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

The wisteria hanging from the moon-shaped gate of Lu Garden was still covered with dew, and Hannah's lace parasol was stuck in the cracks of the Taihu stone.

She stood on tiptoe to reach the lotus pattern on the stone ceiling, and her skirt swept off the cicada shells on the banana leaves, which happened to fall into the paper bag of Portuguese tarts that Lu Yong was holding.

"Is this the welcoming gift of the Lingnan style gardens?" He pinched the golden skin and smiled bitterly. Hannah's phone camera was already pointed at the stone wall: "Hurry up and pose like The Peony Pavilion!"

The morning exercise granny in xiangyun gauze suddenly swung out her sleeves and said, "Pretty girl, do you want to borrow some props?"

Like a magician, she fished out a brocade fan from the koi pond, with a water lily petal stuck to the end of the handle.

When Hannah fiddled with the fan pendant, the fish in the pond were startled and scattered, the ripples shattered the reflection of the Nine-Curve Bridge, and the red scales rubbed against Lu Yong's white socks, making it look like they were splashed with cinnabar ink.

The glazed windows of the tea pavilion filter out colorful spots of light.

Hannah poked at the almond biscuits and complained that they were too sweet. Lu Yong suddenly took out the lei cha powder that Nanchuan brought from his backpack.

The Tea Doctor in a double-breasted shirt frowned and knocked on the table: "There will be an additional cleaning fee for eating out!" The two of them hurriedly stuffed the bamboo tube back into their bags, but the matcha green had dyed the edges of the rubbing of the "Lu Garden Records" stele.

"You will be punished to feed the koi for half a month." Dr. Tea had a mischievous gleam in his eyes as he handed over the bag of fish food.

Hannah threw bait to draw a heart, and Lu Yong suddenly had the idea to use cookie crumbs to connect the arrow. A Korean tourist holding a selfie stick mistook it for a celebrity check-in spot and threw coins into the pool to make a wish. The Korean won copper coins startled the koi carp to turn over and reveal its belly shining with gold.

The Yingshi of the Baishi Pavilion was wrinkled like an old man's face. Hannah touched the inscription "Mi Fu's Legacy" and posed, and her hairpin suddenly caught the tassel of the bamboo curtain. When Lu Yong rescued her, he dropped the yellowed chess manual in the secret compartment, with gongche notation mixed with simplified Chinese characters: "On the Mid-Autumn Festival of 1987, Mr. He and Mrs. Liang played chess here."

An old man in kung fu pants appeared swinging a bird cage: "Young man, do you know how to play blind chess?" Hannah randomly matched the black pieces, and the thrush in the cage suddenly sang the melody of "General's Order". Lu Yong's white T-shirt was cut by the shadows of bamboo, and the spots of light just formed the heart-shaped stains that he took yesterday at the lighthouse. The mint scent mixed with the aged sandalwood scent fought on the chessboard.

The antique display cabinets in Linglong Mountain House were covered with spider webs. Hannah held her breath in front of the imitation snuff bottle, and the white mist she exhaled activated the humidistat alarm. Lu Yong secretly took a comparison photo of her and a Cantonese porcelain vase, and the flash startled the swallows on the beams, which smeared mud on the mother-of-pearl inlay of the late Qing Dynasty rosewood chair.

The administrator suddenly opened the secret room: "Do you want to see the undisplayed paper-cut paintings?" Hannah's high heels got stuck in the cracks of the flower steps, and the heels that were pulled out were stained with rouge from a hundred years ago. Lu Yong's canvas bag dropped the fortune slip from Puji Temple, and the yellowed paper floated into the fan of the lady in the painting. The modern ballpoint pen handwriting "Have a son soon" was a perfect match with the meticulous painting.

The duckweed in the lotus pond holds crystal-like raindrops. Hannah hums "The Ballad of Picking Lotuses" to stir up the water ripples, and the adapted electronic music scares away the kingfishers under the leaves. Lu Yong secretly recorded a video and posted it on WeChat Moments, with the caption "Contemporary Haojiang Xia Yuhe". A photographer in a Tang suit suddenly handed over an oil-paper umbrella: "The rain will complement your cheongsam!"

Hannah took the umbrella and turned around, but the ribs got caught on the old scab of the century-old wisteria. The uncle collected the props in a second and mixed into the tour group, hiding his achievements and fame. The carp in the pond held a grudge and took away her newly bought pearl earrings as a betrothal gift, and the water rippled into a vortex shaped like a lotus.

The rubbings of inscriptions and calligraphy in the corridors were damp. Hannah blew on the blurred cursive script, and the mist revealed the remaining strokes of "永结同心". Lu Yong used lemon tea to trace on the green bricks, and the army of ants attracted by the sour smell formed the character "囍" in thin gold script. The art academy students who were sketching in Hanfu exclaimed: "The five colors of ink have come alive!"

The uncle who looked like the headmaster picked up the mop and said, "Young girl, don't mess things up!" Hannah knocked over the pen holder when she dodged, and the century-old ink stained Lu Yong's limited edition sneakers. She tried to hold back her laughter and used wet wipes to fix it, but the smudged ink looked like the pattern of the marriage charms prayed for at the A-Ma Temple.

The Podocarpus in the bonsai garden coiled time. Hannah made a scissor hand gesture and took a photo with the miniature tower pine, and the old craftsman holding the magnifying glass was dizzy with the diamonds on his nails. The small pine branches that Lu Yong secretly broke off were inserted into her straw bag, and the resin fragrance mixed with the honey smell of Juji pork jerky.

"I'll punish you to name the bonsai." The old craftsman's beard was stained with pine needles as he handed over the gold-sprinkled paper. Hannah wrote "Magpie Bridge Fairy" and Lu Yong wrote "Foodie Alliance" in a dog-like hand. The craftsman's silver scissors suddenly fell, and the blade cut out a rainbow bridge in the sunset, which happened to connect the newlyweds on the other side of the pond.

When the sunset gilded the glazed flower wall, Hannah insisted on taking a slow-motion shot of "Meeting Love Through the Round Door". Lu Yong stepped on the turtle feeding trough while walking backwards to take the shot, and the moss made him slide out of the waltz. The photographer in a wedding dress excitedly took the shot: "Let me borrow your backs as the foreground!"

The flash startled an egret, which flew toward the sunset with Hannah's lace headband stuck in the cracks of the stone in the morning. Two buttons of Lu Yong's shirt fell off and rolled into the gap of the stele corridor, becoming an archaeological puzzle a hundred years later. The turtle in the pond surfaced, and the shell pattern formed a crooked heart, which looked very much like the graffiti she had drawn on his sneakers.

When the night lights came on, the corridors turned into a lantern array. Hannah was selecting the tassels of the palace lanterns, and her phone screensaver suddenly popped up a VR version of the war lovers in the air-raid shelter. Lu Yong blocked the projection with his body, and his shadow was folded into a shadow play on the silk painting, showing their embarrassing situation of being stuck in the moon cave door in the early morning.

An old man dressed as a night watchman struck the gong: "The garden is closed at midnight—"

The ending sound drags out a trembling high note.

Hannah looked back at the Nine-Turn Bridge for the last time and found that every turn was dotted with traces they had left behind: broken pieces of Portuguese tart, pine needles, ink stains and smile lines, which formed eight new scenes of the garden in the moonlight.

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The mint green window frames of the Taipa House were still covered with morning dew, and Hannah's lace skirt had already swept across the phoenix petals on the gravel road.

She held up her phone and stepped back to frame the scene. Her lower back knocked over a clay flower jar in the municipal garden, and the jacaranda flowers fell into the sawdust pudding that Lu Yong was holding.

"The Portuguese girl is going to get angry!" He smiled bitterly while holding the dessert cup with caramel patterns. Hannah's retro Polaroid camera suddenly spit out film - in the frame was an old lady in a Portuguese apron secretly sowing coriander seeds.

The gardener in a blue and white tile-patterned apron suddenly rang a bell: "Girl, do you want to feed the peacocks?" She produced a bag of corn kernels from behind the blinds. The bag of feed was printed with the 1999 return commemorative postmark.

When Hannah threw the corn, she startled the swiftlets under the eaves, and the corn kernels she pecked away happened to spell out the residual image of the word "囍" that she saw yesterday at the Luyuan stele. Lu Yong's white sneakers sank into the wet volcanic rock road, and the shoelace knot was entangled with the wish rope he had prayed for at the Ruins of St. Paul's.

The lemon-yellow spire of the Carmo Church pierced through the mist. Hannah made a heart gesture to the stained glass, and the light fell on Lu Yong's Portuguese silk scarf, forming the teardrop shape of the Virgin Mary. The bride in a lace veil suddenly handed over the bouquet: "Hold it for three minutes, I need to touch up my lipstick!"

The white rose that Hannah took turned out to contain an emerald mantis, holding a church maintenance notice in its front paws. Lu Yong used the bottle of hot sauce he brought from Nanchuan to lure away the insects, and the sauce dripped onto the stone steps, creating a simple sketch of the winding Ao-Tang Bridge. When the priest opened the door to the confessional, Hannah was holding a mantis and taking a photo with a century-old chinaberry tree, and the morning dew from the insect's wings just happened to clean the sauce stains on Lu Yong's scarf.

The spiral staircase of Taipa Library is entwined with wisteria. Hannah stood on tiptoe to draw the epic collection of "The Soul of Portugal", and a yellowed library card suddenly fell out of the hardcover book spine - on April 2023, 4, Mrs. Lin borrowed "Marriage Psychology". She hurriedly stuffed it back into the book, and the gold powder on her fingertips condensed into the tears of the candles in the Notre Dame Church yesterday in the morning light.

The administrator with pigtails rang the bell: "Wear white gloves when handling ancient books in closed shelves!" When Lu Yong put on his gloves, he tore the elastic band off, and the bookmark that flew off the rubber band happened to get stuck in the iris pattern on the Portuguese tiles. A few acacia beans fell from the parchment scroll that Hannah opened, and they turned out to be the same old Nanchuan seeds that they had scattered at Puji Zen Temple.

The reeds on the bird-watching trail in the wetland swayed in green waves. When Hannah was adjusting the telephoto lens, the long beak of a black-faced spoonbill suddenly poked into the frame. Lu Yong took out hot sauce to attract migratory birds, but attracted an ecology professor in a jacket: "Young man, excessive spiciness will change the migration route!"

Hannah tried to hold back her laughter while adjusting the exposure parameters, but she discovered that the reflections from the mudflats in the lens actually spelled out the Portuguese word "Amor". The professor's cane suddenly startled a pond heron, which flapped its wings and carried Hannah's straw hat away. The Longhuan Portuguese Styles commemorative badge pinned on the brim of the hat rolled into the tidal hole, startling a fiddler crab that was holding up its shell as a shield.

The blue and white tiles of the souvenir workshop were heated by hand. Hannah bent the Portuguese chicken pottery, and Lu Yong's porcelain plate painting was suddenly stepped on by a tabby cat that broke in, leaving a plum blossom mark. The Portuguese proprietress in a traditional embroidered skirt stood with her hands on her hips and said, "I will punish you to hang the tiles!"

As the two moved the unfired clay, Hannah's nails scraped out an old map of Taipa on the glaze, and Lu Yong's cufflinks accidentally traced the texture of the remains of the Ruins of St. Paul's. The bamboo curtain of the drying rack was suddenly lifted by the sea breeze, and the undried cobalt blue irises and the ink stains of their sneakers stained in Lu Garden danced to the rhythm of Fado folk songs in the sunlight.

The gravel road of Guanye Street was filled with the aroma of egg tarts. When Hannah was trying durian ice cream, her wooden spoon was suddenly snatched away by a macaque. Lu Yong held up a hot sauce bottle as a weapon, but attracted a Nanyang grandma wearing a traditional sarong: "Use mango to attract, young people have no knowledge!"

Hannah threw a fruit core in a parabola, and monkeys performed aerial acrobatics between cast iron lanterns. Grandma's sandalwood fan suddenly unfolded, and the smoke marks on the fan surface were the same as the amulets prayed for at the A-Ma Temple. The mango core that Lu Yong caught sprouted in his palm, and the thin roots entangled Hannah's pearl bracelet, just like the nests of fiddler crabs observed in the wetlands.

The colorful porcelain railings of Mo Yiji's old house were cool. Hannah imitated the Portuguese lady in the old photo and held her chin up. Her skirt caught and tore the mosquito net. When Lu Yong used the embroidery needle he brought from Nanchuan to repair the tent, he found that the patch on the corner of the tent was actually a fragment of a wishing sign from Puji Temple. The guide in the puff-sleeved apron suddenly turned on the phonograph: "Do you want to listen to the wedding march of 1932?" Hannah kicked over the rattan box while spinning. Among the scattered old letters was a yellowed boat ticket - April 1946, 4, from Lisbon to Macau. The old needle stuck on the four words "forever together", which made the swifts on the beams pick up mud to mend their nests.

The lagoon at dusk reflects five mint houses. Hannah sets up a tripod to wait for the sunset, while Lu Yong holds up a gradient-colored civet coffee as a filter. A team of internet celebrities wearing lolita skirts suddenly spread artificial snow, and the polyester fiber snowflakes stuck to the century-old poinciana trees, which looked like Portuguese desserts sprinkled with icing sugar from a distance.

When the lighting technician adjusted the fill light, the reflection activated the phosphorescence of the sunken ship wreckage at the bottom of the lake. Hannah's pearl earrings resonated with the rusted ship nails, and the ripples shattered the mint green reflection in Lu Yong's pupils. A drone suddenly broke into the frame, and the airflow from the blades blew away Hannah's sun hat, revealing a map of the Longhuan Portuguese style tour hidden in her bun. The crease was exactly the shape of the knuckles she scratched in Lu Garden yesterday.

When the night lights come on, the glass shade of the cafe lights up.

Hannah flipped through the Polaroid album and found that the same tortoiseshell cat was in the background of every photo - the silhouettes in the municipal garden, the library windowsill, and the wetland boardwalk formed a secret route.

Lu Yong shook the hot sauce bottle and revealed: "Nanchuan's recipe contains catnip!"

The pianist in a tuxedo suddenly played "Song of the Wanderer". Hannah spun along with the melody and knocked over the hand-brewed coffee pot, and the liquid spread on the teak floor in the shape of the map of Portugal.

The waiter held the mop and followed the water marks, and the trail of the rag was exactly the foggy path they had walked on in the pine waves of the lighthouse.

Lu Yong's white sneakers were soaked with coffee, and the laces blossomed into spikes of wetland reeds.

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As the waves of the black beach rolled in with stardust, Hannah's straw sandals sank into the volcanic sand.

She bent over to pick her shoelaces, and her ponytail swept the sunscreen off the back of her neck, drawing a broken ice cream cone pattern on the black sand - it was the matcha cone that melted at Coloane Pier three hours ago.

Lu Yong's white shirt was blown into a sail by the sea breeze, and the back was still stuck with cat hair from the Taipa Cafe, which fluttered into the intertidal zone as he raised his camera.

The lifeguard in the fluorescent orange life jacket suddenly blew the whistle: "Pretty girls, be careful of the fluorescent algae!"

The moment Hannah turned around, the luminous microorganisms awakened in her footprints, and the blue light patterns actually formed the shape of the ice cream spoon that was snatched away by the monkey on Guanye Street yesterday.

Lu Yong's camera followed the light spot, and suddenly a grandpa in a Portuguese sailor suit appeared in the frame. He was using a 1999 wine barrel to catch fluorescent crabs.

The wooden railings of the boardwalk were soaked with salty mist. Hannah jumped over the railings like the heroine in "Big Blue", but her lace skirt caught on the rusty "No Feeding" sign.

Lu Yong took out the multifunctional military knife he brought from Nanchuan to rescue her. The reflection of the blade scared away the barnacles in the cracks of the rock, revealing the faded words "Mrs. Lin and Mr. Chen 2005.4.13" engraved underneath.

"Our predecessor!" A fisherwoman wearing a sailor shirt suddenly appeared, with a big wishing rope wrapped around the octopus tentacles in the bamboo basket around her waist.

She pointed Hannah to the reefs in the distance. The black sand painting after low tide turned out to be a miniature map of Macau. The mint house in Taipa House had window frames made of fluorescent shells.

Lu Yong's shoelaces suddenly broke, and the colorful knots woven by Nanchuan's grandmother rolled into the tidal channel and were pushed by the waves into the arc of the eaves of the A-Ma Temple.

The charcoal fire in the barbecue area licked the dusk. Hannah held up the cuttlefish balls to pose for photos, and the bamboo stick suddenly ignited the VR experience coupon in the side pocket of Lu Yong's backpack.

The stall owner in a Hawaiian shirt grabbed a beer to put out the fire: "Young people playing with fire can't be extinguished!" The foam splashed Hannah's sun protection jacket, revealing the silhouette of the war lovers seen in the air-raid shelter.

Lu Yong rescued the burnt ticket - the one from Lisbon to Macau in 1946, the date on the ticket stub was burned to 2025.4.13.

The squid balls that Hannah had bitten burst into pulp, and the ink on the tin foil plate drew a crooked church spire, facing the brass weathervane of the Carmelite Church across the sea. The charcoal ash was blown up by the wind, spelling out the fragments of the fortune-telling inscription from the Puji Monastery on Lu Yong's collarbone.

The telescope in the observatory was covered with salt crystals. When Hannah was adjusting the equatorial mount, the camera suddenly locked onto a team wearing Chinese costumes and photographing the Milky Way.

Lu Yong took out a bottle of hot sauce and tried to use it as a filter for the star field, but was stopped by a science popularizer in a space suit: "The spiciness will interfere with the analysis of astronomical spectra!"

Hannah tried to hold back her laughter as she stuffed coconut jelly into his mouth. The coconut shell suddenly split into two, revealing a yellowed paper-cut painting in the interlayer - it was the one in the secret room of Linglong Mountain House.

The stars twinkled on the back of the drawing paper, and the light-year distance between the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl was abbreviated to twenty meters from the barbecue stall to the shower room.

When the science worker's flashlight swept over, Lu Yong's pupils reflected the fluorescent algae in Hannah's hair, like broken diamonds scattered on black velvet.

At midnight, the sand began to sing at high tide. Hannah stepped on the rhythmic beat barefoot, and when her arch sank into the sand, she startled the ring-necked plover, and the flock of birds formed an air raid formation in the VR experience under the moonlight. Lu Yong's trouser legs were wet by the waves while he was chasing and filming, and the tortoise-shell cat of Longhuan Portuguese Style suddenly popped up on the screen saver of his phone - it was squatting on the breakwater chewing on fish bones, and its collar flashed the same laser anti-counterfeiting label as the bottle of Nanchuan hot sauce.

A night fisherman wearing shark fin slippers suddenly cast his fishing rod: "Would you like to make a wish for a daughter?" The pearl earrings that Hannah dropped at the Basilica of Our Lady of the Snows were dangling on the hook. When Lu Yong was untying the fishing line, fluorescent algae stained his fingertips green. Hannah laughed at him and said he looked like a fish that slipped through the net of the "Avatar" crew. The sound of the tide suddenly changed, and the "Moonlight Serenade" sung by the artists of the Ruins of St. Paul's came from afar, mixed with the midnight ferry whistle of the Coloane Pier.

The iron anchor of the abandoned houseboat rusted into a coral reef. Hannah entered the cockpit and acted like a classic pose in Titanic. The wooden steering wheel suddenly loosened, revealing the ship's doctor's log in the secret compartment. Lu Yong used his cell phone flashlight to read the deciphered text: "On April 1946, 4, the Lisbon armistice telegram was received while delivering baby Lin."

An old fisherman in an oilskin raincoat appeared like a ghost: "That baby is me!" The tattoo on his wrist he showed was actually a miniature version of the Black Sands surfing guide map. Hannah's sunscreen jacket was suddenly lifted by the sea breeze, revealing the sunscreen graffiti on her back - the mini lighthouse that Lu Yong had secretly drawn in the morning, which was now being adjusted by the moonlight to a flashing mode with the frequency of a heartbeat.

The waves before sunrise were wrapped in blue tears. Hannah finished writing the final travelogue on the wet sand, and Lu Yong suddenly knelt on one knee, forming an exclamation mark in the high tide line. The velvet box he took out was wrapped with a wishing rope from the Ruins of St. Paul's, the twin lotus handkerchief embroidered by Nanchuan's grandmother wrapped around the diamond ring, and the silk thread soaked in seawater bloomed into the unique volcanic rock crystal pattern of the black sand beach.

"You have to agree to it before the fluorescent algae goes out!" The makeup artist in a wedding dress suddenly threw the veil. Hannah knocked over the hot sauce bottle when she reached out, and the red marks rolling out of the bottle blended with the dawn light, forming a huge heart on the black sand curtain. The tortoise-shell cat on the breakwater suddenly sang loudly, and the tone accurately replicated the morning bell of Puji Zen Temple, startling the ring-necked plover to take the veil away and become the bride.

The bus on the way back crossed the cross-sea bridge. Hannah looked through the collection of photos of the eight scenes and found the same string of numbers in the corner of each photo - 4.13. The fragments of Lu Yong's ticket, the VR date of the air-raid shelter, the log of the old ship doctor and even the black sand wishing bottle, pieced together a treasure map of time and space in the morning light.

The little girl in school uniform suddenly handed me a flyer and asked, "Sister, do you want to make a sequel?"

It turned out to be an advertisement for a wedding company.

Hannah folded the flyer into a paper airplane and threw it into the sea. The hot sauce brought by Nanchuan crystallized into tiny black sand at the bottom of the bottle, swaying with the waves into the promise of eternal circulation.

Lu Yong's shoelace knot had wrapped around her ankle at some point, like the red thread of a matchmaker that had been soaked in seawater, roasted over charcoal, and doused in chili sauce. (End of this chapter)