong suddenly turned his head and said, "My classmate, your heart was beating fast when you were drawing me!" Amid the constant "Oh" sounds in the exhibition hall, Hannah's face was darker than the charcoal ash on the drawing paper.

As she walked through the Fiber Memory section, Hannah’s canvas shoelaces became entangled in the hanging linen ropes.

She leaned over to untie it, but triggered the mechanism of the entire woven wall - thousands of colorful yarns suddenly contracted and wrapped her into a bloated cocoon.

Lu Yong reached out to pull it, but he was also entangled in the wool web, and the two of them were twisting in the middle of the exhibition hall like conjoined twins.

"Do you need help?" the boy holding the SLR camera asked with a smile. Hannah squeezed out a voice from the gaps in the wool: "Take pictures first, then save people!" The boy took 20 photos in a row and cut the key knot with a utility knife.

The two of them rolled into a ball and fell on the cushion. There was a ball of fluorescent pink wool hanging in Hannah's hair, and the legs of Lu Yong's glasses were wrapped with dark green silk threads. They looked like two prey caught by a spider.

"I want to make a Lu Hanhan!" Hannah put on an apron covered with clay and rushed to the pottery throwing machine. Before the turntable started, she had already thrown the clay onto Lu Yong's white shirt.

The pottery teacher smiled and handed over the scraper: "First learn to knead the clay, like kneading dough."

Hannah slapped the whole lump of mud on the table and kneaded it into a mud pig with a crooked nose.

Lu Yong's clay spun neatly between his fingers, gradually taking the shape of a blank vase.

Hannah suddenly pressed a handprint on his clay figure: "This is the mark of love!"

The vase instantly turned into an abstract work of art. Lu Yongqi dared to flick the tip of her nose with clay dots, and clay flowers soon bloomed on both of their faces.

"Do you want to fire it into porcelain?" the teacher asked, holding up the unformed work.

Hannah stared at the "Lu" stamp on her mud pig's butt, and suddenly snatched the vase: "I want to take this home as an ashtray!" When Lu Yong tried to grab it, she slipped and fell into his arms.

The scent of clay mixed with sweat filled the studio, and the smell of turpentine from students' drawing boards wafted in from the window.

In the darkroom bathed in a dim red safelight, Hannah's hands were shaking like Parkinson's as she held the developing tray.

"Do you think the photographic paper will suddenly explode?" She stared at the images gradually emerging in the developer - they were a series of photos taken in the wool installation exhibition area. In one of the photos, Lu Yong was laughing with his mouth wide open, and a piece of seaweed was stuck between his teeth.

"Don't shake!" Lu Yong held her wrist, and their shadows overlapped on the wall to form an intimate silhouette.

When the photo in the developer fully emerged, Hannah suddenly screamed, “You secretly took this photo of me drooling!”

There is an unnatural white mark on the edge of the photo, which was left intentionally by Lu Yong when he cropped it - he cut out the kissing couple in the background, leaving only her sleeping face taking a nap on the display case.

"This is called artistic processing." He pulled out another photo, which was a picture of Hannah's back as she stood on tiptoe to reach the clay drying rack in the pottery room.

The sunlight slanted in from the high window, casting a golden edge on the ends of her hair.

Just as Hannah was about to grab it, the darkroom door was suddenly pushed open, and a photography student holding a reflector shouted, "Make way, students! We are going to do light painting!"

The rooftop of the art museum became an open-air creative space. Hannah held up a glow stick and drew a heart in the night sky, while Lu Yong recorded it with a time-lapse camera on his mobile phone.

When she drew the third heart, she suddenly stuffed the glow stick into his hand and said, "It's your turn!"

However, Lu Yong used glow sticks to draw a glowing cage around her, which made her so angry that she chased him around the field.

The students watching began to cheer: "Give me a kiss! Give me a kiss!" Hannah was about to pretend to be shy when Lu Yong suddenly knelt on one knee and spelled out "Marry Me" on the ground with a glow stick.

She was stunned for two seconds, then picked up the whole box of glow sticks and threw them at him: "Who proposes with green light?"

Blue, green, and purple lights exploded on them. In the distance, the dormitory manager's voice came from the teaching building: "The young couple on the roof! Turn off the lights!"

The next morning, Hannah dragged Lu Yong into the unopened digital art exhibition hall.

The projector covered the entire wall with Van Gogh's "Starry Night". She ran on the flowing nebula, her skirt swept across the sensor device, and suddenly an electronic crack appeared on the wall.

"This is." Lu Yong reached out and touched the crack, his fingertips immersed in the torrent of data.

Hannah followed suit and fell into the digital space where reality and illusion intertwined.

They were suspended in a galaxy composed of fragments of "A Thousand Miles of Rivers and Mountains". Hannah's hair turned into ink lines and Lu Yong's shirt turned into green mountains and waters.

"Hold on to me!" When Lu Yong grabbed her wrist, the entire starry sky began to collapse.

They fell into a vortex of old photos and saw Lu Yong playing basketball on the playground in 1998 and Hannah mixing paints in the studio in 2012.

When the two were about to be separated by the data stream, Lu Yong suddenly kissed her - all the images stopped instantly and turned into pixel cherry blossoms falling all over the sky.

"There is a secret in this painting!" Hannah lay in front of the oil painting "Autumn Scenery in the Gallery", her nose almost poking into the canvas.

Lu Yong held a magnifying glass to study the shadows of the trees and found that on a maple leaf there was written in very fine strokes "Go to the west bookshelf on the third floor of the library."

As they rushed into the library, the administrator was passing by pushing a cart full of old books.

Hannah pretended to look for a book and took out the third volume of "History of Western Art". A yellowed sketch fell between the pages - it was a ginkgo tree outside the window drawn by a student in the library twenty years ago, and on the back was written: "To the lovers who will meet in the ginkgo rain in the future."

“Could this be?” Lu Yong opened the cover of the sketchbook and found that the signature was the late Professor Zhou from the Academy of Fine Arts.

Hannah suddenly pointed out the window: "Look!" On the playground where the rainstorm had just stopped, two ginkgo trees were dropping golden leaves, exactly the same as the scene in the painting.

In the "Human Anatomy Aesthetics" exhibition area, Hannah struck a bodybuilding pose in front of a muscular anatomical sculpture: "Look at my biceps!" Lu Yong used his mobile phone to take a photo of her funny look with her hands on her hips, but the photo accidentally captured the reflection of the sculpture's base - a clay love letter made by students in 1957 in the display case opposite.

They took a closer look and found that the clay surface was covered with nail marks: "To Xiaoyun: You kept peeking at me during the anatomy class today. I counted and your heart skipped 14 times."

Lu Yong and Hannah smiled at each other. Sure enough, this was the romance of young college students. (End of this chapter)