Adapted and continued based on my real experience
"Pigeon Whistle Across the Alley" is a contemporary growth epic about the cultural umbilical cord and identity drift. Lin Xiaobei, who grew up in Beijing's alleys, was born with a double brand - a Beijing accent on the tip of his tongue and Fen River water flowing in his blood. He recognized the texture of every piece of ice in Shichahai, but during the college entrance examination year he was dragged back to his ancestral home in Shanxi by the red line of household registration that he had never set foot in. He could tell the wind direction from the sound of pigeon whistles, but had to fight for a space for the pigeonhouses in his memory on the demolition drawings.
When the Beijing A license plate drove past the Sanjin ancestral hall covered with coal ash, and when the demolition team's electric drill smashed the pigeon whistle, this young man, known as the "fake Beijinger", was groping for his place in the cultural tearing and reconstruction. Uncle Wang in old Beijing used a flock of pigeons to teach him to "recognize the nest but not his fate", and the yellowed small letters in the family tree told him that "the root system is deeper than the soil." From the fragrance of sesame sauce in the alleys to the vinegar shop in Sanjin, from being forced to hide the admission ticket to writing the family tree on the glass curtain wall, Lin Xiaobei finally understood: the true hometown is the courage to let Sophora japonica and Pigeon whistle coexist in the blood.
