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

Just like that, Fu Pingqiu coaxed and lured him to his home.Fu Pingqiu's hometown is in a traditional courtyard, bigger than I imagined, but not luxurious, but very simple.Pushing open the creaking wooden door, there is a small yard inside. The red porch and the white brick wall are naturally connected. Because of the age, the vermilion paint has peeled off in many places, revealing the color of the wood inside.The lanterns with the wicks removed from the beams and the brand new couplets by the windows all reveal the flavor of the year that has not faded.

Fu Pingqiu, dressed in casual home clothes, welcomed me into the house.His grandparents passed away early, leaving only a pair of parents in the family.When I first met his parents, I was still very cramped, and I almost couldn’t speak Mandarin well. Fortunately, this feeling didn’t last long, and I soon relaxed a lot...Because his parents greeted me at the beginning, After rambling about for a while, the attention was no longer on me.

"Don't tell me, this name is so funny! Hahaha." The half-white-haired little old lady narrowed her eyes with a smile.

"You don't understand this, do you? I think this name is really suitable for programmers! Xiao Zhang, am I right?" The hale and hearty old man sitting next to her answered.

"Hey, now that you've said that, I think about it. The son of Mrs. Sun's family in Si Hutong is also a programmer, isn't he?"

"Isn't that right? You're as thin as a monkey. I bumped into him once when I went to Xizhimen last time. She has big dark circles under her eyes. She doesn't have much hair at a young age. She hasn't caught up with Xiao Zhang yet. Half handsome."

"Hey, this unlucky boy is old and not young, have you found someone yet?"

"I found it. It's not just the little girl's movie that Lao Liu introduced. She said she was doing something. She also likes to mess with the computer. She performs stand-up comedy in front of the computer all day long..."

... All in all, I just can't get my mouth in there.Only now did I know what Fu Pingqiu meant by "Beijing dialect with a Mandarin accent". I was really overwhelmed by the real old Beijing. Compared with his parents, Fu Pingqiu's Mandarin was too standard.

Seeing the two old men chatting on their own, I silently backed away and went to find Fu Pingqiu.

Walking around in the spacious room, I stopped in front of a bedroom, and my experience told me that this should be Fu Pingqiu's room.I gently opened the door, and the space inside is spacious and the layout is very simple, which may be the reason why most of the things have been moved away.In the corner of his room, a very conspicuous thing caught my attention - an old wooden piano.

So he still plays the piano?I approached the piano. Although a thin layer of dust had fallen on the top, the keyboard cover still showed signs of being opened recently.I opened the cover of the piano and pressed a few keys lightly, and the keys made a few warm tones.

In fact, I also practiced piano for a while when I was just in middle school. At that time, many students in my class were learning musical instruments in their spare time.I was so envious, I also argued with my parents to learn the piano, vowing to be a pianist when I grow up.After I bought the piano, I really practiced hard day and night, painstakingly studied all kinds of chords, and was very popular on the school stage, surrounded by applause, like a prince.It's a pity that it was abandoned after passing the 10th grade test. Now that I see the familiar black and white keys, I have completely forgotten it.

Thinking about it now, I didn't really love the piano at that time, but just obsessed with the feeling of being a prince.

Fu Pingqiu was not in the room, I found him in the kitchen, and saw a man wearing an apron, choosing dishes in a proper manner.He once said that when he returns home, he will take care of all the housework so that the elderly can spend the New Year comfortably.

In the evening, I had dinner with Fu Pingqiu's family, and I listened quietly on most occasions.However, some of the past they talked about subverted my common sense... If I can describe it in one word: casual.

Fu Pingqiu's parents were educated youths of the Cultural Revolution generation and were dispatched to the countryside in Sichuan. The two were from the same hometown in Beijing, so they met naturally and fell in love.After the Cultural Revolution, they had two choices, one was to stay in Chengdu, and the other was to return to Beijing.In fact, his parents prefer to live in the comfortable Chengdu, but after consideration, they resolutely decided to return to Beijing: in order to give their son a better development space.So the two elders have been raising Fu Pingqiu in Beijing to adulthood, and they have a stable job. At this time, they are already planning to move to Chengdu.

"Eh? Is that so... But it's inconvenient for you two old people to move so far alone." I said.

"Why don't you just move, what a big deal?" Mr. Fu said cheerfully.

"It's okay, just move, as long as they can take care of themselves." Fu Pingqiu also echoed.

If it were me, my family would definitely live in Shanghai for the rest of their lives. They are very happy in Shanghai. It is absolutely impossible for them to leave their children and suddenly move to another city when they get old... let alone such a remote place in the inland.

Although I am not very good at cooking, I can still wash dishes.After the meal, I took the initiative to help his parents clean up the dishes and clean up the dishes in the kitchen.When it was about to be finished, a melodious piano sound suddenly came from my ears. It was a piano piece I had never heard before, but the melody... was surprisingly familiar.

I quickly packed up the rest of the dishes, took off my apron and rushed into Fu Pingqiu's room.

Pushing open the door, the man was sitting tall and straight in front of the ancient piano, his neatly combed bangs were hidden in the unclear light, with an expression that I couldn't figure out, his slender and beautiful fingers resting on the keys Wandering—no wonder I noticed at first that he had hands for playing the piano.

To my surprise, the piece he played was not a famous piece of classical music, but a popular piece that most people in the 90s had heard - "Have to Love" by Wilber Pan and Xianzi.At first I almost couldn't believe my ears, but after a while, I confirmed that the melody that stirs my heart is indeed the piano piece adapted from "Have to Love".

I have to say, this is a song that used to fascinate me.I never imagined that a well-known pop music could have a unique charm under the interpretation of the piano.There is less restlessness and more solemnity, the bass part is gentle and caring, and the treble part is crisp and beautiful, like a lover returning home, and a wanderer stepping on the warm harbor of his hometown.

When Fu Pingqiu played, he didn't have the score, he had memorized it long ago.The loose home clothes make him look very relaxed, his movements are elegant, his knuckles are strong, and there is a unique charm in his gestures, like a deep spring mixed with strong wine, like knowledge of books and rituals and wild love can be mixed with him appeared at the same time.

I seem to be drunk and sober again.Because the sound of the piano is a kind of rational to paranoid music, it will make people intoxicated in sobriety, unable to extricate themselves, and do not want to extricate themselves.He wanted me to like the tune he played, he wanted me to like the way he played, and he wanted me to like... whoever was playing it.

I stood blankly behind the man, the sea was under my feet, the waves were roaring around me, listening to the siren's piano, I knew it was a temptation, but I desperately wanted to take a step forward...

"Do you still want to hear it?"

The man's deep and sweet voice brought me back to reality.Suddenly returning to his senses, he realized that he did not know when he was hugging him from behind.I blushed, hurriedly withdrew my hand, turned my face away and said no.And... you play very well.

Fu Pingqiu smiled slightly, and took my hand back, "This song... I practiced it for you."

"What?...how do you know." I froze.

He just laughed without saying a word.Only then did I suddenly realize that Fu Pingqiu might be hiding some other secret that I didn't know about... about me.