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

The pink walls of Love Lane are covered with bougainvillea.

Hannah was applying lipstick in front of the reflective glass window, while Lu Yong was holding up his phone to find the angle. Suddenly, a curly-haired guy holding a GoPro entered the camera: "Do you mind taking a vlog? You two are such a good couple!"

Hannah subconsciously pushed Lu Yong into the flowers, but she tripped over the cracks in the bricks.

The curly-haired guy accurately captured the moment when the two people rolled into a ball, and the cross of the Ruins of St. Paul's behind them happened to frame their overlapping figures.

"This segment is called 'Love Under the Holy Light'!" Before he disappeared in the blink of an eye, he stuffed a box of Ju Ji almond cookies into Hannah's straw bag.

The air conditioning in the souvenir shop extinguished the heat.

Hannah was struggling with the pork jerky and seaweed rolls, while Lu Yong secretly stuffed a can of shrimp paste into the cart, which she glanced at for a few more seconds.

When the cashier scanned the code, he suddenly exclaimed: "You are the 520th customer today! Get a free Ruins of St. Paul's model building blocks!"

The assembly instructions were actually printed in Portuguese, and the two of them squatted on the stone pier at the door of the store to study them.

The middle school student in school uniform smiled and corrected him: "The gears should be installed in the opposite direction!"

The archway they built together was slightly tilted, but Hannah insisted that it was a "romantic version of the Leaning Tower of Pisa."

The green tiles of the afternoon tea shop are cool.

Hannah poked the biscuit crumbs on the sawdust pudding, and Lu Yong scooped the mango ice from her cup. The apron-wearing lady boss suddenly brought the bacalhau balls: "These are for you, please post on Facebook to check in!"

The smell of fried fish attracted the orange cat, which spilled the chili sauce when it jumped onto the windowsill.

There were red stains on Lu Yong's white T-shirt, and Hannah used wet wipes to wipe it but it turned into a heart shape.

"This is the limited edition skin for the Ruins of St. Paul's." She tried to hold back her laughter and drew an arrow in the "heart". The tip of her pen itched so much that Lu Yong shrank into a shrimp.

As the setting sun painted the stone walls a honey color, Hannah suddenly had the urge to take a silhouette photo.

"Hands should be shaped like a swan!" She instructed Lu Yong to pose, and when she stepped back to find the angle, she bumped into the easel. The watercolor painting on the drawing board was rubbed into a rainbow, but the art school students were surprised and said: "This texture effect is amazing! Give it to you as a souvenir!"

When the painting was being collected, a strong wind blew up, and the scroll wrapped in Hannah's shawl flew to the top of the archway.

The cleaner used an aerial work vehicle to help take it down, and Hannah forced him to take two bags of pork jerky as a thank you gift.

Lu Yong took the opportunity to capture the moment when she stood on tiptoe to hand over the snacks, and the sunset burned a golden edge between her raised hair.

When the night lights came on, the archway turned amber. Hannah flipped through the photo album and exclaimed, "There are orange cats in all the photos!" Lu Yong suddenly pointed to the shadow - the cat was squatting on the stone steps, chewing the dried fish they had missed, and the tip of its tail was leisurely beating the rhythm.

The grandma who was selling the glow-in-the-dark bracelets came closer and said mysteriously: "This is the guardian cat of the Ruins of St. Paul's. Couples who take photos with it will live happily ever after."

Hannah rushed over to hug the cat, but when the flash came on, the orange cat jumped onto the broken wall. Its claw marks crushed the moonlight, casting a plum blossom-shaped spot of light on Lu Yong's shoulder.

On the way back, passing by the stone pier where she had built building blocks in the afternoon, Hannah discovered that the model was missing.

The street singer suddenly played "The Moon Represents My Heart". Inside the guitar case was the crooked archway they had built, with a note underneath: "I borrowed it as a reward box, and I'll give you 30% of the income!"

Lu Yong took out a coin and put it in. Suddenly, the model popped out of the small drawer - it turned out to be the unopened box of Juji almond cookies. When Hannah broke the cookies, the crumbs fell into the guitar case and formed a star map. The young street singer whistled and added an impromptu rap.

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When the morning bell of Puji Zen Temple rang to open the gate, Hannah was standing on tiptoe to put coins into the merit box.

Sandalwood mixed with dew vapor drifted over the hem of her floral skirt. Lu Yong suddenly pulled her back: "Don't step on the moving ants!" The winding golden team on the stone steps was carrying bread crumbs, and the leading ant's head was stained with Hannah's newly fallen mascara.

The monk in a grey cloth shirt held back his smile and handed over the bamboo incense: "Donors, wash your hands first." Hannah squatted in front of the copper basin and splashed water, which scared away the aerial roots of the century-old banyan tree reflected on the water surface. Acacia beans brought from Nanchuan suddenly fell out of Lu Yong's shirt pocket and rolled into the release pond, causing a turtle to stick its head out and knock over the lotus leaf cup.

The cushions in the main hall were still cool from the night dew. Hannah imitated the posture of the grandmother sitting next to her, and with her eyes closed, she stole a glance at the corners of Lu Yong's mouth, trying not to smile. Suddenly, there was a "click" sound from the altar, and the Polaroid camera she had hidden automatically spit out a blurry photo - the candlelight in front of the Buddha was blurred into a heart-shaped light spot on the film.

The laywoman on duty leaned in to take a closer look: "This angle can capture the full view of the Three Buddhas." She enthusiastically helped adjust the camera parameters, but Hannah stared blankly at the sandalwood beads on her wrist - the pattern on the beads looked very much like the cracks on the Ruins of St. Paul's stone wall yesterday. Lu Yong took the opportunity to secretly take a photo of her stunned expression, and the flash startled the swallows on the beams, which dropped mud into the ashes of the incense burner.

The earthenware pot in the back mountain teahouse was bubbling with white smoke. Hannah poked at the vegetarian dumplings and complained that they were not meaty. Lu Yong suddenly produced hot sauce from his backpack - the glass jar was still labeled with the Nanchuan Inn. The tea monk in cassock frowned and coughed. The two of them hurriedly stuffed the hot sauce back into their bags, but the red oil rubbed onto the title page of the Heart Sutra manuscript.

"I'll punish you by making you sweep the fallen leaves." The tea monk handed over the bamboo rake with a naughty look in his eyes. Hannah gathered the fallen leaves into a small hill, and Lu Yong suddenly had the idea to insert dead branches as a wishing tree. A Korean tourist in sportswear mistook it for a real tourist attraction and tied a purple ribbon on the "tree", with Chinese characters written crookedly: "I want to marry a Chinese Oppa".

The iron bell of the ancient bell pavilion was covered with spider webs. Hannah dared not pull the bell rope hard, and Lu Yong put his arm around her wrist from behind: "Swing like this—" The sound of the bell startled the pigeons on the eaves, and the fluttering down feathers stuck to Hannah's newly painted milk tea-colored nails. The girl wearing Hanfu live broadcast screamed in the camera: "Oh my god, CP fans are ecstatic!" The mobile phone holder almost knocked over the merit box.

The old lady in charge of incense offerings took out a QR code and said, "Donate merit to light up the electronic lotus lantern." While Hannah was carefully selecting special effects, Lu Yong secretly changed the last digit of her phone to 520. The electronic screen on the altar suddenly exploded with golden lotuses all over the sky, scaring the little monk so much that he dropped his broom and flipped the sutra to the chapter on marriage.

The moss on the stele corridor was strangely slippery. Hannah was posing with the stone carvings from the Qianlong period, and her skirt was suddenly lifted by the mountain breeze. When Lu Yong rushed to block it, he stepped on the clogs dropped by the pilgrim, and the two of them fell in front of the stele, and the back of their heads just hit the infrared sensor of the cultural relic protection warning sign.

"Alarm! Alarm!" The mechanical female voice startled the abbot and he ran over, almost stepping on the ant army trudging through the front hall with his monk's shoes. Hannah was trying hard to hold back her laughter until tears came out of her eyes. Lu Yong's white socks were dyed into tie-dye art by moss, and there were broken inscriptions from an unknown dynasty stuck to his ankles.

The koi carps in the release pond were so fat that they were dripping with oil. Hannah sprinkled fish food and hummed an adapted version of the Great Compassion Mantra, running to her grandmother's house. Lu Yong secretly recorded a video and posted it on WeChat Moments, with the caption "Contemporary Sanskrit Sounds". An old man in a sunscreen jacket suddenly handed over a fishing rod: "Do you want to fish? I'll teach you how to cast a rod!"

Hannah was about to pick it up, but the surveillance camera by the pool suddenly turned red. The old man put away his fishing rod in a second and mixed into the tour group, hiding his achievements and fame. However, the turtle in the pool held a grudge and took away Hannah's pearl hairpin as a trophy, and ripples of pride appeared on the water surface.

The fortune stick in the corner of the Zen room was covered with patina. Hannah shook out a very good fortune stick and was about to be happy, but she found that the text on the stick had been changed by the previous pilgrim to "Have a son soon" in ballpoint handwriting. Lu Yong suppressed his laughter and interpreted the stick: "The master said you should treat me to Yangzhi Ganlu." The master who interpreted the stick put on his reading glasses and took a closer look. He actually picked out a melon seed kernel from 1997 from the crack of the bamboo stick.

A high school student in a JK uniform enthusiastically instructed: "You have to throw the Holy Grail to be accurate!" Hannah followed suit and threw the wooden hexagram, but the cup got stuck in the gap between the beams and pillars. The young monk jumped and poked with a feather duster, shaking off the century-old dust that dyed Lu Yong's hair gray. The century-old couple tree outside the mountain gate was wrapped with red ropes. Hannah took out her lip balm as a paintbrush and drew an abstract heart on the bark. The old man selling wish cards suddenly turned on the beauty light: "Sister, buy a card and get a red rope for blessing!" When Lu Yong bargained, the old man's Bluetooth headset leaked a stock market report.

When the license plate was fastened, a sudden downpour came, and the ink of "I want to raise a Shiba Inu" was blurred into "I want to raise the God of Wealth". Hannah hid her head in the rain, and the jasmine paste in her hair evaporated with the fragrance of Southeast Asia. Lu Yong unfolded a tourist map as an umbrella, and the ink was smudged by the rain, and the Ruins of St. Paul's pattern just covered her head.

Tourists hiding from the rain in the vegetarian hall were packed like sardines. Hannah was given half a bowl of ginger tea to warm her hands, and Lu Yong secretly squeezed three pumps of maple syrup into it. A volunteer boy wearing a trendy sweatshirt approached her: "Would you like to try the AI ​​fortune-telling bun?" The note inside the red bean bun that Hannah bit open turned out to be a selfie that Lu Yong had posted on his WeChat Moments last night.

Suddenly, Buddhist chants could be heard from outside the rain curtain. It turned out that monks were marching in a procession with yellow umbrellas. Hannah raised her phone to take a video on Douyin, and the filter automatically added cool electric lights to the procession. Things began to fall out of Lu Yong's shirt pocket again - this time it was the copper bell from the wishing pavilion that Nanchuan brought, which rolled into the coin slot of the merit box with a clanging sound.

When the rain stopped, a rainbow crossed the release pond. A squirrel sneaked in steamed bread crumbs from Hannah's straw bag, and Lu Yong used a hot sauce bottle to lure it to pose for photos. The photographer in mountaineering clothes excitedly took a series of photos: "This composition can win a Pulitzer Prize!" The squirrel's tail swept over the hot sauce bottle, and Lu Yong's white shoes were officially upgraded from tie-dye to ink art.

As the evening drum sounded, Hannah scattered the remaining fish food to the ant army.

The worker ant carrying the mascara actually led the team to form a love formation, but unfortunately Lu Yong stepped into a puddle and ruined the masterpiece.

Hannah scolded and laughed as she slapped his back with her muddy handprints, the prints of her palms just happened to be a copy of the remaining strokes of an ancient Chinese character "永结同心" (Forever Together) on a piece of stele in the corridor.

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As soon as the searchlight of the Guia Lighthouse went out, Hannah grabbed Lu Yong and rushed to the Songshan Cable Car Station: "The first train will have the panoramic carriage to itself!"

The tail of her newly dyed blue-purple hair swept past the ticket machine, sticking to the glow-in-the-dark star stickers she bought the night before at the Ruins of St. Paul's. The station attendant in overalls smiled and pointed at the electronic screen: "It's foggy at the top of the mountain, are you sure you want to go up the mountain, pretty girl?"

Before he finished speaking, the roar of pine waves suddenly came from the morning mist.

Hannah clutched the zodiac print on the cable car ticket: "Did you hear that? The pine trees are singing a welcome song for us!" Lu Yong's white sweatshirt hood was filled with pine needles from the Puji Temple. A few of them flew out with the mountain breeze and stuck to the infrared sensor of the ticket gate.

The glass of the cable car cabin was covered with steam. Hannah finished drawing a crooked heart and suddenly realized that the path of the condensed mist looked very much like the purple smoke of the A-Ma Temple. Lu Yong took out the velvet cloth he brought from Nanchuan to wipe the glass and was surprised to see a squirrel running wildly with a Portuguese tart fifty meters away, with the puff pastry crumbs scattered into a discontinuous constellation map.

"It's the Songshan elf!" The old lady in hiking boots spoke mysteriously, with a radish cake wrapped in plastic wrap in the side pocket of her backpack. She pointed Lu Yong to the lovebirds on the treetops, and the bird's beak was holding the pearl hairpin that Hannah had dropped at Puji Zen Temple yesterday. The squirrel suddenly braked, and the Portuguese tart rolled into the gap between the cable car tracks, splashing the egg and milk fragrance all over the uppers of their shoes.

The telescope on the observation deck was covered with dew. Hannah inserted a coin to adjust the focus, and the camera suddenly captured a bride in a wedding dress throwing a bouquet under the lighthouse. Lu Yong secretly took a photo of her with her nose against the camera, and the flash scared away the egrets on the pine branches, and the dew from their wings just washed away the mandarin duck graffiti on the telescope screen.

A grandpa who was selling egg waffles passed by with his cart: "Young man, if you help, add purple potato filling to summon the guardian of the lighthouse!" When Hannah bit into the crispy shell, the purple taro paste sprayed on Lu Yong's chin, and the church bell happened to ring in the distance. Grandpa took out a traditional tape measure to measure the stain: "Three centimeters, exactly the straight-line distance from the lighthouse to the Notre Dame Church!"

The yellow walls of the Church of Our Lady of the Snows are covered with ivy. Hannah imitated the gestures of the angels in the murals to take a selfie, her lace cuffs hooked on the velvet curtain of the confessional. When Lu Yong rescued her, he tore off the yellowed note in the secret compartment. There was a Portuguese love letter mixed with simplified Chinese graffiti: "April 2020, 4, Mr. Chen will always love Mrs. Lin."

An old man in a monk's robe suddenly appeared: "Do you want to ring the bell? Twenty dollars for a candle for wishing." Hannah lit the candle and then found that the candlestick was engraved with the same stone carvings as the Ruins of St. Paul's. The melted wax wrapped around the pine needles on her skirt, forming a small amber target. The wind from the bell rope lifted Lu Yong's collar, revealing the green moss-stained collarbone line of the Puji Zen Temple.

The cold air in the air-raid shelter exhibition hall makes people shudder. Hannah sighs as she touches the bullet-riddled brick wall. Lu Yong is suddenly drawn into the VR experience machine - the eaves of the A-Ma Temple flash across the 1943 air raid scene. The staff member smiles and reminds: "Sheng, your phone screensaver is in the picture!"

Hannah looked closer and saw that Lu Yong's lock screen was a picture of her sweeping fallen leaves at Puji Temple. The VR glasses suddenly sprayed, and the simulated smell of gunpowder mixed with the real smell of radish cake made the two choke to tears. The young tour guide in school uniform took the opportunity to sell hand-painted postcards: "You can send them to yourself ten years later with the lighthouse stamp on them!"

The fallen leaves on the mountain trails look like Persian carpets. Hannah took off her canvas shoes and stepped on the natural acupressure mat. The bell on her anklet startled the patrolling tortoise-shell cat. Lu Yong took out hot sauce to lure the cat, but was stopped by the old lady in Tai Chi clothes: "What the hell! Its great-grandfather once guarded the Japanese watchtower!"

The cat took the initiative to rub Hannah's ankle, and its tail swept away the rainbow hairpin in her hair. Suddenly, Cantonese opera blasted out of the old lady's radio, and the tortoise-shell cat ran up the pine tree with the hairpin in its mouth, and the pine cone fell and hit Lu Yong on the back of his neck. Hannah smiled and took out her phone to take a photo of his embarrassed look, but the camera captured a mini rainbow reflected by the hairpin on the treetop, which happened to be on the top of the lighthouse.

The old photos in the lighthouse exhibition hall were tea-stained yellow. Hannah leaned in to read the 1940 keeper's log, and the hot air she exhaled activated the constant humidity system of the moisture-proof cabinet. Lu Yong secretly took a comparison photo of her and the keeper's wax figure, and the flash made the wax figure's eyelids tremble slightly - it turned out to be a green lizard shedding its skin on the glass.

The guide in a navy shirt suddenly opened the secret door: "Do you want to see the undisclosed spiral staircase?" Hannah's skirt got stuck in the gap of the cast iron spiral staircase, and the thread that was pulled out became a ball of wool, which Lu Yong woven into a mini lighthouse keychain. The guide's old pocket watch chain suddenly broke, and the dial glass rolled to Hannah's feet, reflecting the deformed spire of the Notre Dame Church.

The water dispenser on the Songshan running trail sprayed rainbows. Hannah accidentally touched the high-pressure valve when filling the kettle, and the water column wet the graffiti on Lu Yong's limited edition sneakers. The runner in fluorescent sportswear laughed: "Young man, good luck!" The finisher's medal on his chest flickered out, and it turned out to be a metal piece in the shape of the Ruins of St. Paul's.

Hannah chased after him to ask about the medal's origins, but the runner accelerated and disappeared around the bend in the mountain trail.

After Lu Yong's white shoes were soaked in water, a hidden pattern was revealed - a pair of lotus flowers embroidered by a grandmother from Nanchuan. The petals stretched out when they came into contact with water, just enough to support the shadow of the pine needles.

Hannah took out her lip balm to touch up the color, painting the faded lotus core a fiery cinnabar red.

The lighthouse at dusk lights up with an amber beam.

Hannah set up a tripod on the observation deck, while Lu Yong held up a time-lapse camera phone to feed mosquitoes.

The team who were wearing Hanfu for the photo shoot suddenly scattered artificial snow. The polyester snowflakes stuck to Hannah's lens hood, and from a distance it looked like a woolen hat was put on the lighthouse.

When the lighting engineer adjusted the fill light board, the reflection happened to activate the heart rate monitor on Lu Yong's watch.

Hannah stole a glance at the soaring numbers and deliberately leaned close to his ear to hum "The Light of Friendship", but the lighthouse's sudden switch of the rotating beam caused her to hum out of tune. Their shadows were stretched out and cast in the pine forest, startling the magpies roosting at night, and the sound of their wings flapping mixed into the bass accompaniment.

The panoramic skylight of the cable car going down the mountain reflects the starry sky.

Hannah flipped through the photo album and found cats in every photo—the tortoise-shell cat, the three-flowered cat from the Puji Zen Temple, and the orange cat from the Ruins of St. Paul’s were all in the same frame in the corner of the Notre Dame Church. Lu Yong took out a bottle of hot sauce and shook it: “Nanchuan special catnip flavor, do you want to invite them to a party?”

The carriage suddenly stopped, and inertia caused Hannah to crash into Lu Yong's arms.

The station attendant held up the loudspeaker to explain: "A squirrel is stealing the Portuguese tarts from the cables!"

When the emergency lights came on, the two saw the hugging posture reflected in the glass, which subtly overlapped with the image of the war lovers reproduced in the air-raid shelter VR.

Hannah's earrings reflected in Lu Yong's pupils, like the eternal light of a lighthouse. (End of this chapter)