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

At 9:45, the two stood at the foot of the Nantianmen Tower.

Hannah held up her silk scarf and fluttered in the wind: "Lu Yong! Look! This angle of view can capture the entire urban area of ​​Shijiazhuang! And the wind chime array, do the sounds they make sound like an ensemble of chimes?"

"My dear, your scarf is going to get caught in the wind chime stand." Lu Yong pulled her back half a step. "But you are right, these bronze wind chimes are arranged according to the pentatonic scale - look, there is a Taoist priest playing the Tai Chi drum!"

The old man in Taoist robes waved his drumstick and drew the eight trigrams: "Would you two like to have your fortune told? I see this girl has a peach blossom face, so there will definitely be good news."

Just as Hannah was about to take out her phone to scan the code, Lu Yong had already dragged her away: "Master, we are in a hurry to see the sunrise!"

At 10:30, the two men squatted under the ancient locust tree in the Han Xin Temple.

Hannah focused her camera on the tree bark: "Lu Yong! This 2,000-year-old tree is shedding tears! Look at this amber gum. Does it look like the Warring States beeswax we saw in the museum last time?"

"Because this is the ancient tree's self-protection mechanism." Lu Yong took out a cotton swab to take a sample. "But the mission prompt said that the secret is hidden in the 'dialogue between the tree hole and the inscription'. We should go to the 'Baoduzhaiji' stone tablet to look for clues - hey, your hairpin is about to poke the incense burner!"

When they circled back to the command platform for the third time, Hannah suddenly dragged Lu Yong into the side hall and said, "Look! This projection animation is telling a story! Look at the pattern on Han Xin's armor. Is it the same as the bronze pattern we saw at the ruins of Zhongshan Kingdom?"

The holographic projection suddenly lit up, and the sound of war horses neighing rang in my ears: "Guest, when the morning mist of the Hutuo River meets the smoke from the village top..."

The midday sun illuminated the glazed tiles of the Hall of Five Hundred Arhats. Hannah held up the task card and stamped her feet: "Lu Yong! How can we do this sign language code? How can we have the fingerprints of the Buddha?"

"Because this is a multi-dimensional interactive system." Lu Yong untied her ponytail and re-tied it into a Taoist bun. "But look at the folds of the arhat's robes. This 'Wu Dai Dang Feng' painting technique is the same style as the Tang Dynasty statues we saw in the Dunhuang murals. Is it the same school?"

When the two entered the secret room through gesture recognition, Hannah suddenly grabbed Lu Yong and took a half step back: "Wait! This holographic projection is moving! Look at those flying figures, are they following the rhythm of our breathing?"

"Because there are biosensors here." Lu Yong squatted down to study the floor tiles. "But these flying figures have been adapted into electronic sound waves. Listen to this rhythm. Does it sound like the cyberpunk version of "Colorful Feathered Coat" that we listened to last night?"

At 12:30, the two spread out their picnic mat at the Wanghai Pavilion. Hannah arranged the persimmons into a heart shape: "Lu Yong! Look! This angle can capture the entire valley and our lunch! Look at that cloud in the distance, doesn't it look like cotton candy floating in the blue sky?"

Lu Yong adjusted the camera parameters: "But the light and shadow effect is really amazing - look at the blades of the wind turbines, they are playing hide-and-seek with the clouds."

When the mountain wind blew up the placemat, Hannah suddenly pulled Lu Yong onto the viewing rock and said, "Look! This can capture the entire Baoduzhai and our shadows! Look at the reservoir at the foot of the mountain. Doesn't it look like a sapphire floating among the mountains?"

Lu Yong said: "This composition is truly amazing - look at those persimmons, they are competing with the sunset to see who is redder."

.........

"Lu Yong, where did you get the pottery jar in your hand?" Hannah stared at the gray vessel wrapped with hemp rope in her boyfriend's arms. There was a piece of yellowed rice paper stuck in the mouth of the jar, and the ink had spread into strange symbols.

"It was dug from under the old locust tree at the bridge head." Lu Yong wiped the dirt off the jar with his sleeve. "Wang Bo, who sells sugar paintings, said that this is a time capsule buried when the Zhaozhou Bridge was repaired in 1953. It can only be opened when the bridge is 1400 years old."

When the morning light first rose, the two of them squatted beside the watchtower on the west side of Zhaozhou Bridge.

Hannah used a magnifying glass to observe the carvings on the railings: "Lu Yong! The core of this Baoxiang flower is a mechanism! Listen to this echo, does it sound like the wind chime we heard in Longxing Temple in Zhengding?"

"Because this is the Easter egg left by Master Lu Ban." Lu Yong took out the copper key and inserted it into the pistil. "But you are right, these pillars are spliced ​​according to the mortise and tenon structure of the Construction Method - look, there is an old boatman in a straw raincoat waving!"

The old man rowing the raft approached: "Would you two like to listen to a passage from "The Little Cowherd"? The water-sucking beast under the bridge loves to listen to Bangzi opera, and will spit out copper coins after listening to it!" Hannah was about to take out her phone to record the video, but Lu Yong had already pulled her onto the boat: "Father-in-law, we don't want copper coins, we'll just sing your best piece!"

When the oars created the third ripple, Hannah suddenly pulled Lu Yong and pointed at the bridge hole: "Look! The reflection is changing! Count the number of bridge holes. Is there one more than in the textbook?"

"Because this is Li Chun's trick." Lu Yong took out his sketchbook and copied it. "But these bridge holes correspond to the twenty-eight constellations. We are standing at the position of the 'Jishui Leopard' - hey, your hairpin is going to poke my father-in-law's hat!"

At 3:30 pm, the two of them spread out the rice paper under the ancient locust tree at the bridgehead. Hannah used a UV lamp to illuminate the ink: "Lu Yong! These symbols are glowing! Look at the structure of this word '车'. Does it look like the inscriptions on weapons from the Warring States Period that we saw in the Hebei Museum?"

"Because this is the secret code of the bridge keeper." Lu Yong turned the pottery jar over. "But the mission prompt says that the key is hidden in the 'dialogue between the bridge and the temple'. We should go to Zhao Yun Temple to look for clues - hey, your heel is stuck in the bluestone slab!"

When they circled back to the Eight Immortals Cave for the third time, Hannah suddenly dragged Lu Yong into the Stele Forest and said, "Look! The inscription on the 'Zhaozhou Stone Bridge Map' is moving! Look at the annotation of 'Yongtong Bridge'. Doesn't it contradict the information we found in the encyclopedia?"

The holographic projection suddenly lit up, and Li Chun's shadow stood at the end of the bridge: "Young man, when the water level of the Xiao River coincides with the third crack in the railing..."

At 5 p.m., the two stood in front of the Zilong Temple of Zhao Yun Temple. Hannah held up the compass and spun around: "Lu Yong! This magnetic needle is dancing the waltz! Listen to the resonance of the floor tiles, does it sound like the drum we heard in the ancient city of Zhengding?"

"My dear, your hairpin is about to hit the donation box." Lu Yong pulled her back half a step. "But you are right, these floor tiles are arranged according to the Bagua formation - look, there are warriors in armor dancing with spears!"

The actor holding the silver spear made a spear flower: "Do you two want to fight? If you beat the 108th generation descendant of Changshan Zhao Zilong, you can get the treasure of the temple!" Hannah was about to roll up her sleeves to fight, but Lu Yong had already dragged her to the side hall: "Master, we are in a hurry to watch the horse training performance!"

At 3:30 pm, the two were feeding koi fish next to the Tiger Taming Stone. Hannah spread the fish food in the shape of the Eight Diagrams: "Lu Yong! This stone is absorbing Yang energy! Look at this tiger-shaped pattern, does it look like the inlaid gold and silver tiger talismans we saw in the Mancheng Han Tomb?"

"Because this is the courage-testing stone left by Zhang Fei." Lu Yong took out a flannel and wiped the stone surface. "But the mission prompt said that the secret is hidden in the 'dialogue between the stone and the shadow'. We should go to Shunping Hou Palace to look for clues - hey, your scarf is tangled in the pine branches!"

As the setting sun shone, Hannah suddenly dragged Lu Yong into the corridor and said, "Look! This silhouette is performing a shadow play! Look at the shape of Zhao Zilong's war horse. Is it the same as the paper-cut New Year pictures we saw in Wei County?"

The holographic projection suddenly lit up, and the shadow of Zhao Zilong from Changshan reined in his horse and raised his spear: "Come on, when the setting sun shines through the tassel of your spear..."

At 10:00 p.m., the two sat in front of the open-air stage to listen to the opera. Hannah waved her folding fan, making a rustling sound: "Lu Yong! This painted face is winking at us! Listen to this singing style, does it sound like the Lahua we heard in Jingxing County?"

"Because this is a national intangible cultural heritage inheritor." Lu Yong pushed the teacup to her, "But you are right, the tune of this "Empty City Strategy" is "Shanpoyang" - look, there are audience members throwing red envelopes onto the stage!"

When the opera reached its climax, Hannah suddenly pulled Lu Yong onto the stage and said, "Let's sing a duet! You play Zhuge Liang and I play Sima Yi!"

While she was speaking, Lu Yong's folding fan had turned into a feather fan. When the two were singing excitedly, there was a sudden burst of applause. Hannah picked up a red envelope and bit it: "It's a theater coupon! Put it in your pocket quickly!" At the hour of Hai, the two lit river lanterns at the Zhaozhou Bridge.

Hannah stuffed the note filled with wishes into the pottery jar: "Lu Yong! Look! From this angle, we can capture the entire ancient bridge and our reflection! Look at that Kongming lantern in the distance, does it look like a star floating in the night sky?"

Lu Yong adjusted the camera parameters: "But the light and shadow effect is really amazing - look at those river lanterns, they are lining up with the Milky Way."

When the gong sounded at midnight, Hannah suddenly pulled Lu Yong onto the bridge railing and said, "Look! From this angle, we can capture the entire Xiao River and our shadows! Look at the moonlight under the bridge. Doesn't it look like a jade disk floating on the water?"

Lu Yong stuffed the last group photo into the time capsule: "But this composition is really amazing - look at these photos, they are overlapping with the letterhead from 1953."

.........

The next morning, when the first ray of sunlight penetrated the wooden lattice windows of the B&B, Lu Yong was squatting in the courtyard mixing plant dyes.

Hannah rubbed her eyes and walked out of the room, and caught a glimpse of the pansy pinned to his canvas bag, with morning dew still condensed on the petals.

"What kind of witchcraft are you doing?" She leaned closer to look at the comfrey juice floating in the clay jar, and suddenly a drop of indigo dye touched the tip of her nose.

"This is called the Earth Palette." Lu Yong used a cotton swab to dip the paint and dotted the flower ornaments on her forehead. "The hydrangeas in the valley are in full bloom. We have to collect the morning dew before the tour groups arrive."

In the dim morning light, the two walked along the winding plank road deep into the valley.

Hannah held up the specimen and chased the butterfly: "Lu Yong! Look! The wing veins of this orange swallowtail butterfly are glowing! Look at the color gradation of this hydrangea, does it look like Monet's water lily palette?"

"Because the petals contain flavonoids." Lu Yong handed her the centrifuge tube. "But you are right. The color value of this flower field gradually changes from #6A5ACD to #9370DB, which just corresponds to the color spectrum of the morning and evening shadows. Look, there are flower pickers making wreaths!"

The old woman in an indigo apron held up a rattan basket and said, "Young men, do you want to learn how to make rubbings? Using fresh flowers and plants to create the four seasons on cotton cloth can ensure that love will last a hundred years without fading!"

Just as Hannah was about to take out her phone to scan the code, Lu Yong had already pulled her to squat on the bluestone slab: "Grandma, we don't want the finished product, we just want to teach you your best technique!"

When the gavel struck for the 36th time, Hannah suddenly pulled Lu Yong and pointed to the stream: "Look! This reflection is painting! Look at the rouge flowers floating on the water. Aren't they as dreamy as the lavender fields we saw in Provence, France?"

"Because this is a magic trick of light refraction." Lu Yong took out his sketchbook and copied it. "But these petals have a secret. They are arranged according to the Fibonacci spiral - hey, your hairpin is going to poke the old lady's dye vat!"

At three quarters past nine, the two put on raincoats at the starting point of the glass drifting.

Hannah put the waterproof bag on the camera and said, "Lu Yong! You can capture the entire Rainbow Slide from this angle! Listen to the sound of the water splashing. Does it sound like the Nine-Bend Stream we heard in Wuyi Mountain?"

"My dear, your hairpin is going to get caught in the conveyor belt." Lu Yong pulled her back half a step. "But you are right. The slope of this drifting trough is a precisely calculated golden section angle. Look, there are staff members spreading pollen!"

The guide in an orange life jacket waved a colored sand pot and said, "Would you like to choose a lucky color? Red represents passion, blue symbolizes eternity, and green..."

Just as Hannah was about to point to the pink color, Lu Yong had already dragged her onto the floating boat: “Master, we are in a hurry to see the sky garden!”

When the raft rushed down the seventh steep slope, Hannah suddenly pulled Lu Yong and pointed to the shore: "Look! This reef is singing! Listen to the echo, does it sound like the Dong ethnic group song we heard in Guizhou?"

"Because these are resonant stones." Lu Yong took out a decibel meter to record, "But these stones have stories. They are living fossils of ancient sea erosion landforms - hey, your heel is stuck in the cobblestone!"

At noon, the two stood on the observation deck of the cliff plank road.

Hannah held up the telescope and turned around: "Lu Yong! This alpine meadow is breathing! Look at this hexagonal honeycomb rock. Does it look like the Danxia landform we saw in Zhangye?"

"Because this is a trace of glacial movement." Lu Yong handed her the geological hammer. "But the mission prompt said that the key is hidden in the 'dialogue between flowers and stones'. We should go to the granite maze to find clues - hey, you got tangled up in the guardrail!"

When they circled back to the Love Lock Bridge for the third time, Hannah suddenly dragged Lu Yong into the cave and said, "Look! This fluorescent moss is writing a love letter! Look at these glowing symbols. Aren't they as mysterious as the stalactite writing we saw in Zhijin Cave in Guizhou?"

The holographic projection suddenly lit up, and the shadow of the mountain god stood in front of the stone wall: "Traveler, when the midday sun shines through the cracks in the rocks..."

At three quarters past noon, the two were mixing aromatherapy in the flower art workshop.

Hannah put the lavender into the glass bottle: "Lu Yong! This essential oil is dancing tango! When you smell this top note, does it resemble the rose valley we smelled in Bulgaria?"

"Because this is the aesthetics of molecular movement." Lu Yong handed her the diffuser stick. "But you are right, this formula is in line with the traditional Chinese medicine's monarch, minister, assistant and messenger - look, there is a teacher demonstrating flower arrangement!"

The instructor in kimono inserted the last fern and said: "Would you like to create the flower of life? Use flowers of the four seasons to interpret the inner universe, and you will receive a box of eternal flowers."

Just as Hannah was about to roll up her sleeves and start, Lu Yong had already dragged her to the terrace: "Master, we are in a hurry to watch the parade!"

At the hour of Xu, the two sat in the rear compartment of a sightseeing train and listened to the band's performance.

Hannah shook the cheering stick into a galaxy: "Lu Yong! This saxophone is doing magic! Listen to this improvised melody, does it sound like the jazz we listened to in New Orleans?"

"Because this is the resonance of the musicians' souls." Lu Yong pushed the program to her, "But you're right, the composer of this 'Walking in the Flower Stream' is a local artist - look, there are audience members throwing everlasting flowers onto the stage!"

When the band reached its climax, Hannah suddenly pulled Lu Yong onto the stage and said, "Let's play a song together! You play the harmonica and I'll dance!"

As she spoke, Lu Yong's harmonica had become a baton. When the two danced to their heart's content, there was a sudden burst of applause. Hannah picked up a silk flower and bit it: "It's a hand-wrapped flower! Put it in your pocket quickly!" (End of this chapter)