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

As the morning mist drifted over the mountain steps, Hannah's sunscreen spray was spraying on the mosquito bites on the back of Lu Yong's neck.

"A special love vaccine provided by the tropical paradise." She held back her laughter and rubbed the cooling oil into a heart shape. Her fingertips were stained with the spicy aroma of the wind oil, mixed with the fragrance of wild ginger flowers wafting from the forest.

The moment the cable car passed through the clouds, Lu Yong suddenly held down his shaking camera bag - the Dragon Cable Bridge across the river 300 meters below was looming in the clouds, and the tourists swaying on the bridge were like colorful rice grains strung on silver threads.

"If you dare to leave, I'll eat durian live!" Hannah was leaning on the observation deck telescope, and the sunlight leaking through the gaps in the cable bridge just happened to pierce the metal buckle on Lu Yong's sneakers. He paused when he bent over to tie his shoelaces, and the shoelaces turned into a knot between his fingers: "I heard that the couple kissed in the middle of the bridge..." When the end of the words was blown away by the mountain wind, Hannah's sunscreen jacket had already floated towards the ticket gate.

The middle section of the cable bridge suddenly tilted fifteen degrees, and Hannah's Roman shoes got stuck in the gap between the wooden boards.

The veins on the back of Lu Yong's hands bulged as he gripped the safety rope, but he saw her leaning back with a selfie stick in her hand: "Quickly take a picture of me and the sea of ​​clouds!" The ends of her hair brushed across the rising vapor in the valley, and the words "Please Do Not Shake" were reflecting on the warning sign at her feet.

When the screams of the tour group came from behind, Lu Yong pulled her into his arms fiercely. The moment their backs hit the steel cable, the velvet box hidden in the side pocket of the camera bag hurt their ribs.

The moss on the rainforest boardwalk was still stained with the rain the night before, and Hannah's straw hat brim brushed the petals of wild orchids. "Something is touching my ankle!" She jumped onto the log railing of the observation deck, and the vine-entangled interpretation sign read "Strangler fig - gentle murderer."

Lu Yong squatted down and checked her sandals like a bomb disposal expert, but when he lifted the banana leaves, he scared away the rainbow lizard - the little creature's tail was hooked on Hannah's lost strawberry hair tie.

"Attempted murder." Hannah picked up the hair tie and put it around his wrist. Spots of light from the treetops danced on their shoulders.

Lu Yong suddenly pointed to the tangled tree roots and said, "Guess what's buried underneath?" The metal detector in his palm buzzed, and Hannah's shovel had already dug up the humus soil - there were mottled words on the rusty heart-shaped lock, and below the date of 2016 was engraved "Lu Yong visited here for an investigation."

She raised her eyebrows and blew away the mud on the lock, revealing the steel stamp on the back that read "Scenic Area Construction Commemoration". Her smile was filled with swaying tree shadows: "Manager Lu was quite dedicated back then."

The glass walkway melted into crystal sugar in the midday sun, and Hannah's sunglasses slid to the tip of her nose.

"There's a crack on the sole of your shoe!" Her exclamation shattered the reflected clouds. Lu Yong froze in place, looking at the abyss below him, his Adam's apple rolling clearly audible, but he didn't notice that Hannah secretly brightened the screen of her phone - she was using the filter in the live broadcast room to photoshop angel wings on him.

When the tour group ladies came over holding scarves, the two were forced to cling to the viewing window. Hannah could feel his accelerated heartbeat under his shirt on her back, like an African drum beating through two layers of cotton cloth.

They were crowding around the telescope coin machine to grab the last two coins when the bells of the mountaintop church rang.

Hannah's coin rolled into the gap of the gutter cover, and Lu Yong's cuff was stuck in the coin return port.

"This is called dying together." She licked the mango smoothie and looked closer, her eyelashes casting a fence-like shadow on the telescope eyepiece. When Lu Yong finally opened the machine and took out the coin, Hannah suddenly pointed to the inside of the coin slot and said, "Look! Our wedding fund." On the one-yuan note stuck by a tourist, "Li Wang Yongjie Tongxin" was written in lipstick, and the date was Valentine's Day four years ago.

Hannah was strapping the action camera to Lu Yong's helmet when the buckle of the jungle jumping equipment clicked.

“If you record me screaming, I’ll delete your shopping cart.” She deliberately wrapped her hand around his waist three times, the metal buckle scratching against the tactical belt, creating a symphony of sound.

When flying over the first ravine, Hannah's shrill laughter startled the sunbirds in the treetops, but Lu Yong's GoPro was always aimed at her flying hair - until the last fifty meters of the zipline suddenly froze, and the two of them were suspended in the sea of ​​trees twenty stories high. Hannah's ankles were filled with mountain wind, and her sandals were intercepted by vines when falling into the ravine, swinging like a green pendulum.

"It's more exciting than bungee jumping, right?" Lu Yong's hands were shaking as he unbuckled his seat belt, but Hannah took out a map of the scenic area from her bag and said, "Look! There are wild hot springs marked on the Orchid Valley." She touched the crease of the map with her fingertips dipped in grass juice, and the small words "under construction" happened to be blurred by the mineral water.

When they found the hot spring pool in the twilight, the "Temporarily Closed" sign on the warning sign had been bent into a 45-degree angle by the monkey.

Hannah's toes testing the water temperature dispersed the mist, and the moonlight illuminated the pearl earrings left behind by a couple at the bottom of the pool - Lu Yong dived into the water like a professional salvager, but when he surfaced he only found his lost slippers.

The night breeze from the mountaintop observatory was carrying dew, and Hannah used the hem of Lu Yong's shirt to wipe the eyepiece of the telescope.

"The handle of the Big Dipper is pointing at our tent." The sound of her biting a starry sky lollipop sounded like chewing the Milky Way. When a meteor streaked across the telescope, Hannah held Lu Yong's hand as he reached for his camera bag: "Listen..." The ranger's flashlight beam swept across the sea of ​​trees, and the startled fireflies gathered into a rotating nebula above their heads. A lost cicada crashed into Hannah's baseball cap, and the sound of its wings flapping resonated with the spring sound of the ring box that Lu Yong finally took out, forming a chord.

"Is this... a can pull tab?" Hannah pinched the glittering ring, the moonlight reflecting off the platinum-set diamonds, creating a rainbow.

Lu Yong's explanation was cut off by the second meteor, and the fireworks from the scenic area suddenly rose up below the mountain, exploding into a sky full of golden chrysanthemums. In the gunpowder-scented romance, Hannah's finger, which was wearing the ring, suddenly stopped - the mark "LYHN2016" was engraved on the inside, which was exactly the relic of the construction team that he picked up that year.

When the ranger blew his whistle and chased after them, the two of them fled to the cable car station holding half a bottle of mosquito repellent spray. Hannah's ring finger flickered like a falling star in the night, and the ring was just the right size for the second knuckle - an unexpected gift from soaking in the hot spring pool.

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The morning mist has not yet dissipated, but the eaves of the Coconut Carving Theater have already broken through the pale blue sky.

Hannah stood on tiptoe to reach the stuck silk thread on the Li brocade weaving machine. The copper bell waist chain jingled with her movements, waking up Lu Yong who was curled up on the prop drum to catch up on his sleep.

His palm was still stuck with the scenic spot guide he had compiled last night. Hannah tore off half of it and wrapped it around his cut fingertips. The bamboo shuttle left cinnabar-like marks on the rice paper, which echoed the swaying red lanterns behind the curtain.

"Snow has fallen on your face, sir." Hannah suddenly smeared lotus cake crumbs on the corners of Lu Yong's mouth, which were covered with icing sugar. As the two squatted beside the stone lions of the martial arts hall to share breakfast, the sound of the gongs of the patrolling police startled the pigeons on the eaves, and the aroma of glutinous rice wine steaming on the bluestone road was mixed with the smell of burnt iron quenching in the iron shop.

Just as Lu Yong was about to open his mouth to remind everyone that the pastries were hot, Hannah's sleeves had already swept across the stone lion's angry copper bell eyes. The aria from "Butterfly Lovers" floating from the distant stage entangled his throat, and the singing of "Eighteen Farewells" was wrapped in the damp wind before the rain and rushed into his nose.

When the rainstorm came unexpectedly, Hannah was climbing on the cloth drying rack in the dyeing workshop, imitating the flying goddess.

Thirty pieces of indigo cloth were blown into waves by the strong wind, and the oil-paper umbrella held up by Lu Yong turned into a swaying boat in the rain.

Raindrops beat out the drumbeat of Danzhou tune on the umbrella, and Hannah's rouge was soaked into the sunset glow in the mist. She suddenly pointed at the cracks in the umbrella ribs and exclaimed: "Look! The Milky Way is leaking from the ninth heaven."

The slanting rain line passed through the gap between the two people's reflections and merged into a glowing stream on the bluestone slab. The young man from the opera troupe who ran over with a straw raincoat in his arms was mistaken by Hannah as a bridesmaid. The palm-woven raincoat turned into a long dress in her hands, and the Liang Shanbo mask soaked in rain shattered into powder at her feet.

When the sea beast lanterns opened their glass eyes in the twilight, the electronic marriage tree in Yue Lao Temple was swallowing hundreds of cinnabar wishing notes. Hannah's strength in tying the bow awakened the dormant holographic projection, and the blue magpie fluttered over Lu Yong's stiff shoulders.

The priest came out from behind the curtain holding a gilded merit box. Hannah hooked the power cord with the tip of her embroidered shoes as fast as a snake spitting out its tongue, and the light in the tree disappeared in an instant.

In the dark, she took Lu Yong's thumb and pressed the fingerprint lock. In the restarted neon lights, the marriage sign on the touch screen clearly showed "past life's grievances" - this line of small words was covered by her fluttering wide sleeves by seven points. The red LED candle on the altar flickered when she blew air, and the dancing spots of light climbed up the twitching corners of the priest's mouth.

In the golden rain of fire dragon steel flowers, Hannah's shawl was entangled with the copper chain around the waist of the old iron flower artist, forming a knot.

Lu Yong's fingers trembled in the hot air as he unbuttoned his clothes. The flying iron particles formed a dangerous galaxy around them. When the old artist put the iron spoon into Hannah's palm, the molten iron was bubbling in the pottery pot. When she scooped up the 1600-degree golden-red liquid, cold sweat oozed from Lu Yong's arms around her waist.

The moment the molten iron was splashed into the night sky, she suddenly turned around and kissed the tip of his sweaty nose. The exploding golden flowers illuminated the astonishment frozen in her pupils and also reflected the yellow flowers peeling behind her ears. When the gold slid down her neck into the collar of her skirt, deafening modern dance music suddenly blasted out from the speakers in the square. The absurdity of the confusion of time and space made the tourists who were holding up their mobile phones to take pictures burst into laughter.

Lu Yong grabbed Hannah's wrist in the crowd of people leaving the venue, and the jingling silver ornaments on her wrist entangled with the steel strap of his watch. When passing through the array of lanterns, a running child knocked over the sugar painting stall, and the solidified phoenix sugar wings stuck to Hannah's skirt, looking like a piece of flying gold foil under the moonlight.

She bent over and tore the sugar painting with such force that her hair became completely loose, and the hibiscus petals hidden in her hair fell on Lu Yong's shoes.

The aroma of fried chilies wafted over from the direction of the night market, mixed with the smell of burnt iron oozing from Hannah's cuffs, fermenting in the humid night breeze into some kind of dizzying poison.

When the third clapper sounded for the curtain call, Hannah suddenly dragged Lu Yong into the prop warehouse.

The stacked costumes flowed with gorgeous colors under the moonlight. She lifted the pheasant feather of the Monkey King and inserted it behind her ear. The golden hoop in her hand turned out a residual shadow: "Bimawen, why don't you take this fairy back to heaven as soon as possible?"

The chain mail that Lu Yong touched was missing half of the breastplate, and the plastic gemstone poked at the lines on the palm of his hand. In a trance, it felt like he was touching the cold iron of a heavenly soldier.

As the night watchman's flashlight swept across the window frame, the two of them huddled under Tang Monk's brocade cassock and held their breath. Hannah's eyelashes brushed across the new stubble on his chin. The Sanskrit embroidered on the cassock made their backs itch, but no one dared to laugh out loud first.

On the last day of her trip to Sanya, Hannah frowned at the navigation on her phone: "A Taoist holy place actually requires scanning a merit code?"

She poked the ticket machine with her fingertips, and the sunscreen drew a crooked SOS on the glass screen. Half-melted coconut jelly rolled out of Lu Yong's backpack, and the sticky liquid just happened to extinguish the jackfruit crumbs that the ants were carrying.

The ticket gate suddenly made a shrill sound, and Hannah's straw hat was caught on the lifting rod, and the feathers on the brim of the hat brushed across the security guard's thermos cup.

When Lu Yong took out wet wipes to wipe the camera, he found that the lens cap had been left on the cooling stand last night.

The stalactites at the entrance of the cave were dripping with water drops that had been there for thousands of years. Hannah's Roman heels got stuck in the cracks of the rocks. "Does this count as having my ankle swallowed by the earth?" She held up her cell phone flashlight and shone it deeper, startling the fruit bats hanging upside down. Lu Yong's mosquito repellent bracelet gave off a pungent lemon scent mixed with the damp moss in the cave.

The commentary on the guide's loudspeaker came and went: "Where Lu Dongbin split the rock with his sword." Hannah suddenly grabbed Lu Yong's hand and pressed it against the rock wall: "Touch it quickly! Maybe you can get some immortal air." What he felt on his palm was the chewing gum left by the previous tourist, which glowed strangely under the dim blue spotlight.

The midday sun roasted the black reef into a teppanyaki, and Hannah jumped onto the turtleback rock barefoot: "Help me take a picture of a fairy floating on the water!" The waves crashed between the cracks in the rocks, and the salty mist soaked through her chiffon skirt. When Lu Yong half-squatted to take the picture, he heard the sound of fabric tearing from the crotch of his sweatpants - the crack that was cut by the coconut leaves last night completely broke open.

Two fiddler crabs with their claws raised burrowed into his shadow. Hannah's scream was louder than the waves: "There's a sea monster behind you!" The shells she threw hit Lu Yong's neck, and the sunscreen mixed with fine sand flowed into his collar. On the cliff carvings deep in the reef, the "比" in "寿比南山" was covered with barnacles into a heart shape.

The beard of the bronze statue was hung with red ribbons for tourists to make wishes. Hannah tiptoed to tie her scarf and knocked over the incense burner. Ashes fell on the top of Lu Yong's hair, and from a distance it looked like his hair had suddenly turned white. She held back a smile and took out a comb: "I'll give you a haircut that looks like an immortal."

The electronic merit box on the incense table suddenly announced: "Rejoice and praise, and may you have infinite blessings." Hannah paused in scanning the code to pay, and instead stuffed five pebbles into Lu Yong's trouser pocket: "It is more pious to donate your private money." The bamboo slips of "Tao Te Ching" in the statue's hand were curled up due to the sun, and the ink marks on the 81st chapter were smudged into a funny emoticon.

The hammock swayed in the salty sea breeze. Hannah ate the mango, and the juice splashed onto the scenic map. Lu Yong dozed with his sun hat covering his face, and his Adam's apple trembled slightly with his snoring. She dipped the fruit pulp into the back of the sunscreen and wrote "parking ticket" and stuck it on his exposed belly.

The tabby cat stole dried fish from the altar and swept its tail across Lu Yong's feet. When he woke up, the hammock flipped over and they both rolled into the soft volcanic ash. The mango pit in Hannah's hair hit the cat by chance, and the beast jumped onto the "Nanshan Evergreen Pine" sign with the spoils in its mouth.

Waves crashed under the glass floor, creating rainbows. Hannah held onto the railing and moved forward: "The designer must have been heartbroken!" Her sunglasses slipped to the tip of her nose, and the coral reef in the reflection was distorted into a skull pattern. Lu Yong suddenly pointed to the sea: "Look at the manta ray!"

The moment she turned around, he took 20 photos of her embarrassing scene. In the background, a real manta ray was jumping out of the water, its tail fin smashing the clouds above her head. When the lifeguard blew the whistle to warn, Hannah's sun protection jacket got caught on the lifebuoy buckle, and the orange-red buoy danced between the waves like a prelude to the sunset at sea.

The ninth step of the rusty iron ladder suddenly loosened, and Hannah's sandals got stuck in the gap of the steel plate. Lu Yong's hands trembled as he untied her shoelaces in the sunset. The roar of the diesel engine of the fishing boat in the distance drowned out her countdown: "If you can't untie it in five seconds, I will jump into the sea!"

The sunset dyed the white tower into a tangerine color. When she finally stepped onto the observation deck, the hem of her skirt was still stained with the scarlet color of rust. Two coins were thrown into the telescope, but the lens was pointed inland - the electric car they rented in the parking lot was being besieged by a group of monkeys, and the sunny doll hanging on the rearview mirror was broken into pieces between the claws.

The street lights lit up one after another like a star chain. Hannah poked at the giant clam wind chimes in the souvenir shop: "Does it sound like a siren singing?"

The shell scratched Lu Yong's hand as he reached for his wallet, and blood seeped into the mark with the words "smooth sailing" on it.

The cleaning lady swept up a faded ticket, with the 2009 printed on it stained with tea. Hannah looked at the back of the ticket against the light, and suddenly laughed in front of the coconut sculpture shelf - in the corner of the yellowed tourist notice, someone had drawn a pig wearing a straw hat with a ballpoint pen, and marked "Lu Yong was here" next to it.

The last sightseeing bus raised a cloud of dust, and Hannah's scarf got tangled around the door handle.

When Lu Yong untied the knot, he pulled out three strands of her hair, twisted them into a ring and put them on the banana leaf stem. In the darkening arc of the coastline, she suddenly threw a conch into the sea: "My curse is hidden inside--"

What the waves rolled back was not the original object, but a diver's waterproof watch stuck in the screw hole.

As the moonlight illuminated the words on the dial, the two stared at the fluorescent letters "Marry Me".

The sound of the rising tide drowned out Lu Yong's response, while fifty meters away behind the reef, the programmer whose marriage proposal failed was frantically slapping his leaking GoPro. (End of this chapter)