“It’s so vulgar!”

Bai Fu dropped a word, threw up her sleeves and left.

"Haha, are you qualified to criticize others?"

Sun Mo retorted.

It's a pity that Bai Fu is too lazy to talk to Sun Mo. In her eyes, the winner of the fourth prize and the hand of God are just vulgar things.

"Look, your self-righteous arrogance actually proves your vulgarity. You are using literary youth to disguise your vulgarity."

Sun Mo sarcastically said: "There are some experts who have really high ideological level. Fishing in the South China Sea and gazing at the moon in the mountains are all about sentiment and character. But what about you? I just want to prove that you are different from us 'common people'."

"But when you prove this, you have already fallen behind and lost."

"pretty!"

Li Ziqi, who was eavesdropping outside the door, wanted to express his admiration.

"You're talking nonsense!"

Bai Fu scolded.

"Angry? Doesn't being angry mean that you care?"

Sun Mo spread his hands: "Is this more beneficial than any other evidence?"

Sun Mo is a teacher in modern times and has seen all kinds of students. And even if he is not a teacher, as long as he often surfs the Internet, there is no one he has not seen!

Leave waist-length hair, wear a white skirt, go barefoot, and wear a pair of cloth shoes...

Go on a pilgrimage to a certain place to purify your soul, go to a certain sea to live alone, feed the birds and read...

To be honest, Sun Mo also thought about it.

After all, who hasn’t been young yet?

"I don't deny the life you desire, but I also ask you not to insult the ideals of famous teachers!"

Sun Mo's tone became stern: "It is your freedom to live for love and die for love, but it is also our freedom to pursue the realm of saints."

"Even if it is utilitarian and vulgar, so what?"

"In my opinion, there is nothing wrong even if a farmer's lifelong pursuit is to want a hundred acres of fertile land, a few cattle, a virtuous wife, and smart children."

"There is no difference between ideals, big or small, superior or inferior!"

"Aren't you pretending to be a noble and free-spirited person anymore? Your pride makes you look down on other people's ideals of sainthood?"

Buzz!

Good words of gold and jade broke out.

Brilliant spots of light splashed on the roof of the building at night, like fireflies flying, and also reflected Bai Fu's red cheeks.

She was so humiliated by what Sun Mo said.

"It's over, this person can't be dug!"

Lu Zhiruo felt that the teacher was going to die.

“Why are most geniuses’ personalities so awkward?”

Li Ziqi didn't understand.

"Isn't this just arrogance?"

Mascot analysis.

"What do you know?"

Bai Fu retorted.

She admitted that what Sun Mo said made sense, and what was even more troublesome was that this guy really thought so, otherwise the good words would not have happened.

In this way, Bai Fu couldn't call Sun Mo hypocritical.

"I don't understand, so I need to learn more!"

Sun Mo responded.

Sorry for trolling people in lane, I have never lost.

The unbridled Sun Hei Dog bites people to the core, with a mouth that is three feet wide. It will not scare you to death.

"Haha, that's a pity. I was born with a natural understanding and understanding. No matter what I learn, I can learn it."

Bai Fu pretended to be sad and sighed: "You may think that saints are unreachable, but in my opinion, it is just climbing a high mountain, which is meaningless!"

"Then what have you created for this world?"

Sun Mo asked back.

"You mean the value of life?"

Bai Fu chuckled: "Why does a person's life have to be valuable? Do I bother others by eating, drinking, writing and drawing every day? I am willing to waste my life, do you care?"

"By the way, let me add that my living expenses are all earned by myself!"

Seriously, they are crazy.

Sun Mo didn't want to talk any more. Bai Fu was a typical child of a wealthy family who was born with rich clothes and fine food, and had never been bitten by the old dog of society.

What ordinary people think about is to fill their stomachs. To be more advanced, I want to save money to buy a game console, or to chase a girl I like.

But Bai Fu already had these things when she was born.

Without having to worry about food, clothing, housing and transportation, she naturally has a lot of time to think about things.

Of course, not to mention that she is talented and loved by many people.

"I was wrong, I shouldn't have forced my values ​​on you!"

Sun Mo used retreat as advance.

This is the line!

Does right or wrong matter?

It's not important, what's important is winning.

"If you know you're wrong, just step back immediately!"

Bai Fu waved her hand.

"Let me ask you one last question, are you feeling empty in this kind of life?"

When Sun Mo saw Bai Fu's face change slightly, he knew that he was right.

As long as you are human, those psychological problems are bound to exist.

In Malos's needs theory, the fifth level, the self-actualization need, and even the fourth level, the esteem need, were not fully obtained by Bai Fu.

She is a genius, but does she have achievements that others can admire from the bottom of their hearts?

Bai Fu said she didn't care, but in her heart, she thought so.

All right!

Even if she hadn't thought about it, Sun Mo would help her think of it now.

Talking?

Fighting for the world view?

Sorry, at this moment, countless philosophers and psychologists in Blue Star are with me.

"From the looks of it, you like poems and songs very much. Are you a person who loves literature? Since you said that you can learn it no matter what it is, then may I ask, do you have any literary works?"

Sun Mo took the bait.

"Ha, your question shows your shallowness!"

Bai Fu finally found a place to fight back: "Real literary masterpieces cannot be mass-produced or written through a certain routine. They can only be obtained by chance. This is the charm of literature!"

"If you learn the science of alchemy and weapon refining, you can do it yourself, and you can even be better than the master. But in literature, anyone can write, but can you write an immortal work?"

Bai Fu raised the book in her hand: "For example, this "Journey to the West"."

"puff!"

Outside the door, Li Ziqi and Lu Zhiruo burst into laughter.

If you say this, you will suffer a loss.

The corner of Sun Mo's mouth twitched.

Although Sun Mo wrote Journey to the West in vernacular, which was different from the original work, he plagiarized the content after all, so he prohibited Zheng Qingfang and others from promoting it.

Therefore, only a small number of people know that he is the author of Journey to the West.

"I feel that this book has broken the shackles of mankind and released the wings of dreams. It turns out that the world can still be like this."

Bai Fu stroked the book cover, her tone full of admiration.
To be continued...