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", or search on Baidu: Sanlian Literature Network] Fan Wuxian agreed to the request of the two old men, left his contact information, and then left with Tong Xiaoyun.

The two old men were very knowledgeable and interested, and gave Tong Xiaoyun a few wire-bound books, all of which were books from the Republic of China, as if they were sent by some kind of mandarin duck butterfly.

Fan Wuxian doesn't think there is anything special about this thing, he has also done collecting before, and the collection is rare books, books with academic value or historical value, things like this genre have always been scoffed at, Fan Wuxian believes that throughout the ages, it is difficult for people to write to be elegant.

Or that good ones can infect people and educate people's hearts, but we can't help but admit that this type of mandarin duck and butterfly faction is basically dross far more than essence, and during the Cultural Revolution, it was a first-class poisonous weed!

"Although it is spiritual opium, it can still show a little bit of petty bourgeoisie when it is placed in the bookcase." Fan Wuxian was a little embarrassed, and Tong Xiaoyun said.

"Petty bourgeoisie?" Tong Xiaoyun asked a little puzzled.

"Petty bourgeoisie, short for petty bourgeoisie, refers specifically to those young people who yearn for Western ideas and life, and pursue inner experience, material and spiritual enjoyment. Petty bourgeoisie is often a derogatory term and even becomes a symbol of decadent sentiment. This kind of person does not want to make progress, does not think about national affairs, but only pursues the comfort of personal life, so it has always been regarded as a decadent way of life, which the proletariat cannot tolerate. Therefore, if this kind of person is left in the sixties and seventies, he will be the object of criticism. Fan Wuxian said to Tong Xiaoyun with a smile.

"In that case, it should be a derogatory word." Tong Xiaoyun was very dissatisfied with Fan Wuxi's use of this vocabulary to associate with herself.

Fan Wuxian shook his head and said,

As far as today's society is concerned, the above statements are not objective, and the word petty bourgeoisie has evolved into a life attitude and lifestyle. This is actually a kind of life mood and taste of life. And permeated with a sense and understanding of life and life. It is a kind of romance that is higher than the laws of reality. Everyone wants to have this kind of romantic taste, to enjoy life, to feel the beauty of life. Only a person who is confident in life can have a positive attitude towards life, otherwise how can he enjoy romance? ”

"Then you talked for a long time, is this mood good or bad?" Tong Xiaoyun was dazed by the two completely different explanations before and after Fan Wuxi, and asked a little confused.

\\\\\ Fan said with a smile,

"Where is it so easy to distinguish between good and bad? If you like it, it's good. If you don't like it. It's bad. It sounds idealistic, but it's true. Whether it is a nation, a society, a class, a country, or an individual, what is liked is what is good. What is acceptable, what is not liked is bad, and what needs to be fought against. In this sense, there is no absolute standard of good or bad, but only a standard of good or bad for yourself. ”

"I feel like you're talking. It's even more in-depth than what our political teacher said---- Tong Xiaoyun had to make her own evaluation of Fan Wuxi's words.

"That's deep, I'm just a little bit of a good thing." Fan replied with a pun.

However, it is obvious that Fan Wuxian is a pearl has been darkened, and Tong Xiaoyun has not realized the vague meaning of his words at all, which makes Fan Wuxian feel a little defeated.

"My parents are not there at night, where are we going to eat?" Tong Xiaoyun asked Fan Wuxian. Just now, when Fan Wuxian was fascinated by reading, Tong Xiaoyun had already gone out to make a call, Aunt Ding and Tong Yushan were busy with work, and they didn't have time at night, so they probably didn't necessarily go home, so Tong Xiaoyun asked Fan Wuxi's opinion.

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"Do you still need to think about it? We'll go out in the evening for a romantic getaway. Petty bourgeoisie. Fan Wuxian naturally didn't bother to go back to the dormitory to cook.

I ran all day and read a book for a long time. The mind is a mess, and I really need a hearty ready-made meal.

So the two of them drove out of the school, came to Nanjing Road, and then parked the car, strolling on the street, at this time the lights were on, many couples held hands and strolled on the street, the so-called three thousand red dust, men and women only, people are the origin of all the world.

Along the way, Fan Wuxian and Tong Xiaoyun saw a lot of shops, including food stalls, small restaurants, large hotels, and some fast food restaurants.

Fan Wuxi looked at it, and suddenly felt a little emotional, so he pointed to the scene on the road and preached to Tong Xiaoyun,

"We've come all the way and actually witnessed the current urban life."

"What do you mean?" Tong Xiaoyun felt more and more that Fan Wuxian was unfathomable, but he also bluntly said that he had no depth, only strengths, and he didn't know if he was modest or what he meant.

\\\\\ Fan Wuxian pointed to the noisy people eating in 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 any other life perception." Oh, that makes sense.

Tong Xiaoyun nodded, listening to Fan Wuxian continue to play.

"It's the life of the bourgeoisie, where you spend all your days drinking and getting drunk, but it requires a lot of money to pay for it, which is far from what ordinary people can imagine." Fan Wuxi stretched out his hand and pointed to a skyscraper next to him, a five-star foreign-related hotel.

Most of the people who come in and out of it are quite wealthy people, politicians or bosses, and wealthy foreigners.

Immediately afterwards, Fan Wuxi pointed to another place, only to see that behind the large piece of glass, there were many decorations of different styles, and below the decorations, there were young men and women holding milk tea or juice quietly sipping Tong Xiaoyun looked over and found that the clothes and talking posture of these people were more like a group of people with taste.

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"These people are even a group of people with small qualifications." Fan Wuxian smiled and said,

"People who like to wear casual clothes, and it's branded clothing, but very few people will wear the swaggering brand name brands like Adidas and Nike, and they choose second-tier products from first-class brands, which is not only their clothing standard, but also the general standard for them to choose all daily necessities. It is necessary to jump above the public, but also draw a clear line with the rich and rich, limited by the economic base, and unable to chase super-first-class brands. This is one of the typical petty bourgeoisie. It's all stubbornness and fanaticism, but it's just two extremes. "They're always on the edge and in the corner between the mainstream and the masses.

They disdain to be associated with the pop, on the eve of the arrival of the pop, they are the followers, and when the peak of the pop comes, they become the spurned by the pop.

They also have to run for a living, but they never talk about it, so they are mostly melancholy and reserved, they essentially yearn for a stable life, but they often dress up as drifters and wanderers.

To sum up, the so-called petty bourgeoisie is actually a kind of stubbornness and fanaticism, marginal and non-mainstream, melancholy and subtle, and uses this to flaunt its own difference.

Fan Wuxi held Tong Xiaoyun's hand and said with a smile,

"This is a petty bourgeoisie, he could be a melancholy poet in the moonlight, a wild singer in a bar, or a professional woman in an office building sipping coffee and sorting out papers." Tong Xiaoyun felt the warm feeling from Fan Wuxi's palm, and couldn't help but tighten, clasped his ten fingers together, and then asked with some uncertainty,

"So, should I be a publicist, or a petty bourgeoisie, or something else?" Fan Wuxi patted Tong Xiaoyun's back and said with a smile,

"You're just a student."

"Do you think I'm naïve?!" Tong Xiaoyun slapped Fan Wuxi twice with some annoyance, then pulled him to continue walking, and then found a rather luxurious hotel and said to him,

"I'll eat this at night!" This one! Fan Wuxi looked up, and couldn't help but sigh secretly, if it weren't for the fact that the amount of money in his purse was increasing at any time, he really couldn't afford to live the life of such a top rich person, and in a place like this, petty bourgeoisie couldn't afford to spend it.

But after Fan Wuxian went in for a while, he regretted it a little. Because he suddenly found that the three girls who had an ambiguous relationship with him were sitting in the hall resting, probably waiting for someone.

"Disease-free?" Feng Ping first found Fan Wuxian who came in and Tong Xiaoyun who was holding hands with him, so she couldn't help but shout.

Fan Wuxi touched his nose with his idle hand and asked with a wry smile,

"You three are so interested! It's such a wonderful fate to be able to meet you at a meal. Feng Ping, Chen Bisong, Chen Jingchu and other three girls were sitting on the leather bench opposite Fan Wuxi, staring intently at him and Tong Xiaoyun. Fan Wuxi wanted to gently slide her hand out of Tong Xiaoyun's hand without a trace, but unfortunately Tong Xiaoyun seemed to have some opinions, but she tightened her hand and firmly grabbed Fan Wuxian's right hand, which made Fan Wuxian's heart a little up and down.

"Okay, then let's see, whose feast is tonight?" Fan Wuxi is a little dissatisfied with Tong Xiaoyun's domineering behavior, although everyone has broken through the ** distance, but before this kind of public, there is no need to be so cautious, right?

So, Fan Wuxian simply let go of his mind, no longer thinking about the consequences that might make him unhappy, but took Tong Xiaoyun's hand very naturally, tidied up his collar with his other empty hand, and then opened his arms very freely, smiled and walked towards Feng Ping and the other three girls.