After Kong Yiji left Xianheng Hotel, the text continued.

I haven't seen Kong Yiji for several years, and people have probably forgotten him, but I still think of him in my mind from time to time, thinking of him standing in front of the counter in a gown and saying "Warm a bowl of wine". Especially when he came to the store for the last time, his leg was broken. When I brought him wine, I saw that he was thin, black and pitiful.

Until one day, someone found a body in a broken house. He thought it was Kong Yiji-that's what I heard when I was warming my wine. I saw the happiness of the speaker and the audience. The shopkeeper said regretfully, "Kong Yiji still owes me 19 yuan!"

Second: Liu Yuhan.

After Kong Yiji left, I worked for another two years and became more and more familiar with hotel work. The shopkeeper sent me to the city to help him buy goods. I have never been to that city, so I wandered around it.

The street is very lively, much bigger than our town of Lu. I was eating wonton in the snack street when I suddenly saw a man in a dark blue jacket, with his legs crossed and his hands behind his back. By the time I finished eating wonton, there was no trace of that man.

It's time for me to go back to Luzhen after I bought the goods, and I saw that man writing with his legs crossed. "Is Kong Yiji really you?" I asked. I'm pretty sure when he looks up. He is still thin, but his skin color has improved a lot. Kong Yiji nodded to me and said, "Little buddy!" I asked him how he was doing. Kong Yiji said, "I met a noble man who cured my leg and showed me the way-copying books. I've thought a lot, too. I used to feel that I was wasting my time. I should make money and live a good life. " I invited him to have a drink at Xianheng Hotel when he was free. He nodded, and I said goodbye to him, knowing that he was still alive and had started a new life, and I didn't want to mention how happy I was.

Third: Chen Jiayi.

I also work as a waiter in Xianheng Hotel. Every day, people with short sleeves come to drink and sometimes discuss Kong Yiji. One of them said, "Kong Yiji hasn't come for a long time, and there's nothing interesting." Another said, "I heard that Kong Yiji died and was buried in a pit. It looks only skin and bones. At first glance, I starved to death. " "Who can blame this? You are lazy, your hands and feet are not clean, and you deserve to die! " I felt a little sympathy after listening to their conversation. They added, "After Kong Yiji's death, there was nothing in the house except some books, and all of them were burned. What's the use of Kong Yiji reading books for most of his life? " I walked out of the shop and looked at this gloomy day, just like this society, and I was bored.

Fourth: Wang sitong.

The cold wind howled in winter, and several short coats chatted while drinking. I looked around to see the familiar face again until I heard them say that Kong Yiji was dead. I was taken aback and asked the shopkeeper to ask for 19 money owed by Kong Yiji. The shopkeeper praised me for being clever. I rushed to Kong Yiji's house with the coat gang.

This shouldn't be home. My home is surrounded by walls. I managed to squeeze into the room and saw Kong Yiji lying peacefully on the bed, with nineteen pence neatly placed by the bed, and printed next to it was "Return to Xianheng Hotel19pence." It's amazing that Kong Yiji is so trustworthy.

Fifth: Chen Jiaming.

After drinking, Kong Yiji went home with his hand behind his back. Lying on the wooden bed, he muttered to himself, "I have nothing to do all my life, and I have had a hard time winning the first place in the imperial examination!" Say that finish, tears streaming down her face.

After a hungry day in bed, he went begging in the street. Suddenly someone said, "Hey, isn't this Kong Yiji? Poor thing, come, I'll buy you a bowl. " When the others heard this, they all laughed. Kong Yiji was silent, just lowered his head even lower.

It will be like this for the next few days. Sometimes Kong Yiji can't get food, and he's starving.

A few days later, he died in a broken house outside the city, but no one knew.

Sixth: Wang Shizhen.

It was cold and snowy, so I wrapped my cotton-padded jacket tightly and approached the stove. The shopkeeper said to me, "Boy, go and buy 10 Jin of fennel." Then he winced and complained, "Shit, why is it getting colder and colder?" Seeing the heavy snow outside, I don't want to go out. The shopkeeper shouted at me and pushed me out of the door. A cold wind got into my collar and I trembled all over.

I struggled in the snow, and the cold wind stung my face like a knife. There are almost no pedestrians in the street, and the doors of all shops are unlocked. Suddenly, several people were discussing something around a corpse. Out of curiosity, I went to see him. I looked at his clothes carefully. It was Kong Yiji. He is still in rags, and his face has turned black and purple because of the cold weather. He is terribly thin, as if he had torn off this skin and turned into a bone. I left in a hurry out of fear, and Kong Yiji really died.