Upstarts and poor settlers

When I left Shanghai, Nanjing was actually in a daze.

The series of confessions with Shanghai almost exhausted all his strength, and he could barely lift his eyelids when he was driving northward on the high-speed rail.

He felt indescribably exhausted and self-loathing--so humble, yet he held on to that bit of remaining aloofness and refused to give up on himself.

As a member of the Jiangsu-Zhejiang-Shanghai family, the Ningzhen-Yang metropolitan area, the Jianghuai mandarin area, and the four ancient capitals, it stands to reason that Nanjing should never lack a sense of belonging because of the bustle and bustle around it.

But few people know that Nanjing has been lonely for too long.

As the provincial capital whose political status is in decline and whose economic radiation is far inferior to the giant Shanghai next door, it is conceivable that the other 12 districts and cities in the province recognize him.

In the Yangtze River Delta, Hangzhou is a good old man who always enjoys himself and never offends others or reports to the group; although he has historical origins, his influence on southern Anhui has long made Hefei feel like a thorn in his throat, and he has almost become a stranger; Shanghai... I used to worry that he looked down on me, but now I worry that he thinks too much of me, let's not mention it for now.

Among the four ancient capitals, he has the deepest bond with Beijing, but one is that they are too far away, and the other is that there are still differences between them. Whenever they talk, they always feel that there is something separated, and they are no longer close to each other; he is not very familiar with Luoyang. In recent years, Luoyang has been silent, so he can't talk about it; as for Xi'an, although he has the same status as him, and is also the provincial capital, but Shaanxi is the hometown of the boss. There are many good things coming, and he is too busy to touch the ground, so how can he have the leisure time to accompany him, a poor family, nostalgic for the past and the present?

As for the Huolu group (Chongqing, Changsha, Wuhan), the great opening up of the west, the rise of the central region, and even the recent development of the Yangtze River have made them feel overwhelmed. Just in Changsha, I can occasionally take some time to gossip and gossip with myself.

He felt like a piece of dusty cloud brocade clothes, although it was of gold and jade quality, it had been left in the house long ago, moldy during the rainy season, and gnawed out by insects and ants, how could it show half of its former style?

Gradually, he got used to being alone, walking alone in the noisy world, chopping ducks, drinking wontons, eating noodles with skin belly alone, and living in a shabby room alone, reading history, meditating, and copying scriptures.

Gradually, he distanced himself from old friends and new friends, no one paid attention to him anymore, and he would not bother anyone.

Gradually, like a yellow and mottled shadow, he was forgotten in the gap between history and the present.

Until this time, a greasy-faced upstart dragged him out and kissed him like a real bum.

Nanjing didn't know whether he liked Shanghai or not, but he had to admit that, looking back, he was not dissatisfied when he found out what Shanghai wanted.

What's more, he really looked at the cold eyes for too long, and suffered from the sadness and loneliness for too long. If he could have someone to share with him, wouldn't this long and never-ending city life be much better?

On the bench at that time, Nanjing was sweating coldly. What is the difference between these thoughts and the green teabitch defined by young people?

Just because life is difficult and life is lonely, he has to take advantage of the sincerity of others and enjoy the hospitality and tenderness of others. Nanjing thinks that although he is not elegant, he is also a gentleman. He can't do such vile things.

So, after saying a bunch of prevarications, he fled in despair, left Hongqiao, and left the small window to the glorious world lent to him by Shanghai.

I went back to Nanjing in a state of embarrassment. The leaders were all overwhelmed by the symposium on the Yangtze River Delta. Nanjing didn't want to be immersed in inexplicable thoughts all the time.

As a result, when he came to his senses, several days had passed, and the Shanghai Cooperation Summit in Qingdao was almost over, so there was only time to watch the fireworks show.

At this evening party, the spirit of the newly proposed Shanghai was deafening, and within a fraction of a cent, Shanghai stole the limelight.

Sitting on the sofa, Nanjing peeled garlic crayfish and watched the fireworks, "Do you think Qingdao is losing money?"

He paused, as if realizing that there was no one sitting beside him, he laughed out loud on the spot, and after a while he became quiet, even the shrimp in his hand became dull.

After thinking about it, assuming that we are really together in Shanghai, the two of us are so close, we will neither lose the freshness because we stick together every day, nor will we feel resentment because we are separated from each other.They are geographically close, have the same culture, and have experienced a hundred years of ups and downs together. At least there will be no lack of common topics. Among other things, after the previous confrontations, Shanghai's understanding of itself has reached an outrageous level. Maybe it will be easier to manage the relationship?

Although he is bitter, cold and proud, treacherous and cunning, and rational without any superfluous emotions, at least he is calm and objective when facing himself, and will not presumptuously exert excessive sympathy.

He will miss the past phantom of Zhong Ling Yuxiu and Zhong Ming Ding Shi, and he will also like the vicissitudes and rough middle-aged greasy man in front of him wearing an old man's shirt and big pants.

He understood that these were all, and none of them were Nanjing.

After Nanjing finished eating the last shrimp, he smiled towards the void.

The next day, Nanjing went downstairs to go out to work. When he passed by the courtyard, he could only smell the fragrant fragrance. Only then did he realize that all the jasmines had bloomed overnight.

Seeing that little Jasmine, Nanjing suddenly had a terrible idea—to make a bet with himself and with destiny, if Shanghai appeared before his eyes within a day, he would agree to it.

After running east and west for a day, my mind was full of seemingly high-level vocabulary such as artificial intelligence, new energy vehicles, and the 5G era. Nanjing subconsciously looked around the city, and of course it was impossible to see the shadow of Shanghai.

Shanghai is so busy, obviously there is no time to visit this dilapidated, old, bereaved and sick city, right?Nanjing was relieved and thought wistfully, and suddenly felt a craving for belly noodles.

He went to Jinchun to buy two taels of pot stickers, and went to Xiangji, where he often eats, to order a bowl of pork liver and six delicacies.

It was there that he saw a man, wearing haute couture, holding an iphonex, picking noodles one by one with chopsticks for a roast duck that was obviously endless, very ridiculous, but very cute.

Looking at him, Nanjing laughed out loud, as if all the Jasmines in the entire city of Nanjing had opened up in an instant.

This is him, he thought firmly.

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