Piano in Brussels in the distance

The first time I was on the train to Brussels, I didn't know how to transfer to another train because I didn't know Dutch. As a result, I found that I missed the transfer station in Ghent and went all the way to Antwerp when I checked in. So I had to give up my trip to Brussels that day. I walked around Antwerp, the capital of diamonds, and found many unexpected discoveries. This is another story.

Later, I heard that there was a suspected bomb on the train to Brussels that day, and all the trains to Brussels were temporarily suspended.

Sure enough, the next day, a friend asked me why there was another terrorist attack in Belgium. Said it was a bomb? It was really that morning when I saw the news. I was silently relieved. What do you mean by happiness and misfortune? But I heard that people in Brussels were quite calm at that time and seemed to be used to it.

Then, of course, I set off for Brussels, the capital of Belgium.

The first time I came to Brussels, I felt very confused, because I heard many bad rumors before I came, so I was a little afraid of the city. Whether it is the train station or the old subway, it gives me a sense of tension that needs to be guarded at all times.

Walking slowly in the street, the road surface is uneven, and there are many ups and downs. As usual, there are many open-air bars along the way. It's cold during the day, so it's hard to imagine the noise at night. Garbage can be seen everywhere, there are always scars left by chewing gum on the ground, and fat pigeons walk around with their necks stretched out in tandem.

I happened to see a dark brown Gothic building standing by the road, and I liked it very much. It's close to other ordinary buildings, very special, and completely different from the buildings I saw in Belgium before.

Gothic architecture is older than the Baroque style of the Grand Palace in Brussels. Buildings before the Renaissance were not so glamorous and gorgeous, and there were not so many new ideas to jump. Gothic architecture is the evolution of Roman style, but it is more exquisite and luxurious than Roman style. More like a noble who lamented at the end of the Middle Ages, elegant and mysterious.

On the other hand, looking at the heroic momentum of the Grand Palace seems a little less attractive. The only feeling that gives me is solemn atmosphere, nothing else.

On the day I arrived in Brussels, the weather was gloomy and seemed particularly cold.

On the way to the big square, the wind was particularly strong, and suddenly there was a faint piano sound floating in the wind.

Sometimes lively, sometimes tactfully, so with the wind floating in the air more and more far.

Suddenly remembered a passage written by Haruki Murakami.

"I woke up one morning and suddenly heard drums in the distance. Drums come from far away, from far away, rarely. Listen, listen, I'm going on a long trip anyway. 」

This seemingly absent drumbeat made Murakami finally decide to take his wife to live in Europe.

I have never understood why thousands of Qian Qian people have left their homes and no one to rely on. Why did they choose a distant place?

Even if you are familiar with another environment, you will feel that you cannot control it. A sense of belonging is a magical thing. You know exactly where you belong and where you belong.

Some people are tired of their hometown and make up their minds never to go back.

I know what kind of person I am, and my hometown can't be abandoned for me anyway. But some things will unconsciously cross Qianshan and enter your heart. They will exist in your memory before you arrive, just like the distant drums, and there are countless voices from afar, distant bells and distant piano sounds. Every time you imagine it, you get closer to reality until the day you really experience it.

Just like I'm following the piano in the distance now, I'm stepping on a land that doesn't belong to me.

This distant place has a name now, and there will be many names in the future.

On Louise's platform, I finally found the source of piano sound. An old man with gray hair is playing the accordion against the wind. The piano sounds cheerful and the bellows open and close.

The sound of the piano quietly let me off guard.

Sometimes a city really needs a different voice. The city seen by the eyes is part of the real face, and the sound is another part. The sound of the accordion is unique, but it can be heavy and melodious. The old man has a smile on his brow and white hair.

Looking at him, I suddenly thought of Alfredo, the film projectionist of Paradise Cinema. What he said to Dodo once impressed me deeply.

At that time, Duoduo, the leading actor, had just experienced a lovelorn love. Alfredo wants to leave town and go out to see what movie this is, but in fact Alfredo is telling his heart:

"Stay here every day.

You'll think of this place as the whole world

You will believe that it is the same.

And then you're gone, maybe five or ten years.

When you come back, what you are looking for is gone, and what once belonged to you is gone.

Life is not a movie, life is much more difficult than a movie. "

Movies are always accompanied by accordion melodious background music. My favorite song is called Love Theme.

I want to review this movie, because I can't remember the look on my face when I came back after leaving town for 30 years. What will be his face when he looks back at the Paradise Cinema, which once brought joy and emotion to the whole town?

If he doesn't leave town, the job he once loved as a film projectionist may be the fate of his life. What expression will he have when he thinks about this?

The sound of the distant organ makes me feel that the more exotic things are, the more people think of their hometown.

Fortunately, I heard the sound of the piano, which made me feel that apart from the terrorist attacks and mess, Brussels is still an old city with emotional appeal.