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

The glass sugar in the cultural and creative store was boiled into amber color, and Hannah posed for photos holding the Xing kiln pulled sugar painting.

The old sugar blower suddenly embedded bubbles into her sugar painting: "This is called 'Spring Eye Glass', a tribute technique back then."

When Lu Yong bit off the candy threads, strands of golden thread were pulled out. Hannah knocked over the zodiac candy jar while chasing the remaining candy, and the rabbit ears happened to get stuck in her bun.

The mother and son queuing at the cruise ship dock stared at her wet skirt. Hannah squeezed into the swan boat and knocked the anchor off balance.

When the lifeguard blew the whistle, she had already stepped hard on the pedals, and the bow of the boat broke up the formation of mandarin ducks, and their feathers stuck to the blue paint like abstract ink painting.

Lu Yong was paddling and spinning, so she kicked him off the boat. When he grabbed the lifebuoy, he pulled open his sports jacket around his waist, revealing his limited edition T-shirt that was already soaked by the spring mist.

"The road is closed for the Quanshen wedding performance!" The security guard waved a flag to stop Hannah from eating candied haws. The red silk of the sedan chair suddenly entangled her bun.

The sedan bearer thrust a hydrangea into her hand and asked, "Girl, are you going to be a temporary bride for a wedding performance?"

When Lu Yong paid the deposit with his mobile phone, the phoenix crown on Hannah's head had tilted into the shape of the Leaning Tower of Pisa, and the beaded curtains were blocking her mouth as she was trying to eat the candy paintings.

In front of the Stele Forest rubbing experience table, Hannah slapped the rice paper and made a hole in it.

The inheritor of the intangible cultural heritage wearing an apron shook his head and said: "The inscription on the front of the stele of "Re-dredging the Living Spring" is three millimeters deep, and you have to use a spray bottle to wet it."

She pressed the pressure kettle hard, spraying water mist all over Lu Yong's back. The cell phone in her trouser pocket vibrated with the "Blue and White Porcelain" ringtone, mixed with the sound of the rubbing bag being pounded, which startled the bronze wind chimes on the eaves.

The spring pastry that Hannah tried at the snack shop was so choking that she burped even after drinking half a bottle of sparkling water.

The proprietress smiled and handed over a cup of bamboo salt: "It is dried using the traditional method of Dahuo Spring, specially for curing greed."

Lu Yong secretly took a photo of her gargling with her head tilted back, but the water splashed onto the lens, and her figure in the frame became blurred like an impressionist oil painting.

When a rainstorm suddenly hit, the two hid in Guanlan Pavilion. Hannah twisted her skirt and complained, "The weather app said it would be sunny all day."

The administrator turned on the dehumidifier: "The microclimate of the spring area, this rain soaked three groups of wedding photographers last month."

When the thunder exploded, she snuggled into Lu Yong's arms. The scent of mint mixed with the smell of spring algae from his collar, and the white mist from the old dehumidifier drifted across the copperplate engraving of "Twenty-four Scenes of Dahu Spring".

Suddenly, an oil-paper umbrella was opened in the rain curtain, and in the bamboo basket of the lamp-selling woman lay a spring-shaped glass lamp.

"Light a river lantern to ward off bad luck." Hannah lit the LED wick, and the warm yellow light illuminated the water droplets between Lu Yong's eyelashes.

The security guard held up a loudspeaker and shouted "No lanterns allowed", and she panicked and let go of the lantern, letting it drift away with the spring water. The projection of the koi on the glass cover turned into a galaxy in the rain.

The last park bus splashed water, and Hannah sneezed while hugging the Xingci commemorative can.

The driver suddenly braked hard, and the can lid rolled to the blue brick floor, making a clear echo.

The cultural relic restorer in a raincoat picked up the porcelain fragment and said: "Wow, the crackle pattern here is comparable to the Tianmu teapot from the Song Dynasty."

While Lu Yong was scanning the code to pay compensation, Hannah was piecing together the broken porcelain pieces into an abstract heart, and raindrops were condensing into starbursts on the glaze.

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After leaving Xingtai, the two took the high-speed rail to Zhangjiakou.

"The wind at the exit smells like grass!" Hannah opened her arms and spun around, her denim jacket blown into a kite by the north wind from Zhangjiakou.

Lu Yong caught up with him, dragging two suitcases. "The Grassland Sky Road is 2,000 meters above sea level. Don't complain about lack of oxygen later."

She jumped and knocked over the pick-up sign of the uncle who was picking up passengers, and the plastic board "clanged" and woke up the dozing taxi driver.

There was a portrait of Genghis Khan hanging at the front desk of the Express Hotel. Hannah stood on tiptoe and touched the bowstring of the portrait: "Do we have a yurt in our room?"

The waiter held back a smile and handed over the room card: "The standard room is on the second floor, and the electric blanket is on high temperature."

She rushed into the room and went straight to the window, but saw the sheepskin coat hung out to dry by the owner of the supermarket opposite. The furry corners of the coat were sweeping the snow on the windowsill.

The asphalt road stretched toward the sky like a black ribbon. Hannah leaned against the taxi window and exclaimed, "Windmill!"

The white wind turbine blades cut through the blue sky, and the sheep grazing on the grass slope suddenly looked up collectively.

The driver shook the steering wheel and said, "Don't shake it, girl. Last month, a tourist threw a selfie stick out of the car window and scared away a whole flock of sheep."

There was a thin layer of frost on the wooden boardwalk of the observation deck, and Hannah insisted on taking off her gloves to touch the bronze sculpture of a horse.

"It's minus three degrees!" Lu Yong pulled back her frozen red fingers and stuck his palm to the sculpture's ponytail.

The cleaning man held up the shovel and laughed: "This bronze horse stuck to seven mobile phone cases and a SLR lens cap yesterday."

"Help me take a picture of the windmill!" Hannah ran wildly on the grass slope, and her scarf was blown into a straight line.

Lu Yong pressed the shutter button repeatedly but all the images were blurry. Suddenly, a spotted butterfly flew into the lens.

In the distance, a shepherd cracked his whip, and more than 200 sheep turned around in unison, forming a moving cloud in the frame.

The aroma of roasted lamb legs wafted out of the yurt experience hall, and Hannah bumped into the painted roof pillar when she lifted the curtain.

"The headscarf is free!" The proprietress handed her a royal blue headband, and her loose hair on her forehead was braided into a sky-high braid.

Lu Yong secretly filmed her ferocious expression while chewing lamb chops, but she smeared oil all over his hands, and his phone screensaver instantly turned into an abstract oil painting.

The owner of the riding stable chewed some grass roots and looked at the two of them: "I'll pick the most docile 'milk tea' for you."

The brown horse suddenly snorted and spit all over Hannah's face, and when the reins slipped out of her hand, the horse lowered its head and nibbled on her shoelaces.

Lu Yong's black horse was even more amazing. It carried the person and wandered towards the horse toilet. The trainer blew the whistle three times before pulling it back to the right track.

"What about the galloping we agreed on?" Hannah grabbed the horse's mane and shook her legs, and the horse slowly pedaled in an S shape.

The photographer suddenly jumped out of the haystack to take a picture. In the camera, she was grinning, and Lu Yong's horse happened to raise its hind legs and kick up a piece of frozen soil.

The final effect is quite wild - if you ignore Hannah's crooked cowboy hat.

The setting sun stretched the windmill's shadow ten times longer, and Hannah insisted on reaching the shadow of the rotating blades.

Lu Yong grabbed her collar and pulled her back: "Last year, an internet celebrity was flying a drone here and it got caught in a wind turbine."

She sat on the grass slope and ate beef jerky in a huff. In the distance, a sheepdog was chasing its tail in circles, and the setting sun gave the dog's fur a golden edge.

Twenty tour groups showed up for the bonfire party, and Hannah stole potatoes when she couldn't get any skewers.

The potato wrapped in tin foil was so hot that she tossed it between her hands, and it finally rolled into the pile of unburned coals.

The Mongolian girl handed over the kumis with a smile: "Sister, try this, it's more effective than a hot pack." She drank half a bowl and began to tell the stranger the embarrassing stories of the Bian Que Temple in Xingtai.

There was a long line at the star observatory, and Hannah held her phone above her head to take pictures of the star trails.

Lu Yong suddenly pointed to the sky and said, "The handle of the Big Dipper is facing west." She turned her head and stepped on frozen cow dung, leaving a three-meter-long mark on the sole of her non-slip shoe.

The spacesuit-wearing guide held back his laughter and handed over wet wipes: "There will be an Orionid meteor shower tonight. Clean your shoes so you can make a wish."

The radiator in the tent hotel was humming. Hannah pressed her face against the glass to look at the Milky Way: "It looks like tsampa sprinkled with sugar."

Lu Yong shook out the thick quilt. She was wrapped like a silkworm cocoon and still clamoring to take pictures of star trails.

The tripod had just been set up when the administrator turned on the flashlight to check the room. The beam of light startled a sand lark that was roosting at night. The sound of its flapping wings mixed with her jumping complaints.

The breakfast teapot was covered with milk skin, and Hannah drank three bowls but still felt it was not sweet enough.

The Mongolian mother smiled and added a spoonful of fried rice: "Girls from the grasslands drink salty milk tea to gain strength."

She insisted on drinking with a straw, and ended up spitting out her tongue because it was burned. Lu Yong's milk tofu didn't dissolve after five minutes of chewing, and there were milk residues stuck in the gaps between his teeth. The candy at the highway store was sticky, and Hannah picked one with a windmill pattern.

The lady boss said mysteriously as she tore off the wrapping paper: "If you chew the candy and look at the road, you will see your future partner."

As a result, the candy was so hard that her eyes were filled with tears. The half candy that Lu Yong left stuck to her braces, and the cold air that blew into her mouth made a funny whistle.

"Help me write a wish!" Hannah drew a crooked heart on the prayer banner, and the marker pen was frozen and ran out of ink.

When Lu Yong was finishing his painting, the banner was suddenly blown away by the wind, and the red silk got entangled with a weather monitoring pole a hundred meters away.

The staff held up a loudspeaker and shouted: "No throwing of objects!" She stuck out her tongue and hid in the souvenir shop, where she bought a string of bell bracelets as compensation.

The heating on the return bus made people dizzy, and Hannah drooled as she rested her head on Lu Yong's shoulder.

The kid in the back seat suddenly screamed, "The sheep are crossing the road!"

Everyone in the car leaned out the window to watch hundreds of sheep rushing across the road. She pressed the shutter in a daze. In the photo, Lu Yong's profile was reflected with curly sheep horns and a dandelion fluff stuck to the end of his hair.

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The next morning.

"The alarm has rung for the third time!" Hannah threw the pillow towards the bathroom, and the down pillow core hit Lu Yong's head, which had just been coated with hairspray.

He stuck his head out with a rooster comb-like hairstyle and said, "The grassland sunrise will come in twenty minutes. If you dawdle any longer, you will see it."

Before he could finish his words, a pair of flying jeans covered his face, and the coins in his trouser pocket tumbled into the sink drain.

The Mongolian milk tea at the hotel buffet was caked with milk skin. When Hannah scooped up the third spoonful of fried rice, the waiter passed by with milk tofu and said, "Take it easy, girl. This rice will make your stomach bloated."

She puffed out her cheeks and secretly stuffed some fried rice into her coat pocket. As a result, when she filled the thermos with hot water, the rice grains spilled into the thermos through her sleeves and turned into a miniature eight-treasure porridge.

The chartered car driver chewed beef jerky and looked at the two people: "Zhangbei grassland has thawed in the past two days, be careful of stepping on cow dung mines."

Hannah was warned as soon as she stepped out of the car, and a palm-sized piece of grass mud stuck to the soles of her sneakers. The shepherd boy cracked his whip and smiled with dimples: "Sister, I'm so lucky that I can win the lottery!"

The Caohai Observation Deck was covered with icicles. Hannah posed on the railings: "Take a photo of me and the clouds!"

As soon as Lu Yong raised his phone, seven or eight free-range horses squeezed into the camera and stole the spotlight.

The herdsman, smoking a pipe, commanded: "The little red horse loves to steal the spotlight. Last time, he rubbed three carrots from tourists."

"This swing can fly!" Hannah sat on the ten-meter-high grass slope swing. The creaking sound of the cowhide rope scared Lu Yong so much that he tightly grasped the protective chain.

The staff calmly fastened the safety buckle: "Last year on Chinese Valentine's Day, the couple's ring flew away and when we found it, it had become an ant castle."

When the swing reached its highest point, she screamed and kicked off one of her cotton shoes. A brown horse grazing in the distance was hit on the butt and kicked its back in fright.

The old bow at the archery range had a cowhide string. Hannah pulled the bow and aimed but missed the target three times.

The Mongolian coach held her wrist and said, "Sister, your hands are shaking like a marmot that has been electrocuted." When the ninth arrow brushed past the velvet cloth of the bull's eye, Lu Yong's mobile phone suddenly played the theme song of "The Legend of the Condor Heroes", which startled her and caused her hand to slip and hit the arrow feather on the target next to her.

The milking experience area was filled with the smell of grass. Hannah squatted under the spotted cow's belly, not daring to move.

The cow suddenly raised her hoof and knocked over the iron bucket, splashing white foam all over her bangs. The herdsman smiled and handed her a hot towel: "This cow is shy. Last time, it kicked over a million-dollar anchor on TikTok."

The copper pot of hot pot in the lunch tent was bubbling as Hannah cooked the lamb slices into scraps.

A kid at the next table passed by holding a naan that was bigger than her face. She insisted on breaking off half a piece and ended up getting her hands burned while trying to fiddle with it.

Lu Yong took the opportunity to secretly take a photo of the emoticon package, and the flash scared the sparrows on the top of the tent so much that they knocked over the chili can.

"Tobogganing is more exciting than sledding!" Hannah rushed down the grass slope holding the plastic board, and was bounced up by the exposed gravel halfway.

The staff raised the horn and shouted: "Left-hand brake!" When she crashed into the haystack at the finish line, her hair was filled with hay sticks and her phone screen saver automatically switched to a dandelion wallpaper.

The pile of blessing stones in front of the Aobao was blown sideways by the wind. When Hannah was stacking the stones carefully, the Hada was suddenly blown up onto the prayer flag by the strong wind.

The old man guarding the Aobao smiled as he twirled his Buddhist beads: "The girl's wish is too great, so the mountain god sent an eagle to get it." She ran a hundred meters after the Hada, and finally it got hung on the electric fence and floated like a kite.

The sheepdog show was filled with barking, and Hannah was holding up some dried meat to tease the champion dog. The blackback suddenly jumped up and took away the whole bag of dried meat, and the trainer couldn't call it back even after blowing the whistle.

The pedometer on Lu Yong’s mobile phone showed that he ran 800 meters after the dog, and finally found the "robber" in the lambing shed, who was being butted on the butt by a ewe.

The setting sun dyed the meadow honey-colored, and Hannah insisted on lying on the haystack to take a silhouette photo.

The tractor rumbled past, stirring up a rain of grass clippings, and she sneezed and rubbed her red nose.

The photographer flipped through the continuous photos and laughed: "This one is good. The spit from your sneeze just formed a rainbow halo."

Sparks from the bonfire party flew onto the back of her hand, and Hannah jumped up and down holding a baked potato.

The Mongolian girl pulled her into the dance circle, and she stepped on the boy in silver boots with her hands and feet, making him grit his teeth.

When Lu Yongju was recording the video with his mobile phone, a pony sniffing the barbecue suddenly appeared in the camera lens, its nostrils filling the entire frame.

The transparent roof of the starry sky tent was condensed with water vapor. Hannah drew a heart with her breath: "I heard there will be a galaxy wedding tonight."

Just as Lu Yong took out the star pointer, the administrator knocked on the door: "Laser pens can interfere with the observatory's signals. Last time, a young man was taken away by a patrolman."

When she wrapped herself in a blanket and counted the 28th meteor, her snoring drowned out the sound of the prairie wind.

The next day's breakfast of milk and fried rice was too sweet, so Hannah secretly added half a cup of milk tea to dilute it.

The Mongolian mother grabbed the cup and said, "What a waste! This bowl is equivalent to three hyaluronic acid masks."

As she swallowed with gritted teeth, Lu Yong's milk chew stuck to his dentures, and his mouth opened to smile, revealing white crescents.

On the way back, Hannah was sleepy and drooling, and the bag of milk shellfish snacks in her arms melted in the sun.

When the car passes over the speed bump, the cheese cake bounces up and sticks precisely to the air outlet of the air conditioner.

The driver shook his head and said, "It will take three days for the smell to dissipate. The last time I drove there was one that brought stinky tofu." Before he finished speaking, the two of them had already rolled down the window in tacit understanding.

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A new day, and the two set out again.

"The navigation system said that this spring water can be used to boil eggs!" Hannah looked out the car window and saw wisps of white smoke rising from the base of the blue brick city wall.

Lu Yong pulled back her half-extended body: "There is a crack in the guardrail of the ancient well from the Ming Dynasty. A live-streaming blogger got caught in it last month."

Before she finished her words, her phone had fallen into the drain, and water droplets condensed on the tempered glass screen protector in the hot spring steam.

The door knocker of the ancient town inn was cast in the shape of a carp, and its tail bounced up with a "click" when Hannah knocked on the door.

The landlady lifted the cotton door curtain and said, "The kang in the west wing is heated up. Be careful of the apricot wine brewed in the pottery jar."

She jumped onto the kang and was bounced up by the heat. The coarse cloth sheets stuck to the hem of her skirt and tore it to pieces.

The bluestone road was glistening with water, and Hannah tiptoed over the hot spring channel.

"Those wearing embroidered shoes should walk on the outside!" The lady drying the dried persimmons had just finished shouting when her left foot sank into the cracks between the mossy bricks.

The shoemaker jumped up from his rocking chair and said, "This is the sixth person to be attacked today. This seam is specially used to attack the heels of shoes from other places." (End of this chapter)