What kind of experience is it for Shanghainese to drift north?

After finally getting a brand-new degree certificate, I greeted my family with the reason of going to Beijing to apply for a job, and took my luggage and a sum of money to the capital in the north.

Having lived in the economic center for 25 years, perhaps I have long wanted to see the elegant demeanor of the political capital of Beijing.Due to various reasons, I was not distracted when I was studying and did an internship. My plan is to go to the local area to try the water first. After all, the experience of working in the capital can add luster to my resume. Besides, when it comes to the high-tech industry, there are indeed many job opportunities in Beijing. , take a step back and say that even if you really can't find a suitable one, you can still treat it as a trip to Beijing.

I was bored in the waiting hall, so I took out my mobile phone and prepared to write a new answer starting with "I just got off the plane shortly after returning to China" plus the airport photo, and I also checked my long-lost W blog by the way.

When I opened the W blog, I saw that "Pinghu Qiuyue" sent me a private message a few days ago... It was a bit funny, he asked me how to use px to remove the hand from the edge of a photo.

During this period of time, I have been sending private messages with him on the W blog, simply chatting about current affairs.I don't go online very often, so I reply every three or two days.He has always used a very polite and decent tone. He never asked for my more personal contact information, nor did he dislike my slow reply.

From the picture he sent me, I could only see that it was probably a picture of a carved wooden screen. In order not to let the screen fall down, the person who took the picture stretched out his hand to hold it while taking pictures, and his hand was naturally photographed.It was a man's hand, with slender and strong finger bones, blue veins slightly showing through the skin, and cleanly trimmed nails.There is a little brown stuff on the bottom of the thumb and the tiger's mouth, which is the same color as the screen, and it may be paint.

It's embarrassing...to be distracted by staring at one hand.I shook my head and replied that he is at the airport now, and I will teach him how to do it when I get back.After replying, continue to compose the answer.

After 3 hours of flying, I landed again.

After actually coming to the imperial capital, I found that it was really different.As someone said, you can find many Shanghais all over the world, but there is only one Beijing.

For example, dragging a suitcase at the moment, in the gray air, wrapped in only a thin pair of jeans, I have already sneezed three times in a row.

Bitter wind, icy rain, the streets of Chang'an are full of fallen leaves.

It turns out that this is late autumn in Beijing.An autumn wind swept by the tail gas, rolled up the phoenix leaves that were dyed golden by the frost, and directed them to dance between the two neat and magnificent car queues, adding a touch of gorgeous and colorful colors to the ancient city. .I looked down at the new NIXE on my feet, which had three clear shoe prints on the subway crowded into a hot pot, and frowned in disgust.

I have to say that this is the first time in my life to go out alone, and I still feel a little anxious.

Finally, I arrived at the place where I made an appointment to view the rented house.After wandering around the alley for a long time, I finally found it. It was actually in an alley with towering dangerous buildings.

There are several simple snack bars on the small road outside, and there are several roadside stalls not far from each other. There are soy milk fritters, fried chicken burgers, cell phone stickers, and piles of 20 yuan a pair of fake Nikes.The black curb was dripping with gutter oil, and a lot of fast food box garbage was scattered. By chance, there was a disheveled beggar lying in an inconspicuous corner of the street.

Housing prices in Beijing are generally very expensive, as is renting a house. At first, I was looking at an attic not too far from the city, but when I arrived, I found that it was actually small and simple, and there was an unexplainable smell in the house.The people living downstairs are obviously migrant workers, they are sloppy dressed, and their mouths are full of tartar.

I frowned deeply, there was nothing else to say except to walk away.

It was getting late and the autumn wind was blowing. I was wrapped in a coat and wandered on the street with my luggage.Sitting on a public bench by the side of the road, I don’t have any classmates I know in Beijing, so I can only find a cheap hotel nearby for one night, and continue to look at the room tomorrow.

Accidentally clicked on the W blog and found that I had received a new private message: Have you come to Beijing?Are you here for travel?

After seeing that it was sent by Pinghu Qiuyue again, I remembered that I took a photo of the airport when I got off the plane and sent a post with positioning.This is not... I have a Beijing netizen!

I replied to him that yes, the hotel I booked before is unlucky, and now I am in Xitang. Is there any recommended hotel nearby?

After I sent it, I realized that I was an idiot. People from Beijing live here, so I asked if the scenic spot hotel is suitable, what kind of hotel is it.

Not long after, he replied: That's it.Do you want to stay with me for a few nights?I'm in Chaoyang District, which is quite close to the scenic spot.

Then he sent a photo of the room, which was a single room that was simply cleaned up. There were several half-painted Buddha statues on the table, and some brushes, wooden shelves, bowls, etc. were piled up around the bed. The tools, as usual unoccupied.

He went on to say that this was the room where his last roommate lived, and now that he has moved out, no one else has moved in yet.It's okay if it's inconvenient, he will help me find a hotel.

Looking at his news, I hesitated for a moment... Is it appropriate to just live in the home of a strange netizen?

If it was someone else, I would definitely not do this, but if it was Pinghu Qiuyue... I know that he works in the Forbidden City, and usually works in cultural relics. Such a serious and rigorous profession has an inexplicable sense of trust.In addition, the geographical location of his home really made me very excited. You must know that renting houses in Chaoyang District start at 5k.

After thinking about it, I decided to go to his house first.So I asked him for a more convenient contact method, and he also readily added a V letter to me, sending me the address saying that he would wait for me at the gate of the community.

After another section of the crowded subway, I finally found the gate of "Dolphin Bay" in the dark.Looking around, besides a woman with a puppy and a child standing under the lights at the entrance of the community, there is a "Mediterranean" middle-aged man with his hands in his trouser pockets, smoking a cigarette, and a potbellied middle-aged man, and an elderly man is also sitting. .The uncle seemed to be just out for a walk, and after a while, he stood up and walked back while beating his shoulders. The only thing left standing now was the smoking middle-aged man, who looked like he was waiting for someone.

Ha... ha... Is this the embarrassment of meeting netizens... I couldn't bear to twitch the corner of my mouth.

Hesitating for a while, I decided to hide for a while to avoid being found out and regret it. It happened that there was a convenience store at the gate of the community, and I dragged my luggage and walked in calmly.After entering, I opened the V letter to see if he hadn't arrived yet. His last message was sent 6 minutes ago, and it said "I'm at the gate of the community, waiting for you".

Book that!What should I do, should I go... No, just looking at the hand, it should not be... Could it be that the hand is not his? !

With a complicated mood, I took a bottle of water from the shelf, went to the cashier to check out while looking at my phone, lowered my head and accidentally bumped into someone, but I didn't realize that there was still someone in front of me.A tall man was carrying a bag of apples, and I knocked off one of his apples.

"Ah, I'm sorry, I'm sorry." I apologized repeatedly, and I bent down to help him pick it up, only to notice that I was holding things in both hands and was in a hurry.

"It's okay, I'll come."

A warm and pleasant voice sounded above his head, and a beautiful hand picked up an apple on the ground in his vision.

Following that hand upwards is the cuff of a dark gray woolen coat, broad shoulders, and a well-defined chin, followed by a gentle and polite smile.A man in his 30s looks like a man with deep facial features, slightly curved lips, and a few strands of hair in threes and sevens on his forehead, which looks stylish and casual.

When the opponent stood up again, he looked taller and more handsome than before.When he looked at me, his eyes paused inadvertently, like confusion or something, fleeting.He gave me a superficial smile, and then left the shop with long legs.

I put the bottle of water on the counter to pay.Just when I was biting my lip and absent-mindedly, my phone received a new message: "Are you here? I went shopping just now, and I didn't see you"

...Wait, is that him?

As if enlightened, I grabbed the water and rushed out of the shop, forgetting to take the change.After catching up with him, I patted him on the back and shouted: "Wait a minute, Pinghu Qiuyue!"

It's a shame to read the opponent's screen name aloud.

He looked back at me, his eyebrows and eyes stretched, with admiration in his eyes, and he smiled and said, "Very handsome."

I froze and looked down at myself, wearing a casual jacket and old dark blue Lexis jeans.Fortunately, he didn't call me by my screen name.

On the way he took me home, I learned that the man has a very classical name.

Pinghu Qiuyue, Fu Pingqiu.

"What about you? May I know your name." He looked at me sideways.

"My name is Zhang Kedou." I replied with a slightly unnatural voice.

"Zhang Tadpole? Haha, what an interesting name." He couldn't help laughing.

"...No, the science of science, the third sound of struggle."