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

When the sunset dyed the "Qixia Cave" red, Hannah's gimbal bracket got stuck in the crevice of the rock.

The noise made by Lu Yong prying the rocks with his trekking pole awakened the grass snake hibernating in the cave wall.

The shadow of the fleeing snake overlapped with the sunset glow in the camera lens, and the final film was rated as the "Best Dynamic Composition of the Year" by a photography forum. The judges did not know that the distorted S-shape was actually a living creature.

The telescope on the terrace of the homestay was aimed at Orion. Hannah suddenly froze when she was adjusting the focus - the funny posture of Lu Yong hanging his socks on the balcony next door suddenly appeared in the telescope.

When he turned around, he caught the reflection of her lens, which she had no time to retract, and received a sketch at breakfast the next day: someone was wearing a bed sheet as a telescope man, and the socks on his head looked like a victory flag.

Awakened by the sound of mountain wind hitting the window in the middle of the night, Hannah walked barefoot to the terrace and saw Lu Yong secretly feeding stray cats.

At the moment when the flashlight beams intertwined, the orange cat snatched away the whole bag of dried fish and ran away.

The two men waited for half an hour to set the trap, but what they finally caught was a hedgehog that stole the sausage and curled up into a trembling pine cone under the moonlight.

When the morning mist had not yet dissipated, we sneaked into the unopened ruins of the ancient furnace, and the tassel of Hannah's scarf got caught on the rusty iron chain.

When Lu Yong disassembled the watch, it was covered with dark green copper rust, and the second hand of the watch was magnetized and reversed.

As the administrator's footsteps approached, they jumped through the window into the wisteria bushes. In the rain of falling petals was hidden half a grain of cinnabar that the Han Dynasty alchemist had not yet refined.

Hannah suddenly stuffed a warm pebble into Lu Yong's hood.

The gray-white stone surface is permeated with the warm-colored patterns of the Qixia Caves, which is a souvenir that he lost when he slipped while rock climbing yesterday.

The man turned the stone towards the sunlight, and the quartz crystals in the cracks suddenly refracted rainbow colors, just like the rainbow candy wrappers she had hidden in the lining of his backpack.

At the ninth bend on the winding mountain road, Lu Yong took out his vibrating cell phone - the alarm Hannah had secretly set five minutes ago reminded him: "It's time to restock on motion sickness medicine."

Before she swallowed the pill, she had fallen asleep leaning against the car window. Her eyelashes cast a fine fence on her cheeks, locking in the rust of the alchemy furnace ruins, the remaining snow on the fairy ladder in the mist, and an orange meteor that disappeared along with the cat's paw prints.

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After a day of rest, both of them were revived with full health.

"Where are the ammunition hidden in the backpack?" Hannah pulled the strap of Lu Yong's bulging backpack, and three green chestnuts rolled into the hotel's fountain pool.

The girl at the front desk held back a smile as she handed over a net bag for scooping up leaves. The pebbles at the bottom of the pond reflected the morning light, disguising the escaped chestnuts as camouflage grenades.

The scenic area shuttle bus was pasted with a bright red banner of the old university site. Hannah had just taken out her sunscreen when she was given a paperback copy of On Protracted War. Lu Yong opened the title page to learn the leader's signature. When his ballpoint pen pierced the paper, the bus rolled over a huge stone with three Wei-style characters "Qiannanyu" engraved on it, startling the turtledoves pecking at food in the cracks of the stone.

"Walnuts were used as grenades in the past!" The guide knocked on the rusty weapon model. Hannah was studying the ink formula made by traditional methods. Lu Yong suddenly slapped a thorn ball into her palm. The cracked chestnut pods contained shiny fruits. He used grass juice to carve a five-pointed star on the chestnut shell with his fingertips: "Specially provided for the military rations of the Han soldiers on the front line."

The bluestone steps were left with historical pits carved out by bullet holes. Hannah jumped to avoid the moss, but her sneakers got stuck in the tracks of transport vehicles during the Anti-Japanese War. Lu Yong squatted down and pulled her like pulling a carrot. The sound of the two people losing balance and falling down shook off the wild flowers on the cliff. Half a fragment of an enamel bowl from the Showa period was hidden in the purple petal rain.

"Experience sending messages on the radio!" The staff demonstrated Morse code. Hannah typed SOS, but Lu Yong tampered with it into 520. Amid the tingling sensation of the old headphones leaking electricity, he suddenly drew a string of codes on her sleeve with a fountain pen, and the faded ink spelled out "I'll treat you tonight to roasted chestnuts."

In the glass cabinet of the Anti-Japanese Military and Political University Memorial Hall, a yellowed notebook was displaying the "Mountain Combat Formula". Hannah took out a small notebook to copy, and when the fountain pen ran out of ink, Lu Yong handed her a sketching pencil, and in the reflection of the display cabinet, he changed the tactical map into a Q-version villain. When the security guard approached, he quickly folded the drawing paper into a paper airplane, flew through the patio and landed steadily in the bird's nest of the old locust tree in the courtyard.

The wooden sign at the ecological orchard reads "Former Shooting Training Ground." Hannah was picking apples from high branches with a pair of tongs when she suddenly found a rusty bullet shell embedded in the branches. Lu Yong used a Swiss Army knife to pry out the copper shell and stuffed a fresh hawthorn inside: "Time Capsule 2.0, waiting for our children to dig it up."

"Take photos with a shoulder pole!" The prop dustpan was filled with simulated corn. Hannah had just posed when the shoulder pole was suddenly taken away by Lu Yong. He stepped on the ridge of the field and imitated an old farmer carrying a shoulder pole. The moment his straw hat slipped off and covered his eyes, he knocked over the real chestnut drying rack. In the golden chestnut waterfall, the two of them hurriedly picked out seven five-star chestnuts and stuffed them into their trouser pockets to form a picture of the Big Dipper.

Three or four planks of the mountain stream suspension bridge were missing, and Hannah held Lu Yong's clothes and walked in a cat-like manner. The old painter who was collecting folk songs on the other side of the river suddenly took up his brush and painted their trembling figures into an ink painting, titled "New Edition of Flying over Luding Bridge". At the highest point of the bridge shaking, he suddenly said "Your hairpin fell off", and the echo of the metal clip falling into the deep stream startled three quails disguised as stones.

The wild vegetable dumplings in the farmhouse restaurant were steaming. Hannah bit into them and found a coin stuck in her teeth - the 50-cent coin that Lu Yong had stolen was still stained with chestnut shell debris. The proprietress smiled and brought "home-brewed hawthorn juice". The two clinked glasses so hard that their cuffs were wet, and the deep red stains looked like the blood-stained bandages in the exhibition hall.

In the afternoon, we entered the mushroom cultivation base converted from an air-raid shelter. A shadow suddenly flashed in the light pole of Hannah's mobile phone. Lu Yong dragged her to the fork in the cave, but ran into the administrator who was adjusting the sound and light effects. Amid the rumbling sound of simulated bombing, he suddenly covered her ears, and the temperature of his palms was hotter than the flames of war in 1942.

The chestnut blossom path was covered with fluffy yellow spikes, and Hannah jumped and startled the bees in the flower columns. Lu Yong waved his coat to drive away the chaos, and finally hid behind the stone millstone, and found half a grain coupon stuck in the crack of the millstone. Hannah picked out the fragments with a hairpin and made out the vague "Supply in 1973" in the sunlight.

The ruins of the "old site of the field hospital" were covered with wisteria. Hannah sat on the stone steps applying sunscreen, and Lu Yong suddenly scratched her neck with dogtail grass. The sunscreen spray from the counterattack sprayed into a gunpowder effect. In the white mist, he took out a tin medicine box with freshly picked wild strawberries in it: "Nurse Han, give some painkillers to the seriously injured."

The rehearsal of the Yellow River Cantata came from the camping area. Hannah sang along but it was out of tune and turned into a jazz version. Lu Yong used branches to hit the rocks as accompaniment, which unexpectedly formed a wonderful harmony with the mountain stream. The old conductor came over after hearing the sound and forced them to play two faded red silk waist drums.

Before returning, they encountered a thunderstorm and took shelter in the renovated ammunition depot cafe. Hannah's latte art was turned into an abstract painting by Lu Yong, who suddenly drew a Morse code on the wall of the cup with caramel sauce. When the lightning lit up the window, she saw clearly that it was the half-finished tactical rhyme in the memorial hall.

The open-air cinema in the rain curtain was showing "Tunnel Warfare". Hannah held up the handle of her umbrella as a rifle to imitate the classic scene. Lu Yong cooperated by holding up his mobile phone as a box gun, and the flash startled the projectionist behind the curtain. When chasing and playing, they stepped on the slippery chestnut flowers, and they fell to the ground pulling the curtain rope. The black and white images on the canvas projected a flowing war epic behind them. At the night party of the homestay, the proprietress showed the family letters handed down from the Anti-Japanese War. When Hannah copied "Producing more food is to support the front line", Lu Yong stuffed a chestnut into the interleaf of her notebook, and wrote "Twenty-first Century Strategic Materials" on the shell with a fluorescent pen. A green chestnut suddenly rolled down the windowsill. I don't know if it was a gift from the mountain breeze or a winter food secretly stored by squirrels.

At four in the morning, they suddenly wanted to watch the sunrise, so they borrowed an old 28-inch bicycle. Hannah sat sideways on the back seat, holding the cushion tightly, and when Lu Yong pedaled, the chain box made a clattering sound like a machine gun being loaded. When turning a corner and rushing up the slope, a pheasant in the grass nest was startled and flew away, and the fluttering shadows of its wings cut through the first ray of crab-shell blue in the sky.

The stone tablet on the Sun Viewing Terrace was missing a corner, and Hannah used her scarf to pad the wet rock wall. When the sea of ​​clouds engulfed the morning sun, Lu Yong suddenly turned her shoulders and blew the hot steam from the thermos cup into a sentence: "Report to Comrade Han, we annihilated the enemy today - a heart-pounding feeling." In the distance came the sound of farmers pounding clothes in the morning, knocking love words into the red folds of Taihang Mountains.

When they took a shortcut down the mountain, they accidentally entered the chestnut forest. The two people, with thorns stuck in their trouser legs, became moving specimens. Lu Yong suddenly squatted down and said, "There is a landmine." Hanna jumped and bumped into a low branch, and the ripe chestnut buds fell down with a crackling sound.

They picked chestnuts in the falling chestnut rain with smiles on their faces, their pockets heavy with the weight of history and the present moment.

As the return bus started, Hannah pulled out a silver hair from the brim of her hat - a gift from the century-old chestnut tree at the memorial hall.

Lu Yong wrapped his hair around the bullet shells he picked up in the mountain stream; the copper-green and silver-white colors intertwined into a DNA chain under the sunlight.

She took out a chestnut that had escaped the net and stuffed it into his pocket. The fruit left a heart-shaped outline through the fabric, like a badge that would never fade.

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"Did you bring the quick-acting heart pills?" Hannah rummaged through Lu Yong's bulging waist bag, and three coins fell into the deep ravine through the gap in the cable car.

The ticket inspector held back a smile as he handed over the safety instructions. The yellowed corners of the paper were still printed with the slogan from when the scenic spot opened in 2008. The scent of ink had long been pickled by the mountain fog and turned into the taste of pickles.

The bronze tripod at the entrance of Tianti Mountain was emitting smoke. Hannah had just put in a coin to make a wish when Lu Yong suddenly pulled out a mini blower. The artificial whirlwind rolled up the incense ash and rushed towards the merit box. The surveillance camera was like a miracle. When the security guard rushed over with the intercom, the two had already flashed into the moon cave door engraved with "Tianti Shengjing".

"Eight hundred stone steps lead to the netherworld!" The guide's flag swept across the vines on the cliff. Hannah counted to the seventh step and found a shell fossil embedded in the bluestone. Lu Yong poked the moss with his trekking pole. The trilobite pattern glowed coldly in the cloudy day, like a secret message sealed in the amber of time.

The antiseptic wood of the suspended plank road oozed rosin, and Hannah's sunscreen jacket stuck to the railing carvings. Lu Yong used iced mineral water to melt the resin, and the water flow wrapped in golden amber beads rolled into the abyss, intercepted by the wild cherry trees that grew across the sky, and scared away the blue-tailed robin that was pecking at the fruit.

The stalactites at the entrance of the cave were covered with water droplets. Hannah had just put on her expedition headlamp when the sound of suona suddenly drifted through the cold mist - the folk performance team was filming a promotional video. Lu Yong took the opportunity to stuff a bag of stalactite powder, a specialty of the cave, into her backpack. The words "Billion Years of Essence" printed on the packaging bag were glaring.

"You can make a wish in the underground river!" The boatman's bamboo pole broke through the ink-black water surface. Before Hannah's coin was out of his hand, Lu Yong suddenly turned on the flashlight of his mobile phone. The light beam penetrated the three-meter-deep river water, and the wishing coins on the bottom formed a satirical formation of "get rich soon". In the waves stirred up by the bamboo raft's turn, a 1997 Hong Kong dollar suddenly turned over.

The fluorescent arrow at the fork of the stalactite maze was covered with moss. Hannah felt the bulge on the rock wall and suddenly touched the arrow that Lu Yong had carved in advance. The mark he drew with water droplets on the stalactites glowed phosphorescently in the dark, and finally led her into a dead end. On the rock wall, "Record of Han Banxian's divination errors" was written in lipstick.

The rock wall table in the cave restaurant was soaked with water droplets. Hannah found the words "I was here" engraved on the bottom of her mushroom soup bowl when she drank it. Lu Yong copied the scribbled handwriting on a tissue, and the mobile phone software recognized it as the handwriting of an educated youth in 1972. When the two held up their soup bowls and imitated the toast gesture, the water droplets falling from the cave ceiling hit Hannah's forehead accurately, like a tear from the past that has not evaporated.

"The cliff swing is more exciting than Yunmeng Mountain!" When the safety officer buckled the lock, Hannah found that the rope was stamped with a military-grade steel stamp. Lu Yong suddenly let go of the swing when it was swinging to the highest point of the sea of ​​clouds. The moment of free fall, he was pulled back by the safety belt. The feeling of weightlessness made the wild chestnut in his sweater pocket complete its first space roaming and hit the sun hat of the photographer below.

The iron chain bridge, a relic of the Ming Dynasty herbalists, was swaying. Hannah counted the cracks on the wooden planks as she moved forward. Lu Yong suddenly pointed to the other side and exclaimed, "Ganoderma lucidum." She rushed across the bridge and saw that it was a piece of hematite. When she turned around to retaliate, the stone she kicked startled the rock pigeons on the cliff. Their gray wings brushed across his hair and took away the cable car ticket stub that some unknown tourist had lost.

The old telescope in the star observatory creaked and turned. Hannah aimed at Orion but saw Lu Yong stealing chestnuts. He adjusted the angle of the bracket and ejected the hawthorn into a trash can ten meters away. The sound of the metal collision was recorded by the administrator as the sound of a falling meteor and included in the popular science video.

The wild apricot forest behind the hotel was covered with fallen fruits. Hannah slid on the fermented fruit pulp, her canvas shoes stained with wine. Lu Yong carved a pair of temporary shoe covers out of tree branches. The shape of the straw rope tied made passers-by mistake it for a new mountaineering equipment, and they raised their SLR to take 15 close-up photos.

When exploring the closed ancient stele forest at night, Hannah's mobile phone flashlight shone the reflection of the inscription. Lu Yong suddenly blocked the light source with his body, and the moonlight just happened to outline the cursive script of "The ladder to heaven leads to a secluded place, the world of mortals is deep". When the security guard's flashlight swept over, they lay down behind the broken stele, and the cockleburs on their clothes were disguised as bronze decorations in the night.

There was a sudden sun shower in the early morning, and the two of them huddled under the eaves of the cliff carvings, waiting for the rainbow. Lu Yong used his body temperature to warm Hannah's soaked guide map, and the ink stains revealed the hidden tour route. She took out the stalactite fragments she picked up from the cave and compared them. The stone pattern and the folds of the map fit perfectly, as if the mountain god had sealed it himself.

The coin slot of the old telescope in the Sun Viewing Pavilion was filled with chewing gum. Hannah used a hairpin to take out three coins from different eras. Lu Yong flicked the 2013 coin into the sea of ​​clouds. The flash of the spinning metal startled an early-rising rock eagle. When the eagle's cry pierced the eggshell-blue sky, he suddenly said, "Is this our time capsule?"

When going down the mountain, they accidentally entered the wild bee sanctuary. Hannah waved her coat to create an artificial breeze, which lifted Lu Yong's baseball cap into the five-meter restricted area of ​​the beehive. When he picked up the hat, there were ten warning bees hanging above his head. In the video shot by Hannah with a smile, his backward steps accurately reproduced the Ming Dynasty Yu steps in the cave.

The brick joints of the "Underground Great Wall Ruins" were covered with lichens. Hannah hummed a song as she touched the cold bricks.

Lu Yong suddenly responded with an echo, and the sound waves shook off the brick dust, revealing half a fingerprint.

The moment the rubbing paper was covered, the mountain wind blew over the war of 1943, dyeing the two young faces into a bloody dusk.

The gray-white stone revealed red veins in the sunset. It was the souvenir he accidentally dropped and fished out at the bow of the dark river yesterday.

The man turned the stone to find the best refraction angle, and suddenly rainbow spots flashed in the crystal cluster, just like the colorful lucky rope she secretly tied to his backpack.

At the third hairpin bend on the winding mountain road, Lu Yong felt the vibrating wild chestnut in his trouser pocket - Hannah had smiled without him noticing.

When the chestnut thorns pierced her fingertips during the bumpy ride and the blood seeped into the wood grain, she was sleeping on his shoulder, her eyelashes casting a shadow on her nose like a chain bridge, locking in the breath of the cave for hundreds of millions of years, the weightlessness of the cliff swing, and a piece of amber of time embedded in the bricks and tiles of the Ming and Qing dynasties. (End of this chapter)