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

Lu Yong's hand holding the boarding pass was shaking slightly. Hannah came over with her newly bought rattan bag and looked at it: "So this is how the word 'Handan' is written, like a knight wearing a bamboo hat."

As she spoke, the ends of her hair brushed against the third button of Lu Yong's shirt, carrying the lingering scent of frangipani at the entrance of the Macau casino.

The moment the flight attendant handed over the mint candy, Hannah suddenly grabbed Lu Yong's arm and said, "My sunscreen spray!"

Her fingertips moved hurriedly through the compartments as she searched for her luggage, and the knocked-over Starbucks paper cup cast a swaying shadow on the porthole.

Lu Yong pulled out a refill bottle from his coat pocket and shook it. The metal bottle cap reflected the morning light. “I packed it for you when you went through security. It’s 30ml, which is just in compliance with regulations.”

After the plane landed, Hannah's denim shorts rubbed against the seat of the rental car, making a small noise.

"Look at that road sign!" She suddenly pointed out the window, "Hui Che Xiang - is it the place where Lin Xiangru gave way to Lian Po?"

Lu Yong paused as he turned the steering wheel. The mechanical female voice of the car navigation system and Hannah's clear explanation overlapped strangely: "Back then, Lin Xiangru's carriage retreated into this alley..."

The blue brick walls of the ancient city of Guangzhou glowed honey-colored in the afternoon sun, and the old man selling malt sugar was knocking on the bluestone slabs with a wooden hammer.

Hannah squatted in front of the stall renting Hanfu, her crimson skirt spread out like blooming kapok flowers: "I want this double-breasted skirt!" When she turned around, the goose yellow shawl swept off the sachet hanging on the bamboo rack. Lu Yong bent down to pick it up, and suddenly felt a cold touch on the back of his neck - Hannah came over with a cup of lemon tea, and water droplets condensed on the glass bottle.

"Move to the left. The arrow tower behind you is framed by the round arch." Lu Yong knelt on one knee to adjust the camera angle. Hannah's face was half covered with a round fan and reflected on the moat. When the shutter sounded, she suddenly lifted her skirt and ran towards the city wall: "There is a calico cat on the stone tablet over there!" The embroidered shoes stepped on the cracks of the bricks six hundred years ago, startling the white pigeons perched on the battlements.

When the third set of photos was taken, the wind started to blow, and Hannah's pearl hairpin got tangled in Lu Yong's camera strap. "Don't move." He leaned in to untangle the knot, and the copper bells under the eaves of the city tower jingled. The jasmine ointment behind Hannah's ears mixed with the damp moss scent of the ancient city, and Lu Yong's fingers shuttled clumsily between the silk threads until the stall owner handed him a pair of small scissors with a smile.

As dusk deepened, they turned into a narrow alley full of lanterns. Hannah stood on tiptoe to reach the wind chimes on the eaves, and the jade rings on her waist jingled. "Be careful!" The moment Lu Yong reached out to help, a white-haired old woman poked out from behind the dark blue tie-dyed curtain: "Girl, buy a handkerchief?" She spread out her dry branch-like palm, and the ink-colored lotus stood gracefully on the white silk handkerchief.

When Hannah took the handkerchief, a Pingtan tune suddenly floated out of the old phonograph. Lu Yong took out the change but found it was Macau dollars. Just as he was about to use his mobile phone to pay, the old man held Hannah's wrist and said, "This handkerchief should go with you." Her cloudy eyes reflected the warm light of the lantern, "The birthday is embroidered on the back, the same month and day as my youngest daughter who died young."

On the way back, Hannah used her cell phone's flashlight to carefully examine the dark patterns on her handkerchief: "April 4, just three days before my birthday." She suddenly stopped, the night market lanterns casting flickering spots of light on her eyelashes, "Just now when the old lady said 'It's time to follow me', did you notice the bamboo basket under her stall?" Lu Yong looked back in the direction of her finger, and only the fluttering "Tea" flag was left at the entrance of the alley.

The next morning, Hannah insisted on going back to the ancient city to look for someone. The Cantonese city walls were blue-gray in the morning mist, and the smoke from the morning market vendors and the water vapor from the moat were lingering and rising. The uncle selling tofu pudding pointed with a long-handled wooden spoon: "The old lady in the blue cloth coat? She only appears around the Grain Rain." Hannah's hand scooping almond tea was suspended in the air: "Today is the Grain Rain."

When they found a calico cat curled up in the corner of the Confucian Temple, they suddenly made a new discovery about the lotus on Hannah's handkerchief. When the cat rubbed against her ankle, the dark pattern on the corner of the handkerchief revealed a tiny "Yang" in the sun. "It's Yang's Silk Spinning!" Lu Yong flipped through the intangible cultural heritage list on his phone, "This century-old brand just applied for an embroidery patent last year..."

It was almost noon when we found the old house of the Yang family following the navigation on our mobile phone. The wooden lotus sculpture on the door lintel was covered with dust. After hearing the purpose of the visit, the middle-aged woman in a buttoned shirt took out the yellowed family tree from the camphorwood box: "Youngest aunt did pass away on the Grain Rain Day of the Wuyin Year." She stroked the dark embroidery on her handkerchief and suddenly shouted to the inner room, "Dad, someone is here with Youngest Sister's handkerchief!"

The old man came out from the back hall, holding a Tai Chi sword, with a few red threads in his snow-white hair. He looked at the embroidery pattern in the sunlight, and the copper coins on the sword tassel jingled: "This is the handkerchief that my youngest sister's mother made from her wedding dress when she was one year old." The old man's fingers covered with age spots stroked the dark pattern of the word "Yang", "I dreamed that she was cold on the night of Guyu, and after burning the handkerchief, I remembered that I should keep a memory..."

When Hannah was about to return the handkerchief, the old man tied it around her wrist: "Since you are the destined one chosen by my youngest sister..." He suddenly turned around and took down a scroll from the antique shelf, "A new album of Yang's silk textiles, would you like to be a model?" On the unfolded rice paper, a girl in a ruqun was holding a fan and smiling among the lotus flowers. The teardrop mole at the end of her eye was in the exact same position as Hannah's.

The moat was shimmering with golden scales in the evening, and the black-sailed boat rented by Lu Yong sailed through the weeping willows. Hannah carefully put the scroll into the waterproof bag, and the jasmine flowers in her hair fell on the boat board. "Actually, I bought this secretly this morning." Lu Yong suddenly took out a carved wooden box from his backpack, and a pair of lotus earrings lay in the velvet lining, "Yang's Silk Textile's cultural and creative products, and that handkerchief..."

When Hannah looked closer, the boat swayed slightly and the silver chain of her earrings got entangled with Lu Yong's watch strap.

The sound of Tai Chi drums came from afar, and the outline lights of the ancient city wall lit up in the twilight. The old ferryman suddenly hummed a tune, his hoarse voice mixed with the creaking of oars: "... the lotus leaf skirt is cut in the same color, and the hibiscus blooms on both sides of the face..."

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When the sunset dyed the bow of the boat orange, Hannah suddenly pointed to the northwest and exclaimed: "That mountain top! The glazed roof I saw in National Geographic!" Lu Yong looked in the direction of her finger, and a faint golden light appeared in the dark green of the distant mountains, like an amber box hanging in the clouds. He took out his phone to check the guide, and the screen illuminated Hannah's face as she leaned in: "Wuhuang Palace! Let's go there tomorrow!"

Before dawn the next day, Hannah knocked on Lu Yong's door wrapped in a hotel bathrobe.

She stepped on the carpet barefoot, the ends of her hair still stained with the steam from the bathroom: "Look at this!" On the phone screen was an aerial photo of the morning mist over Wa Palace, with nine iron cable suspension bridges hanging between the cliffs. "Let's catch the first wave of tourists and take photos without passers-by!"

The taxi went up the mountain, the scent of Hannah's sunscreen mixed with the sandalwood scent of the car's aromatherapy. She was putting spare batteries into her camera bag when she suddenly leaned on the window and called for a stop: "Wait a minute, wait! The scallion pancakes from that breakfast shop!" The oil-paper package was still hot when it was handed in, and the golden pancake crust cracked into fine lines, revealing the emerald green scallions. In front of the gate of Wahuang Palace, Hannah gestured to the guide map: "Three routes, cable car, stone steps, and iron chain bridge." She bit off her hair tie and tied it into a ponytail again, her hair fluffy in the morning light, "Take the most dangerous suspended plank road?" Lu Yong fastened the Velcro of her sneakers, and when he looked up, he met her sly smiling eyes.

On the 300-meter-high cliff, Hannah's hands holding the iron chain were sweating. The mountain wind lifted the hood of her sun protection jacket, revealing a small piece of snow-white skin on the back of her neck. "Look back!" Lu Yong suddenly shouted. The moment she turned around tremblingly, the morning sun just jumped out of the sea of ​​clouds, and the Eighteen Bends Mountain Road became a hot golden thread, winding and stitching the green peaks.

"Take a quick shot!" Hannah's voice was trembling with excitement. Lu Yong stuck one foot in the crack of the rock and held up the camera. The girl in the viewfinder had flying hair and behind her was a vermilion temple on the cliff. After the shutter sounded seven times, she suddenly squatted down and hugged the railing: "My legs are weak" The ending tone was soft and sweet, with a hint of coquettishness.

The viewing platform halfway up the mountain was full of pigeons. When Hannah scattered the crumbs of scallion pancakes, the morning bell was ringing down from the top of the mountain. She suddenly turned Lu Yong's face and said, "There is phosphorescence on your eyelashes!" The moment her fingertips brushed his eyelids, her camera bag slipped and hit the pigeons. The fluttering sound of their wings startled the dew off the cypress branches.

The incense burner in front of the main hall was emitting smoke. Hannah was holding three sticks of incense and spinning around: "Which side should I worship first?" Her sweatpants were stained with grass scraps, and the red rope on her wrist was folded with yesterday's handkerchief. Lu Yong took the incense from her hand and inserted it into the ash. The smoke column suddenly swirled, tangling the shadows of the two people into a knot.

"The brackets here are like phoenixes spreading their wings!" Hannah looked up and pointed at the caisson, and her lower back hit the bronze chime on the altar. Amid the buzzing sound, Lu Yong supported her shaking body, and the warmth of his palms penetrated the fabric of the quick-drying clothes: "Northern Qi craftsmen used mortise and tenon structures to offset mountain winds" The commentary was interrupted by Hannah poking her cheek: "Guide Lu, I want to eat cultural and creative ice cream!"

The ice cream with a hip roof melted quickly, and the chocolate dripped onto Hannah's hand. She suddenly licked Lu Yong's palm: "The matcha filling is leaking out here!" The skin was burning as her tongue swept over it. The sound of the horn of a tourist group in the distance came at the right time: "The legend of Nuwa making people out of clay originated here."

The cliff carvings on the back mountain were hot from the sun, and Hannah took off her sneakers and stepped on the inscriptions: "Take a picture of me with lotus blossoming every step!" As she jumped on tiptoe, her ponytail brushed across the seal characters for "good weather and smooth rain." Lu Yong lay on the ground to find the angle, and the camera suddenly captured the hole in the bottom of her socks - a pink Hello Kitty grinning, with the right ear missing.

"We found a treasure!" Hannah suddenly squatted in the corner of the pavilion and held up a piece of stone with gold spots. "A fragment of the sky-repairing stone!" She held it up to the light seriously, and there were indeed tiny flashes of light in the quartz veins. Lu Yong took out mineral water to wash the stone, and when the water flowed over her wrist bones, the lotus earrings she had worn yesterday jingled.

When they took the cable car down the mountain, Hannah stuffed the "Heaven-Repairing Stone" into the interlayer of Lu Yong's backpack: "Take it back to Shanghai and set it as a pendant." Wild peach trees passed through the cracks in the rocks outside the glass cabin, and petals fell into her open collar. Lu Yong reached out to pick them, and his fingertips touched the warm collarbone. Hannah suddenly bit his ear: "This is a token of love sent by the goddess Nuwa!"

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Before the sunset glow of the Wa Palace was saved in the camera's memory card, Hannah was already lying on the bedside of the hotel studying a new route: "Look at this!" The mountain range on the iPad map resembled a reclining Buddha. "Xiangtangshan Grottoes, the guide says that if you clap your hands in front of the largest shrine, you can hear seven echoes!"

The next day, the SUV given by the rental company was filled with photography equipment. Hannah turned the navigation voice to the Hebei dialect version. "It's time to turn right ahead!" The erhua sound of the mechanical female voice made her laugh and fall into the seat belt. Lu Yong unscrewed the thermos cup and handed it to him. The sweet aroma of red date and wolfberry tea filled the air outlet: "Who fainted and vomited on the winding mountain road last time?"

"Look at the mountain gate!" Hannah suddenly rolled down the car window, and the early spring mountain breeze rushed in, shattering the second half of the teasing sentence. On the ochre-red cliff, the three large characters in Weibei style, "Xiangtang Mountain", were half-hidden by vines, and patches of February blue appeared in the gaps between the stone steps.

Hannah snatched the guide map from the ticket inspector and traced the dotted line to the top of the mountain with her fingertips: "Let's go to the Sakyamuni Cave in the North Cave first!" She skipped over the copper coin pattern of "Changping Wuzhu" on the blue bricks, and her sneakerlaces swept over the tripod that Lu Yong had just adjusted.

Halfway up the 300 stone steps, Hannah's sun hat was blown onto a tree branch by the mountain mist. When she stood on tiptoe to reach the branch, her ponytail swept off a few wild jujubes, which rolled into the cliff carvings on the roadside. "The gesture of this Bodhisattva looks like a heart!" She suddenly pointed at the Ming Dynasty relief and leaned in close to the camera, her nose almost touching the moss on the stone wall.

The coolness of the Shakya Cave seeped into her denim jacket, and the white mist exhaled by Hannah enveloped the flashlight beam. "There is really an echo!" She suddenly clapped her hands, and the dome of the cave echoed back seven crisp sounds in sequence, startling the iron horses on the eaves. Lu Yong's recorder lit up red, collecting the last lingering sound into 32-bit floating-point sampling.

"Look at the eyes of the Buddha!" ​​Hannah pulled him down to squat. Through the 1.4 large aperture lens, the obsidian pupils inlaid by the Northern Qi craftsmen reflected the silhouettes of lovers in the st century. She suddenly took out the sky-repairing stone and faced it to the light: "Do you want to put it in the lotus seat as an offering?" The joke was interrupted by the administrator's cough, and the pebble made a muffled sound in the merit box.

The midday sun was shining on the Thousand Buddhas Corridor. Hannah was counting the small niches on the cliff when she suddenly stumbled: "The 247th statue!" Lu Yong supported her elbow and found that it was a statue of a nun from the Tang Dynasty. The surface of the bluestone was covered with deep and shallow finger marks, and it was unknown how many generations had rubbed it.

"Help me take a dislocated photo of the Buddha statue!" Hannah retreated to the viewing platform three meters away, and her palm just held the folds of Maitreya Buddha's clothes in the viewfinder. When the mountain breeze blew up the hem of her sweater, the shutter sounded fourteen times in succession. In the last picture stored in the camera, her flying hair and the Bodhisattva ribbon were entangled into a spiral.

Lunch was eaten at the stone table by the release pond. Hannah burned her fingertips when she opened the self-heating hot pot. Lu Yong pinched her earlobe to cool her down and found the shallow scratch from the sky-repairing stone yesterday: "I should have used a Band-Aid at that time." The words were choked by the chili oil. Hannah smiled evilly and fed her iced sour plum soup. The water drops on the can rolled into the collar of his jacket.

The tempered glass plank road was covered with rainbows in the afternoon. Hannah clung to the guardrail and dared not take a step: "Where is the anti-slip promise?" As she moved tremblingly, her heart rate on the sports bracelet soared to 128. Lu Yong was shooting a vlog backwards, and the camera suddenly captured a goldfinch on a thuja branch - the bird was tilting its head to look at the embarrassment of the human couple.

After turning around Eagle Rock, Hannah suddenly regained her energy: "There's a wild apricot forest over there!" She rushed down the wooden plank road, the mineral water in her canvas bag bouncing on the steps. Light pink petals fell all over the stone sutra pillars, she picked up a complete one and pinned it behind her ear: "Does it look like the decoration of a flying fairy's temple?" The question was answered by the sound of bees flapping their wings, and the two of them chased the fleeing bee shadows and fell laughing on the base of the Tang Dynasty sutra pillars.

As the sun was setting, they sneaked into the rebuilt Sutra Pavilion on the mountainside.

The antique bookshelf was covered with a thin layer of dust. Hannah stood on tiptoe to pull out a hardcover copy of the Lotus Sutra, and suddenly a ginkgo leaf bookmark fell between the pages.

"Leaves from the autumn of the year before last!" She held up the leaf veins towards the sunset and began to examine them. The golden light penetrated the hair that Lu Yong had lifted for her. (End of this chapter)