Rather than talking about the farce of inheritance and murder, he is actually talking about Gustav. But it is better to say that he reminds people of Zweig than to Don Quixote. This person is keen on lyric poetry, and he does not forget to recite a paragraph when he is about to die; pay attention to his appearance, and sprinkle his class-specific perfume on the way to the chaser to show the way; pay attention to the demeanor, the total net worth is only 45 yuan, and 25 yuan will be given Tips. Really ridiculously pedantic and hypocritical. But it is precisely this pretending to persecute, paying attention to the livelihood of the lame shoe shiner, giving sincere comfort to lonely children and old and declining women, and sympathizing with the flat girl with a birthmark on her face, and serving as a refugee from a humble background. Life is fighting for life, and there is a long-lost charm of its own. Such a character always reminds people of those past eras. Those innocent but ignorant, prosperous but superficial, but human age. For example, Europe before World War II, France and the United States in the 1960s, Japan in the Taisho period, and our short-lived Republic of China and the 1980s. It is a spectacle that only exists when the old and new cultures alternate. It is the fever and dream of history. Although absurd, funny and impractical, it looks better than the harsh and indifferent era that followed --- or revolution, orism, or nation, or development, or democracy, or consumption, or personality, or The various banners of liberation, pretending to be desperate, impassioned, serious, or thoughtful, understanding, or cute and cool, but in their bones are the same line of old and sophisticated and calculating. Hey, forget it. These things about old sesame seeds and rotten millet, these vicissitudes of life, these historical torrents, is it a thing for me and other little people? What is really sad and lonely is that the stupid and kind friend who died for you, the ordinary and cute girl who died of the flu, will never come back. With a part of your life.
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