Kong Yiji’s continuation

After Kong Yiji left the Xianheng Hotel, the autumn wind was bleak and migratory birds flew south. Kong Yiji lowered his head, sat on the ground and drank his last sip of wine. He dragged his broken leg and slowly "walked" out with his "hands".

"My legs are broken now, will I steal again?" "If I steal again, I'm afraid my hands will be broken too!"

Kong Yiji was afraid of hearing this laughter, so he bit his Ya, dragging his legs, moved forward with all his strength, and kept muttering in his mouth: God is going to give this person a great responsibility, but he must first harden his mind... How can this disaster be justified?

People’s laughter could no longer be heard. He sat down on the hillside behind the Xianheng Hotel. His calf hurt badly. He looked at it and saw that it was red and swollen, as thick as the mouth of a bowl. In some places, it was red and swollen. It has festered and suppurated. He cried, tears streaming down his face. He thought of Sun Bin and King Wen of Zhou. He seemed to see hope again: "I understand all the "Four Books and Five Classics". Once this difficulty is over, won't God give me a great responsibility?..." He thought dreamily and fell asleep: His leg was healed , back when he was young, he went to Beijing to take the exam and won the first place in the imperial examination. Then he entered the prime minister's house and became extremely powerful and prominent for a while. That day, Kong Yiji suddenly remembered that he wanted to go back to Lu Town. The prefect and county magistrate stood on both sides in fear, while Ding Juren and the shopkeeper were restless. Kong Yiji stepped out of the eight-carat sedan chair and walked into the Xianheng Hotel. The shopkeeper, Ding Juren and everyone bowed and kowtowed in greeting. Kong Yiji raised his hands and said, "Forget it, I don't care about such trivial matters with you." Everyone shouted in unison: "Master Kong really has a lot of money. The prime minister has a lot in his belly." Pole the boat!" Kong Yiji looked at the people with their heads lowered, feeling extremely proud and laughing loudly. The laughter startled a group of night birds, and they flew into the distance with a strange cry of "Yuya". Kong Yiji was shocked. When he opened his eyes, he saw the autumn rain drifting, the twilight was thick, and the heart-wrenching pain in his broken leg. Kong Yiji smiled miserably: "Life is like a dream. I have had one in the past fifty years." Imperial examination dream...haha...ha..." Then he mustered up his energy and "walked" forward dragging his broken leg.

The autumn wind, carrying the autumn rain, beat mercilessly on Kong Yiji. "Is that okay? Let's go quickly." He urged himself and crawled forward. Kong Yiji, who was cold and hungry, could no longer crawl. His frozen hands were no longer able to support his mud-covered body. Yiji stopped at the edge of a deep valley. In the night, a skinny figure looked like a wooden stake, slumped down...