Wealth

Fan Wubing agreed to the two old men's requests, leaving his contact information, and then left with Tong Xiaoyun.

The two old men were very knowledgeable and interesting, and gave Tong Xiaoyun a few thread-bound books. They were all books from the Republic of China, and they seemed to be novels of the Mandarin Duck and Butterfly School.

Fan Wubing didn’t think there was anything special about this thing. He had collected it before. The collections were all rare books, books with academic or historical value. Things like this genre of novels have always been sniffed. Fan Wubing believes that through the ages, people who write novels have never been able to wait for elegance.

In other words, good novels can infect people and educate people, but it must be admitted that novels like the Mandarin Duck and Butterfly School are basically more dross than essence. During the Cultural Revolution, they were first-class poisonous weeds. !

"Although it is a mental opium, it can still show a little bourgeoisie when placed in the bookcase." Fan Wubing said with a bit of amusement.

"Petite bourgeoisie?" Tong Xiaoyun asked inexplicably.

"Petitarian bourgeoisie, short for petty bourgeoisie, specifically refers to young people who yearn for Western thought and life, and pursue inner experience, material and spiritual enjoyment. Petty bourgeoisie is often a derogatory term, and even becomes a symbol of decadence. Such people do not think about it. Enterprising, regardless of national affairs, just pursuing the comfort of personal life, it has always been regarded as a decadent way of life, which cannot be tolerated by the proletariat. Therefore, if such people were left in the 1960s and 1970s, they would be The object of criticism." Fan Wubing said to Tong Xiaoyun with a smile.

"That said, it should be a derogatory term." Tong Xiaoyun was very dissatisfied that Fan Wubing used this term to connect with herself.

Fan Wubing shook his head and said, "As far as today’s society is concerned, these statements are not objective. The term petty bourgeoisie has evolved into a life attitude and lifestyle. This is actually a life style and taste, and Permeated with a kind of perception and understanding of life and life, it is a kind of romantic taste that is higher than the law of reality. Everyone hopes to have this kind of romantic taste. To enjoy life and feel the beauty of life. Only full of confidence in life Only those who have a positive attitude towards life, otherwise, how can he enjoy romance?"

"Then you have been talking for a long time, is this kind of sentiment good or bad?" Tong Xiaoyun was confused by the two completely different explanations before and after Fan Wuyi, and asked in confusion.

Fan Wubing said with a smile, "Where is good and bad so easy to distinguish? If you like it, it is good, and if you don't like it, it is bad. Although it sounds more idealistic, it is true. No matter what. It is between a nation, a society, a class, a country, or an individual. What is liked is good. What is acceptable, what is disliked is bad, and what needs to be struggled. From this level, there is no absolute standard for good or bad. And there is only one criterion for good or bad for yourself."

"I feel that you speak local. It is deeper than what our geopolitics teacher said--" Tong Xiaoyun had to make his own evaluation of Fan Wuyi's remarks.

"That has depth. I just have some strengths." Fan Wubing replied with a pun.

However, it is clear that Fan Wubing was blinded by Mingzhu. Tong Xiaoyun didn't realize the cryptic meaning of his words at all. This made Fan Wubing feel a bit of a failure.

"My parents are not there for something tonight. Where are we going to eat?" Tong Xiaoyun asked Fan Wuyi.

Just now when Fan Wuyi was fascinated by reading. Tong Xiaoyun has already gone out to make a phone call. Aunt Ding and Tong Yushan both have jobs to be busy. No time at night. It is estimated that they may not go home. Therefore, Tong Xiaoyun solicited Fan Wu's advice.

"Does that still need to be considered? Let's go out to be romantic at night. Petty bourgeoisie." Fan Wuyi naturally didn't bother to go back to the dormitory area to cook. Ran all day. Read the book for a long time. There was a mess in the mind. There is a great need for a hearty ready-made meal.

So the two drove out of the school and came to Nanjing Road. Then I parked the car and strolled on the street. At the beginning of the lights, many lovers walked on the street holding hands. As the so-called three thousand red dust, men and women are only men and women, but people are the origin of all the world.

Along the way, Fan Wubing and Tong Xiaoyun looked at many shops and there were food stalls. There are small restaurants. There are also big hotels and some fast food restaurants. Inside the large floor-to-ceiling glass, many people are sitting at the table next to the window, drinking or eating, and talking in gloomy mood.

Fan Wubing took a look, and suddenly felt a little emotional, and pointed to the scene on the road, preaching to Tong Xiaoyun, "We have actually witnessed the current urban life when we walked this way."

"What do you mean?" The more Tong Xiaoyun felt that Fan Wu's disease was unfathomable, but he even said that he had no depth, only his strengths, and he didn't know whether it was humble or what it meant.

Fan Wubing pointed to the noisy people in the food stalls and small restaurants over there and said, "These are the lives of ordinary people. Eating is eating. It will not be combined with other life perceptions."

Oh, it makes sense. Tong Xiaoyun nodded and listened to Fan Wuyi's continued wave.

"It's the life of the bourgeoisie over there. It takes a lot of money and money, but it requires a lot of money to pay for it, which is far beyond the imagination of ordinary people." Fan Wuyao pointed his finger at a skyscraper next to him. Star-rated foreign hotel.

Most of the people who come and go there are quite wealthy people, politicians or bosses, and wealthy foreigners.

Immediately afterwards, Fan Wubing pointed to another place. Behind the large piece of glass, there were many decorative objects of different styles. Under the decorative objects, he was holding milk tea or juice and sipping quietly. Tong Xiaoyun, the young men and women who landed on the ground, looked over, and found that these people's clothes and talking posture were more like a group of tasteful people.

"These people, even those with minor qualifications." Fan Wubing smiled, "They like to wear casual clothes, and they are brand-name clothes, but few people wear popular brands like Adidas and Nike. They choose This is the second-line product of the first-class brand. This is not only their clothing standard, but also the general standard for them to choose all daily necessities. They have to rise above the masses, and they seem to draw a clear line with the wealthy people. They are limited to the economic foundation and are powerless. Chasing first-class brands. This is exactly one of the typical petty bourgeoisie sentiments. They are stubborn and fanatical, but they are only two extremes."

They always stand on the edge and corner of the mainstream and the masses.

They disdain to be in the company of fashion. On the eve of the arrival of fashion, they are striving to pursue it. When the peak of fashion arrives, they become the spurn of fashion.

They also have to run for their livelihoods, but they will never talk about these, so most of them are melancholy and reserved. They essentially yearn for a stable life, but often disguise themselves as wandering and wandering.

To sum up, the so-called petty bourgeoisie is actually a kind of stubbornness and fanaticism, marginal and non-mainstream, melancholy and reserved, and use this to promote one's own uniqueness.

Fan Wubing shook Tong Xiaoyun's hand and said with a smile, "This is a petty bourgeoisie. He may be a melancholy poet in the moonlight, a wild song in a bar, or a job in an office building who organizes documents while sipping coffee. female."

Tong Xiaoyun felt the warm and moist feeling from Fan Wubing's palm, she couldn't help but tightened, intersecting his fingers, and then asked uncertainly, "Then, should I be a public, a petty bourgeoisie, or something else? ?"

Fan Wubing patted Fear Tong Xiaoyun on the back and said with a smile, "You are just a student."

"Do you think I'm naive?!" Tong Xiaoyun beat Fan Wuyi twice angrily, then dragged him to move forward, then found a very luxurious hotel, and said to him, "I will eat this tonight. Home!"

This one! Fan Wubing looked up, and couldn't help but sighed secretly, if the number of banknotes in his purse were increasing at any time, he would really not be able to live the life of such a top-notch rich man. In places like this, petty bourgeoisie come here. Can't afford it.

But after Fan Wubing went in for a while, he regretted it a bit.

Because he suddenly realized that the three girls who had an ambiguous relationship with him were all sitting in the hall to rest, probably waiting for someone.

"No disease?" Feng Ping first discovered Fan Wubing who came in~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and Tong Xiaoyun who was holding hands with him, and couldn't help but shout out.

Fan Wubing touched his nose with his free hand, and asked with a wry smile, "You three are in good spirits! It's really curious and wonderful that you can meet you all over the meal. Feng Ping and Chen Bisong. The three girls, including Chen Jingchu and Chen Jingchu, were sitting on the leather bench opposite Fan Wuyi, staring at him and Tong Xiaoyun intently.

Fan Wubing wanted to gently slide her hand out of Tong Xiaoyun's hand without showing a trace. Unfortunately, Tong Xiaoyun seemed to have some opinions. Instead, she tightened her hand and firmly grasped Fan Wubing's right hand. , So that Fan Wuyao felt a little overwhelmed in his heart.

"Okay, let's take a look. Whose feast belongs to tonight?" Fan Wubing is a bit dissatisfied with Tong Xiaoyun's domineering behavior, although everyone has broken through the ** distance, but Before this kind of publicity, there is no need to be cautious, right?

Therefore, Fan Wubing simply let go of his mind, and no longer considered the consequences that might make him unhappy. Instead, he took Tong Xiaoyun's hand very naturally and used his other free hand to organize his own. Collar, then opened his arms very freely, smiled and walked over to Feng Ping and the other three girls.