After seeing off Mary, Le Jing was hungry, so he simply closed the store and went upstairs to cook. There were bedrooms, kitchens, and bathrooms upstairs, all of which were decorated by the landlord. He bought furniture and usually sold books downstairs during the day and went upstairs to rest at night, which was convenient.

Before he came, he couldn't figure out the development level of other planes, so he specially carried a few cans of gas to the kitchen, and went to the nearby supermarket to buy a lot of food and pure water to stock up. So even if he was penniless this month, he would at least not have to go hungry.

After dinner, I read the book for a while, and Le Jing planned to go to bed before eleven o'clock.

Le Ling was surprised by this: [I saw that the post-90s generations all sleep very late because they have to stay up late to practice immortality.]

Le Jing replied calmly: "That's what their Taoist youth said. We Buddhist youth do not pay attention to these."

Le Ling is curious: [Then what do you Buddhist young people pay attention to?]

"The sky is high and the clouds are light, and birds are flying, soaking wolfberry in the thermos cup." Le Jing covered the quilt and closed his eyes, "Good night."

Le Ling: […Good night.]

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The next day, when Lejing opened a store, he looked at the foggy sky and covered his nose and sighed. When he was on earth, Beijing PM2.5 was slightly higher, and Western countries would send congratulatory messages to condemn this kind of environmental protection issue, which was quite a sense of superiority that whitewashed the aristocrats who despised the mud-legged nouveau riche.

Sure enough, something like haze is better than someone else's. While thinking about this, he picked up his phone and took a few photos on the street.

Le Jing was not interested in going out to test his physical strength under such severe air pollution. He made up his mind to stay in the store in this month and would not go anywhere.

There were not many people in the store all morning, and Le Jing did not do a business. But he didn't care. He sat at the counter and read "Women's Dilemma" written by Mary with relish.

Although the content of the article is relatively simple and the propositions put forward are a bit naive, and no reasonable and effective measures are proposed for women's current dilemma, it cannot be viewed from the perspective and pattern of the present people. Judging from the times when the book was written, it is already amazing that Mary can think about this level.

At one or two o'clock in the afternoon, Mary came.

She didn't know if she hadn't slept all night, her eyes were blue, her face was pale, and her face was covered with an excited blush. As soon as she entered the door, she couldn't wait to ask, "Please tell me who is Ms. Simone Beauvoir?"

Le Jing said lightly: "Since you have eaten eggs, why bother about who the hen is laying the eggs?"

Before Mary's further questioning, he spoke out bluntly and refused: "I have no way to tell you about everything about this book."

"The Second Sex" was published in 1949, and now it is only 1910. One step ahead of the times is a genius, while ten steps ahead are a madman. Not to mention that the famous sayings and theories listed by Simone Beauvoir in the book may not exist in this plane at all!

So he couldn't answer Mary's questions and did not plan to answer them at all.

He looked down at Mary, who was dumbfounded and smiled slightly: "This is a good book, isn't it?"

Mary was stunned for a moment, and when she mentioned the book, her face softened immediately, and her eyes were shining with colorful light: "It's like God helped me take away the tulle that was covered in my eyes, and I finally saw the world clearly. From now on, I will not be cowardly or confused. I will move forward bravely and never retreat. I will devote my life and soul to the great cause of liberating women."

At this moment, the expression on her face was incredible and incredible.

Le Jing remembered Joan of Arc, Mrs. Stowe 1, Nightingale 2, and Soong Ching Ling... These brave and legendary women have changed the world by their own actions. Now, another awakened woman has joined them.

Le Jing also laughed and said sincerely: "I wish you success."

"Even if it fails, it doesn't matter." This serious woman rarely showed a hearty smile, "I don't know how to be alone, but I can hope that people will come."

The two looked at each other and smiled tacitly, as if they had been getting some distance between them.

"If you have time, you might as well come here often. I have some books here that may solve your doubts when reading "Second Sex"."

Mary's eyes lit up. Of course she knew what Le Jing meant. This was equivalent to opening his bookstore to her for free as a library. In addition to being moved, she was also a little confused and some vigilant from women's instinct: "Of course this is the best. I mean, I really don't know how to repay your kindness to me."

The young man's eyes passed Mary and turned to the bustling window, his eyes dazed and seemed to fall into memories: "What is more terrible than resource monopoly is knowledge monopoly, which will not only cause cultural deserts, but also hinder the development of human civilization. It is the most terrible crime."

He was silent for a moment and stared at Mary seriously: "If you really want to repay me, I want you to swear that you will teach all the knowledge you have learned from me to anyone who seeks knowledge, regardless of gender, race, religion, country, no selfishness, no selfishness, no selfishness, only for the fairness and justice of the world."

The young man's words were loud and loud, and every sentence hit her heart, and every sentence made her soul tremble.

She looked at him as if she was watching the saint who had sent God to enlighten the world. Her voice was solemn and firm that she had never felt before: "I swear that I will use my life to carry out my vows."

The young man smiled soothingly, and the eyes were filled with clear and quietness: "Thank you."

"No, I should be thankful for you." Thank God for letting you come to the world. You are my guide and my teacher. Mary sighed in her heart and felt a little more respect on her face. She changed her tone and said to her, "I still have some books in my house, I don't know if it suits your taste..."

"I am more picky about food. But I am never picky about food when it comes to books." Le Jing smiled and said, "If it is convenient, please allow me to read it."

Later, he and Mary discussed some of the contents of "Second Sex", and the topic was always very pleasant. It is worth mentioning that Linda entered the bookstore at this time and joined the conversation with Mary. The two of them quickly chatted enthusiastically and forgot Le Jing aside. Le Jing was quite amused and crying about this.

After that day, his bookstore became a stronghold for Mary and her companions. Oh, there is a Linda in it. They talked together, read books together and expressed their opinions. Different thinking collides with bright sparks in the debate, and Le Jing was happy to see it. Although their discussions were sometimes a little noisy, he decided to continue to be a quiet and generous bookstore owner in view of the collections these cute ladies brought him.

On that day, he was fascinated by reading a book that Linda brought. Linda walked up to him and patted the table, which scared him.

Linda rolled her eyes at his blaming eyes and explained, "It's not my fault. I called you a few times, you can't hear it."

Le Jing smiled embarrassedly, he knew his own faults. Once he sank into the book, he would turn a blind eye to the things outside the window, and he would not realize anything that happened outside.

"Is there anything?" he asked, pushing his glasses.

"There is a question." Linda asked, "Did you say, the little prince finally go back to his planet?"

Noting the eyes of the ladies behind her, he couldn't help but realize that it was the turn to discuss "The Little Prince" today.

"No, he is dead." Le Jing said ruthlessly, "He committed suicide."

Linda was stunned for a moment. He didn't expect what Le Jing would think. Such a cold commentary contrasted with Le Jing's gentle performance for a long time. She couldn't help but look at Le Jing with complaint and argued: "This is a fairy tale after all, how can you look at it from an adult's perspective! This is so cold!"

"No, on the contrary, death is the road to happiness for the little prince." Le Jing said, "Because he is too lonely, he is a [child] who is incompatible with the [adult] society. Even the little prince is just a social animal like a human. People cannot survive without the collective, and the little prince is the same. However, he is an alien who is incompatible with the adults. Even the pilot who keeps his childlike innocence is not a real child, so he cannot find real redemption after all. Therefore, when he discovered that his redemption was only the planet and roses that he had long abandoned, he was only suicide - that is, returning home in a philosophical sense."

Linda was stunned for a while. She didn't expect Le Jing to interpret the fairy tale like this. She couldn't help but say, "The little prince can go and play with other children like him!"

Le Jing sighed and said with almost compassion: "But there is no child in this book. The little prince is the only child."

Linda was stunned for a moment, and a chill suddenly burst into her spine. She suddenly understood what Le Jing meant: "The isolated and helpless mean that the child's innocence cannot survive in the adult world. It will either be assimilated or destroyed. The little prince would rather commit suicide than be assimilated."

Linda thought a lot at that moment, thinking of her family, her arranged life, and the indescribable delusion in her heart.

Being a fighter pilot is a thought that has been rooted in her mind since she saw fighter planes soaring into the clouds three years ago. She longs to rush into the blue sky like a man and defend her country like a hero.

However, she is not a man, she is a woman. She is the eldest lady of the Baron Swift family, and she bears the pride and honor of the family for hundreds of years. The Swift family does not need a mischievous lady who is arbitrary and hangs with men. Their only requirement for Linda is to marry a man of a good family (such as Williams Bingley) to pass on the family and manage the family for her husband, so that the family can live up to her cultivation.

In her opinion, as a [alien] little prince is so similar to herself. They are all rebellious in adult society, and no one can truly understand them. So will the ending like the little prince be waiting for her?

"So how can the little prince survive? Does the little prince have to die?" Mary's companion, a lady named Ilia, came to the counter at some point, her eyes were slightly red, and she asked Le Jing anxiously.

Le Jing smiled comfortingly: "Of course not, no one has to die. In fact, there is another way to interpret this story. Do you want to listen to it?"

So Le Jing talked about another version of the little prince he understood: "The rose actually represents the little prince's ideal. Ideals are like roses, but they look beautiful, but they carry hurtful thorns. After the little prince was stabbed by the rose, he chose to run away from home and exile himself. But the little prince, like everyone, firmly believed that he was unique. Even though he was stabbed by the ideal, he was still proud of his ideals. Until he discovered that his rose was just one of the millions of roses, nothing strange at all, which caused a great blow to the little prince. He began to be confused about his beliefs. At this moment, the little prince met a fox, his first true partner. The fox taught the little prince what kind of domestication is, and let him understand that his rose (ideal) was unique. From then on, he completely strengthened his beliefs and died for his ideals in the end."

The young man looked down at Linda and Ilia. The obsidian-like pupils seemed to contain some profound meaning, and their words were profound, just like the prophets of the legendary prophecy: "The little prince is a pure idealist who was martyred for his ideals."

Le Jing's eyes passed over Linda and looked at Mary behind her from afar. The rare sunlight shone on her through the window, making her look like she was shining: "The road for idealists is rugged and long, and the shadow of failure follows like a shadow, but those who have changed the world are often idealists."

The author has something to say:

1 Mrs. Stow: full name Harriet Beeche Sow, her representative work "Uncle Tom's Cabin". Her book inspired a generation of "abolitionist movement", directly guided the American Civil War, and made outstanding contributions to the liberation of black slaves. It was named the 41st of the 100 people who influenced the United States by the authoritative American journal "Atlantic Monthly".

2 Nightingale: Florence Nightingale: The founder of nursing and the founder of modern nursing education. She is the world's first real female nurse and started the nursing career. The "5.12" International Nurses' Day was established on Nightingale's birthday to commemorate the founder of modern nursing.
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