Most northerners think that a thousand bags in Jiangnan are a kind of bun

When I was about to get on the bus, I threw away a plastic bag of thousands of fans in my hand, which was a thousand bags of Huzhou with soup and fans. This scene happened 20 years ago and is still engraved in my mind today. It was my first week in Hangzhou, and I was on my way back to my rental room after the interview, hungry and wanting to buy a simple meal — like buns for lunch. I don't know what kind of food "Thousand Zhangs" is, and the intuition of northerners is that "Thousand Zhang Bao" is a kind of bun. When I took the bag of "thousand pieces" handed to me by the clerk, I was completely blindfolded, which was not the food I wanted, and it was far from the steamed bun I expected to be steamed with "thousand pieces". I didn't like this thousand bags of soup and water with hot air, and I threw it away like a gamble. This food is not convenient to carry on the bus, and it is too hot. At that moment, I missed my northern hometown immensely. In the summer in the north, people will eat cold food, such as cold noodles, cold vegetables, vegetables, noodles can be eaten cold, refreshing and cool. I had a hard time finding such food in Hangzhou, and I had been fooled when I went to the noodle restaurant to order the most common slice of Rice Chuan that Hangzhou people eat. Of course, I didn't know that Kata'er chuan was a hot noodle soup cooked with bamboo shoots, snow vegetables, and meat slices. In the small restaurant without air conditioning, the ceiling fan above my head whistled and turned, the wind blowing was hot, sweating, facing the steaming bowl of Kataer River, my heart was rejected, and I could not swallow a mouthful of hot noodles. In fact, the moment I threw away a thousand bags, my tears almost fell, and I had the idea of returning to the north to work. My yearning for Jiangnan comes from many literary and artistic works, such as apricot blossoms and smoke and rain, pink wall Dewa, pillow water people's homes... However, the Yanliu Painting Bridge is only a symbol of Jiangnan after all, and the real Jiangnan is huge and complex, not only damp, but also very different from the north. In Hangzhou, I'm just one of the out-of-towners in the midst of millions of people in a hurry. As a recent graduate, isolated college student, I had nothing to do except a diploma and carry-on luggage. I am lonely, cowardly, pessimistic, not used to the climate of Jiangnan, do not know the language of Jiangnan, do not understand the customs of Jiangnan, and eat food in Jiangnan... I did not dare to speak in this city, and as soon as I opened my mouth, I exposed my northeastern accent, and as soon as I opened my mouth, I was questioned and looked at by the locals. I keep sending out resumes and interviewing in office buildings that look good; I still have to speak and look confident to face the daily interviewers. Whenever I am asked, "Why did you leave the north for Hangzhou?" I would answer firmly – the Yangtze River Delta is one of the fastest growing regions in China, and I believe there will be a better future here. Every day, I picked up my spirits and did the psychological construction of staying in this city; every night, I wanted to go back to the north and let my emotions collapse. For me, is it not good to abandon my illusions about Jiangnan and return to the big cities in the north and live with relatives and friends? All the entanglements cannot withstand the arrangement of fate. Gangnam really made my dream sprout, and I went to a unit that suited my heart. I threw away my major on my diploma and found my dream job with my hobby. I got my first month's salary, made my first local good friend, and set my first little goal of an ideal life... All kinds of discomfort are gradually diluted by the atmosphere of openness, inclusiveness, atmosphere and refinement. Like millions of foreigners from all over the world, I was attracted to Jiangnan, took root in Jiangnan, and became a "new Jiangnan person" in the era of great change. I've still made some jokes about ordering food, but I haven't been depressed. For example, if I ask for a "scrambled egg with persimmons", the boss will be indifferent until I say the word "tomato" according to the menu, and he will be sharply ordered. In the north, persimmons are the collective name of tomatoes and persimmons, green vegetables are the collective name of vegetables, mushrooms are the general name of mushrooms, and persimmons in Hangzhou are persimmons, green vegetables are rapeseed in the north, and mushrooms refer specifically to a white mushroom. These misunderstandings have also caused me to quarrel with my lover. My lover is a Jiangnan person, and the combination of north and south is bound to have many differences, but we are assimilated by each other bit by bit in our daily life. For example, I will finally eat the southern version of the cold cucumber with only sugar and vinegar, and he also likes the northern version of the cucumber with salt, pepper and garlic; I can accept that he washes his face to wipe his face after soaking the towel, he can also wash his face with water like me, and then wipe it with a dry towel; he can finally understand that "screwdriver" is a wrench, and I also understand that "going to white phase" is going out to play... The years flow silently, but the changes in Jiangnan are changing with each passing day. In the torrent of rapid development, I was wrapped in the speed of the city, running, arriving again and again, setting off again and again... In the blink of an eye, I have entered middle age, and I will still miss the hometown of the White Mountains and Black Water, miss the people and food, smell and taste there, but I have finally become half a Jiangnan person. A few days ago, the camphor tree desperately released its fragrance, the flowers of the incense bubble tree bloomed all over the branches, and we ate the black lixia rice. Within a few days, fiery red pomegranate flowers hung from the branches, magnolia blossoms bloomed in dark turquoise leaves, we tasted the freshly listed moist and juicy mulberries and loquats; and after a few times of sweltering rain, the sweet and sour bayberry was fully listed... The days in Jiangnan are rich and beautiful, and it is too late to be sad.

Column Editor-in-Chief: Kong Lingjun Text Editor: Chen Shuyi Title Image Source: Figure Worm Image Editor: Cao Liyuan

Source: Author: Xiao Yu