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

When the moonlight climbed up the stone five-stone offerings in the Xiaoling Mausoleum, the two were hiding on the platform of the Yuling Concubine's Tomb and sharing chestnut cakes.

Hannah broke off the last piece and suddenly caught a glimpse of the mark on the inside of his ring finger - it was the "H&L" she had secretly scratched with a gilded bookmark when he was soaking in the hot spring last night.

"Lu Yong." She touched his carved mark with her fingertips covered with icing sugar. "When did you ..."

"When you secretly photographed me for the 27th time." He suddenly held her wrist and used the icing sugar on her fingertips to draw a crooked lotus on the stone platform. "I originally wanted to carve it on the red carpet of the Civil Affairs Bureau, but Empress Cixi said--"

He suddenly became serious, and used the moonlight to write small words next to the lotus. "She said that this place has good feng shui, and is suitable for burying all her marriage proposal plans."

Hannah's tears burst out again, but this time she smiled and licked the icing on his fingertips: "Mr. Lu, you are getting more and more skilled at breaking the rules."

"Then Miss Hannah..." He suddenly knelt on one knee on the bluestone slab and took out a velvet box like a magician, "Are you going to issue me a lifetime pardon?"

The moonlight penetrated the branches of the century-old cypress and shattered into a galaxy above his head.

Hannah looked at the overlapping ginkgo leaves and lotus bookmarks in the box, and suddenly put the ring on his ring finger: "The conditions for amnesty are..." She lowered her head and kissed the icing on the corner of his lips, "Say 'I love you' every day, take a set of wedding photos every year, and every ten years..."

She suddenly choked up and said, "Every ten years I come to the Eastern Qing Tombs to steal ginkgo leaves."

In the distance, the sound of a cargo ship's whistle was heard, mixed with the footsteps of the cemetery's night patrolmen, which gradually faded away.

Lu Yong held her and rolled into the ginkgo leaves on the ground, watching the moonlight embroider their shadows in front of Emperor Qianlong's mausoleum, like a meticulous painting that would never fade.

"Deal." He lowered his head and bit her trembling lips, "But Mrs. Hannah, now it's your turn to practice being a bride--"

He suddenly turned over and pressed her down on the golden ground, "Start by learning to kiss me actively."

.........

The next day, before the morning dew had dripped from the weeping willows of Tangshan Nanhu Lake, Hannah's canvas shoes had already rolled over the railroad sleepers of Kailuan National Mining Park.

Lu Yong followed behind her with two cups of freshly ground soy milk. He saw her squatting in front of the steam locomotive to indicate the shooting angle. The hood of her sweatshirt slipped off her shoulders as she moved, revealing the delicate skin on the back of her neck that was kissed red by the morning breeze.

"Lu Yong, does this carriage look like the instant noodle bucket you stole last night?" She suddenly turned around and pointed the camera at the rusty iron door. "Look at the rust on the door handle. It's the same color as the grease on the instant noodle fork."

Lu Yong inserted a straw into her cup of soy milk, deliberately letting the straw poke the Tangshan shadow puppet pattern on the cup sticker crooked: "Then Miss Hannah, do you want to take a photo of "The Encounter of Industry and Food"? You can be the instant noodle seasoning packet, and I can be..." He suddenly leaned close to her ear and lowered his voice, "Be the bastard who stole your barbecued pork."

"Go to hell!" Hannah kicked his calf with a red face, but the camera honestly pressed the burst button. In the camera, the drawstring of Lu Yong's sweater was blown up by the morning breeze, like a waving flag next to the rusty wheels.

"Hannah, look here." He suddenly pointed to the glass curtain wall of the China Railway Origin Museum in the distance. The sunlight was penetrating through the branches of the century-old sycamore trees, casting mottled light and shadows on his wheat-colored arms. "Do you know why I brought you to Kailuan?"

"Because you want to see the old mine from 1878?" She sipped the warm soy milk, with tiny willow catkins on the ends of her hair.

"Because..." He suddenly dragged her towards the group of miner statues in front of the museum. The iron pickaxes in the hands of the bronze statues shone coldly in the morning light. "I want you to see that the royal mausoleums of three hundred years ago and the coal miners of two hundred years ago both used their hands to chisel darkness into light."

Hannah suddenly stopped. She looked at the hunched-backed child laborer among the statues, and unconsciously grasped Lu Yong's sleeves with her fingertips: "Lu Yong, we..."

"Shh..." He suddenly covered her slightly cold lips with the soy milk cup, and the remaining temperature on the wall of the cup came through the glass, "Look over there." He tapped his chin lightly on the side door of the museum. A group of elementary school students in school uniforms were holding drawing boards and copying the miner statue, and the colored pencils were rustling on the sketch paper.

"So you brought me here to be a human teaching prop?" She smiled and tried to pry his fingers apart, but caught a glimpse of the ring on his ring finger that was made from a lotus bookmark - last night in the Eastern Qing Tombs, he used thin copper wire to wrap the ginkgo leaves and bookmarks into a double ring ring.

"To be a witness to history." He suddenly grabbed her wrist and pressed their folded palms against the pickaxe of the miner's statue. She shuddered at the touch of the cold metal, but heard him whisper, "In 1878, the workers here had to swing the pickaxe times a day to earn half a steamed bread."

Hannah's eyelashes trembled, and she suddenly stood on tiptoe and placed the soy milk cup on the base of the statue: "Then they should try this -" She took out an oil paper package from her canvas bag and opened it to reveal two pieces of chess piece sesame cakes with residual heat, "Tangshan's special 'bright filling', guaranteed to be sweeter than steamed bread."

Lu Yong watched her break the pancake into small pieces and distribute them to the primary school students who were standing by to watch. Suddenly he raised his camera and pressed the shutter.

In the photo, her hair is covered with willow catkins, like a thin layer of snow, and the smiling faces of the children holding sesame cakes are brighter than the morning sun over Nanhu Lake.

At 10:17, a long line formed at the entrance of the underground exploration tour.

Hannah stared at the mining lamp swinging on the safety helmet, and suddenly grabbed the corner of Lu Yong's clothes: "Are you... sure you want to go down?" She glanced at the abdominal muscles exposed by the holes in his sweatshirt, and remembered the "human fire extinguisher" physical fitness he demonstrated in the presidential suite last night.

"Miss Hannah, are you afraid of the dark?" He deliberately put the helmet on her head, the brim of the helmet pressed down the curve of her bangs like an unopened hibiscus, "Then hold on to Tour Guide Lu's hand later--" He suddenly held her wrist and raised it to his chest, "After all, 300 meters underground, the mobile phone signal is not as reliable as my heartbeat."

"Who wants to catch you!" She blushed and tried to take off her helmet, but he took the opportunity to put his arm around her waist.

The two of them were squeezed among the tourists waiting to go down the well. The drawstring of his sweatshirt was entangled with the strap of her canvas bag like an invisible red line.

The moment the cage descended, Hannah's nails dug into Lu Yong's palm.

The damp mine wind wrapped in coal dust blew in his face. He suddenly protected her behind him, with his back against the cold concrete wall: "Don't be afraid, this is an old mine built in 1878, but..."

He suddenly took out a mint from his trouser pocket and stuffed it into her mouth. "Now you have an extra reassurance for 2024."

The dark red mining lamp cast a swaying light in the tunnel, and Hannah followed him as he walked on the wooden track, taking one deep step and one shallow step.

Suddenly, water drops dripped down her neck. She was about to scream, but he covered her mouth: "Shh - it's the ceiling that's leaking, not Miss Sadako taking a bath."

"Lu Yong!" She bit his mouth to vent her anger, but she heard the tour guide's explanation from a distance: "This alley was expanded during the Japanese occupation in 1914. The workers had to work sixteen hours a day..."

Hannah's steps suddenly stopped. She looked at the mottled slogans on both sides of the alley, and her fingertips unconsciously grasped the corner of Lu Yong's clothes: "Did they...did they hold hands like this back then?"

He suddenly pulled her into an abandoned chamber. The miner's lamp shone the faded words "Safety First" on the rock wall: "Workers in 1914 may not have hands to hold, but -" He suddenly took out a thermos cup from his canvas bag, and when he unscrewed the lid, curls of hot steam rose, "But Mr. Lu will drink ginger tea underground with his Miss Hannah."

Hannah's tears suddenly fell into the teacup, creating small ripples between the ginger strands. She held the thermos cup to keep warm and heard him whisper, "Yesterday in the Eastern Qing Tombs, we stood in front of the emperor's mausoleum and talked about eternity; today in the century-old mine, we..."

He suddenly held her red, frozen hand and pressed it against the rock wall. "We are following the footsteps of our predecessors, feeling the time deposited in every grain of coal dust."

It was almost noon when we came up from the well.

Hannah's canvas shoes were covered in coal dust, and the back of Lu Yong's sweatshirt was soaked with sweat, but the two of them were like archaeologists who had crawled out of a time capsule, and they suddenly laughed as they looked at each other.

"Guide Lu, where is our next stop?" She deliberately dazzled his eyes with the mining lamp, and the spots of light danced on his face like stars.

"Let's go to Tangshan Banquet for some snacks." He suddenly picked her up horizontally, and she was so surprised that she hugged his neck tightly. "But before that--" He suddenly lowered his head and bit the drawstring of her sweatshirt, "Ms. Hannah needs to touch up her makeup first, after all..."

He shook her deliberately, "The coal-ash makeup doesn't suit my Miss Rose."

"Put me down!" She pounded his shoulder with a red face, but caught a glimpse of an old couple among the miners' sculptures in the distance, holding up their mobile phones to take pictures of them.

The old lady smiled and said to her husband: "Look at the young people nowadays, they are even more clingy than we were when we went down the well."

In front of the shadow puppet stage at Tangshan Banquet, Hannah was holding a camera to take silhouette photos of "The Cowherd and the Weaver Girl".

Lu Yong squeezed through the crowd with two bowls of steamed buns and suddenly stuffed a hot chess-piece sesame cake into her mouth: "Photographer Hannah, try this -" He pointed at the walnut kernels embedded in the sesame cake, "It's more exquisite than Emperor Qianlong's snacks."

"Cough cough..." She choked and slapped her chest, but she saw him take out a bottle of sour plum soup like magic.

The water droplets on the glass bottle flowed down his knuckles into his cuffs, soaking the copper wire of the lotus ring.

"Eat slowly." He suddenly wiped the sesame seeds from the corners of her mouth with a tissue, and his fingertips rubbed her lips, creating an electric current. "Otherwise, when we go to the Kailuan Museum later, you will be choked by the treasure of the museum for the second time."

"The museum's treasure?" She swallowed the pancake and suddenly grabbed his sleeve. "Is it the 1881 Dragon locomotive? I checked the guide last night and it said..."

"It's the one next to the locomotive..." He suddenly took her hand and walked to the second floor of the museum, raising his voice amid the roar of the steam locomotive, "It's the painter Lu who secretly painted your profile next to the locomotive!"

Hannah followed his gaze and saw a sketchbook next to the glass display case, which showed her holding a camera in front of the shadow puppet stage.

Although the lines are messy, the catkins at the ends of her hair, the holes in her sweatshirt, and even the small mole at the corner of her lips are clearly visible.

"Lu Yong, you're a pervert!" She blushed and tried to grab the sketchbook, but he lifted it above his head.

When the tip of Hannah's canvas shoes hit Lu Yong's sneakers for the third time, the "Yang Sanjie's Complaint" in front of the Tangshan Banquet Shadow Play was reaching its climax.

The glass bottle of sour plum juice formed water droplets on the eight-immortals table. She stared at the half-opened corner of the sketchbook sticking out of his sweatshirt pocket, and suddenly poked the steamed bun box in his bowl with her chopsticks: "Painter Lu, how many 'Miss Hannah' are you hiding in your sketchbook?"

"No more, no less—" He deliberately used the fingertips dipped in sweet and sour sauce to hook her chin, "Just enough to complete a set of "Rose and Coal Dust" photography."

Before she could finish her words, a hand with bright red nail polish suddenly reached out from the side and knocked half of the chess piece, the pancake, off of Hannah's front.

The two turned around and saw a middle-aged woman in a mink coat taking pictures of the Dragon motorcycle model in the display cabinet with a diamond-studded mobile phone. The camera deliberately turned to Hannah's canvas shoes stained with coal dust: "Hey, now young people choose miner-themed restaurants for dates? Or..."

She deliberately shook the Cartier bracelet on her wrist and said, "Want to experience the 'romance' of us Tangshan miners?"

Lu Yong's back instantly straightened like a fully drawn bowstring.

Hannah held down his throbbing wrist, but heard a crisp childish voice coming from behind the woman: "Mom, that sister's camera is so beautiful!"

The little girl with pigtails was holding onto the railing, staring at the Leica Q2 hanging around Hannah's neck with sparkling eyes.

"Can beauty be used to make a living?" The mink-skinned woman suddenly pulled the child over, her diamond-studded nails almost poking Hannah's nose, "Remember, honey, look for a partner who drives a BMW, don't learn from some people--"

She deliberately dragged out the last word and glanced at Lu Yong's washed-out jeans. "Bringing a girl here to eat a thirty-eight-yuan steamed bun box, and pretending to be an intellectual to film a shadow play."

Hannah dug her nails into her palms, but heard Lu Yong suddenly chuckle.

He slowly tore open the second package of glutinous rice cakes and dipped the golden slices in the sour plum soup: "This lady is right, glutinous rice cakes really can't be eaten as a meal--"

He suddenly stuffed the biscuit covered with soup into his mouth, deliberately making loud chewing sounds, "But it can be used as a magic mirror to reveal the gilded snobbery of some people."

The mink-skinned woman's face instantly turned the color of liver. She was about to explode when her daughter grabbed her clothes and said, "Mom, that brother's ring is glowing!"

Everyone then noticed that the Twin Lotus Bookmark Ring on Lu Yong's ring finger was emitting a strange halo of light under the spotlight - last night he had used resin to seal the ginkgo leaves and copper wire in transparent glue, and at this moment the sunlight penetrated the glass window, casting a colorful rainbow on the ring surface.

"Are scraps of copper and iron worthy of being called a ring?" The woman suddenly took out her car keys and slammed them on the table. The BMW key logo made a crisp sound on the wooden table. "My daughter's father gave her a Tiffany six-claw diamond when he proposed to her—"

"But your daughter wants this more." Hannah suddenly raised the camera and pointed the lens at the shadow puppet held by the little girl.

In the viewfinder, the child was laughing while covering half of his face with a shadow puppet of Sun Wukong, and behind the mink woman, Lu Yong was using a steamed bun box to make a small Dragon motorcycle shape in the sour plum soup.

With a "click", the shutter captured a dramatic scene: a diamond-encrusted mobile phone, a BMW key and a shadow puppet of Sun Wukong were all in the same frame, but the real protagonists - the stars in the children's eyes and the art of Lu Yong's fingertips - shone brightly in the photo.

"Ms. Hannah, you are infringing on my portrait rights." The mink woman suddenly reached out to grab the camera, but was stopped by Lu Yong with chopsticks dipped in sweet and sour sauce.

The sugar juice flowed down his forearm into his cuffs and condensed into amber frosting on the lotus ring.

"No, you violated Tangshan Banquet's 'cultural atmosphere rights'." He suddenly drew a dividing line on the table with the sweet and sour sauce. "The left side is the luxury goods you can buy with your BMW logo, and the right side is--" He suddenly raised Hannah's Leica camera in front of the woman, "We bought it with thirty-eight yuan, the breath of the entire Tangshan city." (End of this chapter)