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

A day later, the morning mist at the Daguan Origin was still condensing on the glass curtain wall of the observation tower, and Hannah rushed into Lu Yong's guest room holding a holographic projector: "Three minutes to sunrise countdown! The observatory said there will be a magnetic storm aurora today!"

Lu Yong was dragged out of the door by his belt, his slippers flying onto the automatic sensing alloy door frame, looking like two products of the old era abandoned by technology.

As the spherical viewing cabin slowly ascended, Hannah's starry skirt was attached to the magnetic levitation floor, blossoming into an anti-gravity galaxy flower. Lu Yong reached out to help her, and the smart bracelet on his wrist was suddenly recognized as a foreign object by the cabin, and the alarm woke up the astronomy enthusiast who was napping next door. "Sir," the white-haired professor smiled as he pushed up his glasses, "it's time to update the system of your dark matter detector."

The holographic star map was circulating on the circular screen, and Hannah insisted on finding the constellation that belonged to them. When her fingertips passed over Sagittarius, the projector suddenly malfunctioned, and the Centaur in ancient Greek mythology ran wildly across the Milky Way holding Lu Yong's sleeping face. "Is this a new version of cyber mythology?" She laughed so hard that she fell into the suspended seat, and the fiber optic hairpin in her hair flashed a red light of malfunction, casting a Cupid's arrow composed of garbled code on the top of the cabin.

The robotic arm of the Quantum Cafe handed over two cups of latte art. A real-time nebula map floated on Hannah's cup of milk foam. She scooped the nano chocolate powder from the bottom of Lu Yong's cup, which triggered the temperature sensor. The fluorescent words "Theft Warning" immediately appeared on the wall of the cup. "Stingy!" She made a face at the camera, and her wristband suddenly popped up an electronic ticket - she had to clean the glass of the observation deck for 30 minutes as punishment.

When the cleaning robot gave up the magnetic mop, Hannah's skirt was entangled by the safety rope and turned into a modern art installation. She was swaying and cleaning the glass at an altitude of 300 meters, and Lu Yong's smart glasses automatically turned on the recording mode. "The title of this live broadcast is "Andromeda Housekeeping Service"!" Hannah waved the rag threateningly, but the rag was attached to the outside of the bulletproof glass and fluttered in the morning breeze like a white flag of surrender.

The simulated lava in the Earth's Center Theme Pavilion suddenly erupted, and Hannah dragged Lu Yong into the emergency cabin. An electronic commentary came from the helmet of the protective suit: "You are now experiencing the ecology of the late Cretaceous period." Before she finished speaking, she turned the dinosaur holographic projection to pink. "The Tyrannosaurus Rex should go the fantasy route!" The fluorescent Tyrannosaurus chased them through the petrified wood forest, and its claw marks left gradient RGB spots on the ground.

In the digital vegetable garden, Hannah stole a quantum tomato. The moment the fruit left the incubator, it turned into a holographic image, and a time-lapse video of its growth played in her palm.

"Is this the trial of Cyber ​​Shennong?" Lu Yong held back his laughter as he scanned the QR code of the plant. When the notice of compensation popped up, Hannah was stuffing the tomato projection into his collar, and the light and shadow on his chest swayed like a beating electronic heart.

Hannah was so excited by the molecular cuisine in the levitation restaurant that she threw liquid nitrogen ice cream at Lu Yong's smart suit. The nanomaterial instantly turned on the protection mode, and ice crystals condensed into miniature snow mountains on the surface of the fabric. "Look! There is a Mont Blanc on your chest!" She held up a fork as a trekking pole, but the silver cutlery was sucked away by the magnetic levitation plate, leaving a silver light like a comet trail across the dining table.

In the time capsule experience hall, Hannah winked at the iris scanner. The video saved to the year 3015 suddenly froze, and her ferocious image was broken into electronic snowflakes on the holographic screen a hundred years later. Lu Yong's time letter was even more outrageous - the poet wrote his lunch menu as a sonnet, and the last two sentences were lost in the server.

The sudden solar wind disrupted the magnetic field, and the holographic tour guide turned into an abstract painting. Hannah pulled Lu Yong into the unopened dark matter exhibition area, and the anti-gravity floor made them float like astronauts. When the emergency lights came on, the two were stuck head to head in the circular display case, and the meteorite specimens outside the glass cover reflected their shadows, as if they were future fossils sealed in amber.

As the evening light shines through the geometric buildings, Hannah chases an escaped mechanical butterfly on the roof garden.

Her hairpin accidentally fell off and was put into a safekeeping warehouse by the drone inspection team as lost property.

When Lu Yong applied to retrieve it, the administrator asked him to recite the "Three Laws of Robotics" - Hannah secretly tampered with the program and made the mechanical butterfly dance waltz in the regulations.

As the smart tents in the starry sky camping area automatically made their beds, Hannah switched the projector to full moon mode.

"Make a wish! This is a supermoon blessed by technology!" Lu Yong had just put his hands together when a compressed biscuit was stuffed into his mouth. The wrapping paper showed a hidden star track under the moonlight. When he chewed, he found a chip in the biscuit. Hannah blinked and smiled: "This is the future black technology that has sneaked into your digestive system."

The artificial aurora bloomed on time at midnight, and Hannah rolled into Lu Yong's arms wrapped in a light-sensitive blanket.

The electronic aurora was suddenly tampered with by hackers, and their embarrassing appearance of cleaning glass jumped out in the purple-red light screen.

"It's over, our dark history has been upgraded to a cyber legend!" She choked with laughter. A nano defibrillator was ejected from the emergency drone and hovered above the two people's heads, ready to go at any time.

The next day, the morning mist of the Grand View Garden was still filled with the scent of crabapples, and Hannah rushed into the inn's courtyard holding an embroidery frame: "Look! The embroiderer said my stitches look like dancing drunken shrimps!"

Lu Yong looked up with a toothbrush in his mouth and saw that she had embroidered the peony into a furry lion head. The silk thread was wrapped around the tassels of the lanterns on the porch columns, making it look like a floral scarf tied around the black tiles and white walls.

In front of the moon-shaped gate of Hengwu Garden, the hairdresser caught Hannah and wanted to tie her hair.

The gold and jade armor scratched her black hair, transforming her into a classical beauty in the blink of an eye. Lu Yong was counting bamboo leaves outside the door when he suddenly heard the sound of a pearl curtain. Hannah stuck her head out with her five-pearl bun on her head, and the red pendant hanging from her hairpin dazzled his eyes. "Sir, have you ever met my brother Bao?" She stretched out her hand in an operatic voice, but the smart watch exposed from her cuffs flashed a modern blue light.

The curved corridor of the Lotus Fragrance Pavilion was covered with mist, and Hannah was determined to imitate a lady holding a round fan to catch butterflies. Her skirt brushed against the moss and she almost slipped. When Lu Yong held her up by the waist, the fan had already pierced through the reflection on the pond. The koi scattered and gathered again, and the broken sky and cloud shadows were turned into glass in the pond. "I call this an alternative way of making a nest!" She stuffed fish food into Lu Yong's waist with confidence, and the gold-sprinkled skirt was stained with water, revealing a piece of gilded sunset.

There were flowery paper on the desk of Qiu Shuang Zhai, and Hannah grabbed the purple brush to write a poem. The ink splashed onto Lu Yong's bamboo-patterned robe, spreading a freehand landscape painting. She bit the pen and sang out the line "The spring breeze does not understand the knot of lovesickness", but she wrote the word "思" next to the word "糸", which looked like a Chinese knot tied to the poem. The teacher stroked his goatee and laughed: "The girl's word is in line with the popular deconstructionism today."

Behind the pearl curtain of Nuanxiangwu is a makeup box. Hannah was caught by the shopkeeper while trying on lip balm. The pomegranate red rouge was smeared crookedly, like a child who stole candied cherries. Lu Yong paid for the whole makeup box to make amends, but she dipped cinnabar to dot a flower ornament on his forehead. The bronze mirror reflects the overlapping profiles of the two people, and a branch of pink magnolia buds pokes out of the window, just like adding a natural hairpin flower to the mirror frame.

The stage next to Qinfang Pavilion was performing "Awakening from a Dream". Hannah sneaked backstage and put on Du Liniang's costume. Her sleeves swung against the lamp stand, causing the candlelight to flicker. She held up her skirt and dodged the sparks, which was more vivid than the performance on stage. The troupe owner smiled and threw a folding fan to her: "Girl, with such skills, you should go to the next door to perform "Havoc in Heaven"!"

The bamboo curtains of the Liaofeng Pavilion filtered the light and shadows, and Hannah was lying on the chessboard, playing tricks. She was going to teach Lu Yong how to play ancient chess, but she arranged the black and white pieces into a smiley face symbol. A passing young monk clasped his hands and said, "This chess game of yours is quite like a wake-up call from Zen Buddhism." She took the opportunity to stuff the chess pieces into the wide sleeves of her monk's robe and said, "Young master, take this verse with you on your journey!"

The midday sun warmed the glazed tiles of Aojingxi Pavilion. Hannah took off her embroidered shoes and stepped into the stream. The small silver bell on her anklet scared away the frogs under the water lilies, but attracted a group of koi to peck at her toes. When Lu Yong came over with iced sour plum soup, she suddenly splashed water and wet half of his sleeves. Amid the chirping of cicadas, the armlets were faintly visible under the soaked gauze, and the embossed lotus flowers seemed to come alive in the water. The rose bushes in Hongxiang Garden hid a wooden swing. Hannah swung too high and startled the swallowtail butterflies that were collecting nectar. Her stockings caught on the branches and pulled out the silk thread, and the golden peony was missing a petal. When the flower nanny chased after her with scissors, she hid in Lu Yong's cloak in a panic. Zhuyeqing's cloak swelled into a spring cocoon, shaking off a few bright red petals stuck to her hair.

The incense burner in Longcui Temple was filled with smoke for three times, and Hannah insisted on shaking the sticks to ask about her marriage. When the stick tube fell over, all 18 sticks were scattered, as if the gods were troubled by her. The abbot picked up two sticks and sighed with a smile: "The donor shook out 'Random Matches' and 'An unexpected success'." She tied the two sticks with red ropes and tied them to Lu Yong's jade pendant as a tassel.

The sudden spring rain dyed Daoxiang Village into an ink painting. Hannah wore a handmade raincoat as a raincoat. The tassels under the bamboo hat brushed Lu Yong's neck, and the tingling feeling mixed with the smell of green grass penetrated into the collar. She walked in puddles in wooden clogs, and the splashed mud added a circle of ink pattern to the hem of her skirt. The oil-paper umbrella on the peddler's pole opened in the rain curtain. Hannah exchanged her silver bracelet for an old umbrella with a picture of a drunken peony.

The Xiangfei bamboo in Xiaoxiang Pavilion was dripping with green. Hannah was stabbed while carving words on the bamboo joints. The blood beads rolled down and dyed half of the word "Yong" red, which seemed to be a cinnabar mole on the green bamboo. When Lu Yong put a Band-Aid on her, she suddenly pulled her hand away and pressed it on his chest: "Hurry up and get some of your good luck!" The cartoon panda on the hemostatic patch was rubbed and curled up in the swaying shadows of the bamboo.

As night fell, Hannah ran towards Qinfang Gate carrying a lotus lantern.

They said they wanted to imitate the ancients and release river lanterns to pray for blessings, but they turned the electronic lotus lanterns into colorful marquees.

The security guard chased after her with a flashlight in hand: "Girl, this light can turn the Dragon King into a lead dancer in a disco!"

She dragged Lu Yong into the fake cave and hid there. When they were fumbling to turn off the power, their shadows overlapped on the stone wall to form the embracing mandarin ducks in the shadow play.

The last day of visiting Nanchuan.

The thousand-year-old cypress trees at the Yinzi Temple were still dozing in the morning mist, but Hannah grabbed a stick of incense and pushed open the vermilion gate: "Look! The gatekeeper said that the first stick of incense can keep the lights on for thirty years!"

Lu Yong's trekking pole was stuck in the crack of the stone steps. When he looked up, he caught her embroidered shoes that had flown away. The pearls on the toe of the shoes rolled into the crack of the merit box and shone in the incense ashes like a relic of unresolved worldly desires.

There was a bronze wind chime hanging under the eaves of the library. When Hannah stood on tiptoe to reach it, the laces of her skirt got tangled in the wooden couplets. When Lu Yong untied the knot, he found that she had yesterday's blessing stick pinned to her waist. On the yellowed rice paper, the ink mark of "See you year after year" was rubbed halfway, as if it had been bitten by time in advance. The old Taoist priest who was sweeping the floor stroked his beard and smiled: "The girl's stick must be protected by the rootless water in front of the Sanqing Temple."

As soon as the rubbing master at the Stele Forest Gallery spread out the rice paper, Hannah grabbed the rubbing bag and wanted to start rubbing herself. With cinnabar powder flying all over her sleeves, she turned the "Yin Zhen Xun Gu" into a "Heavenly Girl Scattering Flowers". When Lu Yong chased her with a wet towel, she dodged behind the original stele of Yan Zhenqing, and her azurite skirt swept across the two words "Dun Xing", adding a playful ending to the thousand-year-old ancient teachings.

The wishing pond in front of the main hall was covered with green waterweeds, and Hannah insisted on skipping coins on the water to make a wish. The third coin bounced and hit the forehead of the stone turtle, startling the fish in the pond and splashing her hair. When Lu Yong was twisting the water stains on the corner of his clothes, he found that she had secretly engraved "LY&HN" on the coin, which was now lying among the green moss, shining with a secret silver light.

The teahouse on the back mountain was filled with mist. Hannah burned her fingertips while imitating the ancients in making tea. When the lid of the purple clay teapot broke, she used the broken pieces to form an abstract heart on the bamboo table. "This is a sign of reunion!" The old woman who made tea smiled and handed over the ointment. Hannah took the opportunity to stuff the broken porcelain pieces into the interlayer of Lu Yong's backpack. The sharp curved surface outlined the outline of a heartbeat through the canvas.

The morning mist of the salt terraces was still lingering on the hillside, and Hannah's straw hat was rolled into a rolling wheel by the wind. Lu Yong chased her to the seventh terrace before he caught her hat. The wild camellia pinned on the brim of her hat had already fallen into the mud. She squatted on the ridge of the field to pick up flower petals, and suddenly pointed at the paddy field and exclaimed: "Look! Our reflections have been planted into the rice seedlings!"

In the experience hall of the ancient salt well, Hannah insisted on pulling the windlass to draw brine. She refused to let go even when the hemp rope rubbed her palms red, until the wooden barrel hit the wall of the well, and the ripples shattered the reflection of the thousand-year-old salt crystals. The salt-making master handed her a piece of rock salt: "Girl, your efforts have actually rehearsed the end of the world in advance." She broke the salt block into two halves and secretly stuffed the larger piece into Lu Yong's hiking shoes.

The midday sun turned the terraces into silver mirrors, and Hannah danced on the paths. Her embroidered shoes were stuck in the mud and couldn't be pulled out, so she waded barefoot in the brine canal, making water splashes like a string of pearls. Lu Yong chased her to the viewing platform holding her shoes and socks, and found her drawing smiling faces on the salt sand with her toes. The silver bells on her ankles were stained with salt grains, and the sound was like a handful of stars scattered in the wind.

The old man at the salt field taught them how to rake salt flowers, and Hannah danced with the wooden rake like Sun Wukong's golden hoop. Salt grains flew into the back of Lu Yong's neck, and the melted salty taste flowed down his spine to form a miniature canal. The salt sand that fought back flew into the air, and was swept into the air by the mountain wind into fluttering artificial snow, which fell on her hair and became the early evening snow.

The salt workers' chant suddenly rose from the bottom of the valley, and Hannah followed the tune and responded randomly. The out-of-tune singing startled the salt-collecting birds, but attracted the duet of the old salt workers on the other side. The layers of terraces became a natural echo wall, turning the tail sound of "Hey Yo Ho" into an aged wine song that intoxicated the mountains.

As the sunset dyed the salt pan into an amber sea, Hannah secretly scooped brine to cook "parting salt". As soon as she put the pottery pot on the campfire, she was caught by the patrol. She held up the wooden spoon to defend herself: "This is molecular cuisine to extract travel memories!" When Lu Yong smiled and cleaned up the mess, he found a layer of crystal salt at the bottom of the pot, and under the light, he could see the silhouette of them chasing each other.

The evening breeze brought the scent of the first blooming saltwort flowers, and Hannah insisted on making a wreath as a farewell gift. When the vines were clumsily torn apart, Lu Yong's buttons became a scapegoat and fell into the grass. She held the button and said confidently: "I will bet this one on you as the moon of Nanchuan!" Between the ridges where the night dew was getting heavier, the buttonless collar was filled with mountain breeze, and she knew the weight of her heartbeat more than before.

The midnight starry sky replicated the Milky Way in the salt fields, and Hannah suddenly ran barefoot to the bottom of the valley.

She said she would throw her shoes into the ancient salt well to pray for a reunion in reincarnation, but when she reached the well mouth, she held the embroidered shoes to her chest. Lu Yong took out the coin with inscriptions: "Why not bet on this, it's light and wear-resistant." As the coin fell into the well, her eyelashes were covered with stars condensed from salt grains, brighter than all the reflections from the terraced fields.

As Morning Star climbed up the Mastiff Ridge, Hannah pasted the journey tickets into a souvenir album.

On the last ticket with a missing corner, she drew a snail carrying salt grains.

Lu Yong's backpack suddenly made a sound of broken porcelain. The broken pieces of purple clay from Yinzi Temple had somehow formed a crescent moon. The sharp cracks showed the morning and evening lines accumulated over twelve days. (End of this chapter)