Fan Wubing agreed to the request of the two old men, left his contact information, and then left Tong Xiaoyun.
The two old men were very knowledgeable and tactful. They gave Tong Xiaoyun a few thread-bound books, all of which were books from the Republic of China period, and it seemed to be some novel from the Mandarin duck butterfly school.
Fan Wubing didn't think there was anything special about this thing. He had collected it before, and all the books were rare, books with academic or historical value. Things like this novel genre have always been sneered. Fan Wubing believes that from ancient times to the present, it is difficult for people who write novels to be elegant.
Or a good novel can infect people and educate people's hearts, but it cannot be ignored that novels like the Mandarin duck butterfly School have basically more dross than the essence. During the Cultural Revolution, it was a first-class poisonous weed!
"Although it is spiritual opium, it can still show a little bourgeois mood when placed in the bookcase." Fan Wubing said with some sarcasm.
"People's mood?" Tong Xiaoyun asked in confusion.
"People-bourgeois is the abbreviation of the petty bourgeoisie, which refers specifically to those young people who yearn for Western thoughts and life, pursue inner experience, material and spiritual enjoyment. Petty-bourgeois is often a derogatory term, and even becomes a symbol of decadent emotions. Such people do not want to be enterprising, do not consider national affairs, but only pursue the comfort of personal life, so they have always been considered a decadent lifestyle that is intolerable by the proletariat. Therefore, if such people are put in the 1960s and 1970s, they will be the targets of criticism." Fan Wubing said to Tong Xiaoyun with a smile.
"That's what I said, it should be a derogatory word." Tong Xiaoyun was very dissatisfied with Fan Wubing's use of this kind of word to connect with him.
Fan Wubing shook his head and said, "In today's society, the above statements are not objective. The word "people" has evolved into an attitude of life and a way of life. This is actually a kind of life mood and taste, and permeates a sense and understanding of life and life. It is a romantic interest higher than the laws of reality. Everyone hopes to have this romantic interest, enjoy life and feel the beauty of life. Only those who are full of confidence in life can have a positive attitude towards life, otherwise how can they enjoy romance?"
"Then you talked for a long time. Is this kind of mood good or bad?" Tong Xiaoyun was dizzy by Fan Wubing's two completely different explanations before and after, and asked in confusion.
Fan Wubing smiled and said, "Why is it so easy to distinguish between good and bad? If you like it, it is good, and if you don't like it, it is bad. Although this kind of words sounds more idealistic, it is the fact. Whether it is a nation, society, class, country, or individual, what you like is good, what you can accept, what you don't like is bad, and it needs to be fought for. From this level, there is no absolute standard for good or bad, but only one standard for yourself whether it is good or bad."
"I feel that what you say is more profound than what our political teacher said-" Tong Xiaoyun had to make her own comments about Fan Wubing's words.
"That's deep, I'm just a little bit of strength." Fan Wubing replied in a pun.
However, it was obvious that Fan Wubing was the one who was in a dark state. Tong Xiaoyun did not understand the obscure meaning of his words at all, which made Fan Wubing feel a little failed.
"My parents are not here for something tonight, so where can we eat?" Tong Xiaoyun asked Fan Wubing.
Just now when Fan Wubing was fascinated by reading books, Tong Xiaoyun had already gone out to make a phone call. Aunt Ding and Tong Yushan were both busy with work and had no time at night, so they probably might not go home. Therefore, Tong Xiaoyun asked Fan Wubing for advice.
"Do you still have to think about it? We'll go out for a romantic evening, and the bourgeois mood." Fan Wubing was naturally too lazy to go back to the dormitory to cook. He ran all day and read books for a long time. His mind was messy and he needed a sumptuous ready-made meal.
So the two drove out of the school and came to Nanjing Road. Then they parked the car and strolled on the street. At this time, the lights were on, and many couples were walking on the street holding hands. As the saying goes, three thousand worlds, men and women, but people are the origin of all the world.
Along the way, Fan Wubing and Tong Xiaoyun looked at many shops, including food stalls, small restaurants, large hotels, and some fast restaurants. In the large floor-to-ceiling glass, many people sat next to the table next to the window, drinking drinks or eating, talking in a depressed manner.
Fan Wubing looked at it, suddenly felt a little moved, and pointed to the scene on the way and preached to Tong Xiaoyun, "Along the way, we have actually witnessed the current urban life."
"What does it mean?" Tong Xiaoyun felt more and more unfathomable about Fan Wubing, but he even said that he had no depth and only strengths, and he didn't know whether it was modest or what it meant.
Fan Wubing pointed to the food stalls and small restaurants over there and said, "These are the lives of ordinary people. Eating is eating, and it will not be combined with other life insights."
Oh, it makes sense. Tong Xiaoyun nodded and listened to Fan Wubing's continued performance.
"Then there is a bourgeois life, spending money and being rich, but this requires considerable funds to pay for it, which is far beyond ordinary people's imagination." Fan Wubing pointed to a skyscraper next to him, a five-star foreign-related hotel.
Most of the people who come and go there are quite rich people, politicians or bosses, and rich foreigners.
Immediately afterwards, Fan Wubing pointed to another place, and saw many decorations of different styles behind the large piece of glass there, and underneath the decorations were young men and women quietly sucking with milk tea or juice.
Tong Xiaoyun looked over and found that the clothes and conversational postures of these people were more like a group of people with taste.
"These people are even people with small-priced personality." Fan Wubing smiled and said, "Those who like to wear casual clothes, and they are branded clothing, but few people wear popular brands like Adidas and Nike. They choose second-tier products from first-class brands. This is not only their clothing standard, but also their general standard for choosing all daily necessities. They have to jump above the public, but also draw a clear line with the rich people who are short of economic foundation, and are unable to pursue top-class brands. This is exactly one of the typical petty bourgeois styles. They are both stubborn and fanatical mentality, but they are just two extremes."
They always stand on the edge and corners of the mainstream and the masses.
They disdain to be with popularity. On the eve of the arrival of the popularity, they are the followers of the popularity, and when the peak of the popularity comes, they become popular spitters.
They also have to work hard for their livelihoods, but they will never talk about these things, so they are mostly melancholy and implicit. They essentially yearn for a stable life, but they often dress themselves up as wanderers and wanderers.
In summary, the so-called petty bourgeois mood is actually a kind of stubbornness and fanaticism, marginal and non-mainstream, melancholy and implicit, and uses it to show one's own uniqueness.
Fan Wubing held Tong Xiaoyun's hand and said with a smile, "This is Xiaoboli. He may be a melancholy poet under the moonlight, a wild singer in the bar, or a professional woman who organizes documents while siping coffee in the office building."
Tong Xiaoyun felt the warm feeling from Fan Wubing's palms, and couldn't help but tighten it. She intersected his fingers and then asked with some uncertainty, "So, should I be a public, a petty bourgeoisie, or something else?"
Fan Wubing patted Tong Xiaoyun's back, smiling and said, "You are just a student."
"Do you think I'm naive?" Tong Xiaoyun beat Fan Wubing twice with some anger, then pulled him forward, then found a very luxurious hotel, and said to him, "I'll eat this one tonight!"
This family! Fan Wubing looked up and couldn't help but sigh inwardly. If the amount of money in his purse had not increased at any time, he would have really not been able to live a life of such a top rich man. For places like this, petty bourgeois can't afford to spend.
However, after Fan Wubing entered for a while, he felt a little regretful.
Because he suddenly realized that the three girls who had an ambiguous relationship with him were sitting in the hall to rest, probably waiting for someone.
"Not sick?" Feng Ping first discovered Fan Wubing who was wandering in and Tong Xiaoyun holding hands with him, and couldn't help but shout out.
Fan Wubing touched his nose with his idle hand and asked with a wry smile, "You three are so intriguing! It's such a wonderful fate to meet you even after a meal."
Fengping, Chen Bisong, Chen Jingchu and other three girls were sitting on the leather bench opposite Fan Wubing, staring at him and Tong Xiaoyun without stopping.
Fan Wubing wanted to gently slide her hand out of Tong Xiaoyun's hand without any trace. Unfortunately, Tong Xiaoyun seemed to have some objections. Instead, she tightened her hands and firmly grabbed Fan Wubing's right hand, which made Fan Wubing feel a little up and down.
"Okay, let's take a look at whose feast it belongs to tonight?" Fan Wubing was a little dissatisfied with Tong Xiaoyun's domineering behavior. Although everyone had already broken through the physical distance, there was no need to be such a petty fuss before public, right?
Chapter completed!