Kong Yiji walks out of the hotel to follow up

1 After Kong Yiji drank his last bowl of wine, he paid for the drink and then walked out of the hotel with his hands on his back. He walked on the empty streets of Jiu Town. He saw only a few people running on the streets, as if they were going home, but Kong Yiji had nowhere to go. Kong Yiji walked and came to the river port of Lu Town. He looked at the green river water and the sky, and suddenly came up with an idea - let's go and leave Lu Town to go somewhere else. At this time, he still had something in his hand. Some money is enough to cross the river. In the meantime, Kong Yiji got on the boat and gave the money to the boatman. The boatman asked: "Where are we going?" "Whatever." Kong Yiji said. The boatman nodded and said: "Sit tight." The boat slowly rowed towards the center of the river, getting farther and farther away from Lu Town. The shadow of Lu Town gradually disappeared. At this time, Kong Yiji thought: Leaving Lu Town In Zhen, a place where everyone laughs at and ridicules him, he will have to start over again no matter where he goes. We can’t be like before: we want to be rich, but we can’t, and we don’t want to live the life of a poor person. When Kong Yiji was immersed in his longing for the rest of his life, the ship docked. At this time Kong Yiji came ashore.

Suddenly, there was a peach blossom forest in front of me. Within a few hundred steps on both sides of the bank, the flowers and trees were luxuriant, fragrant and beautiful, and the petals were falling one after another. At the end of the woods, there is a mountain. There is a small hole on the mountain, and there seems to be a light inside. He used his scarred hands to enter the cave. At first, the cave was very narrow, just enough for one person to pass through. After walking a few dozen steps, my eyes suddenly became brighter and clearer. The land is flat and wide, with neat houses, fertile fields, beautiful ponds, mulberry trees and bamboo forests. Walking on the small roads that intersect with each other, the sounds of chickens crowing and dogs barking in the village can be heard clearly from each other. The men and women walking and farming inside are all dressed differently from those outside. Both the elderly and children are happy. When they saw Kong Yiji, they were very surprised and asked him where he came from. Kong Yiji answered them in detail. People in the village looked at Kong Yiji's clothes up and down and felt something different, so they asked Kong Yiji what the outside world was like. Kong Yiji told them that it was very chaotic outside now and begged people here to take him in. From then on, Kong Yiji lived a very happy life in Peach Blossom Spring. The people there were very kind to him, and he worked very hard. From then on, no one in Lu Town saw Kong Yiji again.

Kong Yiji may be dead by now, or he may not be dead yet, who knows.

2 "...After a while, after he finished drinking, he sat down and walked slowly away with his hands amidst the laughter of others."

The next few days God, Kong Yiji has been living in his extremely shabby thatched hut, which is worse than a garbage dump. He never went out because he no longer had any strength to walk with his hands. He cried day and night because he regretted that he had gone to Ding's house to steal books, and now he could only eat rotten grass to resist hunger. He didn't know anything about the world outside the house. Maybe it was better not to know than to know.

In the past few days, the short-shirted gang members in Xianheng Hotel have been talking about the Ding family. I heard that the book was missing from the Ding family again, but this time the person who stole the book was not caught. Ding Juren was very angry and ordered his servants to catch the book thief within three days, otherwise they would be severely punished.

The servants were very anxious. They didn’t even have a clue who stole the book, let alone within 3 days. When everyone was anxious, a servant had an idea. He expressed his idea and everyone agreed unanimously.

Soon, a few of them came to Kong Yiji’s house. They kicked the door open and walked in with a big show. When they saw Kong Yiji, they said to him: "You This book thief dares to steal even our master's books. Come with me!" Kong Yiji was startled and had no idea what was going on. However, he could only whisper: "Wait a minute, wait a minute... ..." But the servants ignored him, but lifted him up and went back to Ding's house. Several other servants had already written the defense for Kong Yiji. When they saw Kong Yiji, they took his hand and put a fingerprint on the defense to show that they admitted to stealing the book.

After all this was done, the servants invited Ding Juren and reported that the book thief had been caught. Ding Juren looked at Kong Yiji and cursed: "It's you bastard again. I interrupted you last time." I gave you an advantage, and now you're here to steal it, I think you're looking for death!" Only then did Kong Yiji realize that he had become the "scapegoat" and he couldn't move, so he didn't say anything to clarify. I heard Ding Juren scolding again: "Oh my! I'm talking to you, did you hear it?!" Kong Yiji heard it, but he didn't have the strength to react. Ding Juren got angry and said: "You bastard, what kind of attitude do you have?! Come here, give him a 50-pound stick and then drag him out to parade in the streets!" The servants did as they were told, but Kong Yiji was unable to resist. Afterwards, he was locked in a cage, with three characters "The Book Thief" hanging on his body, and a servant pulled the cage through the streets. Everyone stood on both sides of the street. They saw the ridiculous Kong Yiji in the cage. Everyone burst into laughter: the street was filled with happy air.

Kong Yiji cried silently in the cage. Gradually, Kong Yiji died in the joy of everyone...

3

Let’s say that Kong Yiji was the least glorious and the last time to "walk out of the Xianheng Hotel."

He heard the laughter of others, but he was already full of despair and sadness. He didn't know what supported his body. He moved forward bit by bit as numb as a corpse.

“Have you heard? Xiao Liuzi is..." I don't know whose voice was so loud and sharp. Kong Yiji was almost frightened. "Who is it? Who is joking? Is he talking about me? "Kong Yiji thought of this, and his whole body was agitated.

I have no enmity with anyone, why should you talk about me? Then, why is that voice so familiar? Could it be...him? Kong Yiji thought His legs were broken, and the fear in his heart was indescribable. He was able to "walk" at an alarming speed for a long time despite being hungry and cold. He was panicked and confused, and his mind went blank. There was only one word in his mind: escape.

Finally, he leaned upright under a big bare tree.

Kong Yiji's face was dark and thin. Always with a look of fear. He was very tired and closed his eyes to rest. Suddenly, he heard the sound of horse hooves. They were chasing him.

Kong Yiji opened his eyes. Looking forward, there was a vague impression of a carriage approaching. Kong Yiji wanted to run away, but he had no strength.

"Pa!" "Kong Yiji was startled and tried to open his eyes. He saw a small blue bag, maybe it was dropped by the driver just now1 - What was in it? Money, it must be money.

Kong Yiji's eyes suddenly lit up. Money is a good thing! So he reached out to hook it up - money! I owed the shopkeeper nineteen cents. If I don’t pay back, who do I think I am? What should I do if I’m rich? I’m going to pass the examination. Beat Ding Juren... At this time, his eyes widened. , said: "Is it still me, Kong Yiji, who did it? Am I still myself? "

In an instant, he felt countless pairs of Ding Juren eyes staring at him, crazy, treacherous, and cruel... He fell down and huddled tightly.

The next day, someone passed by and saw a strange picture: a strange man curled up in a ball. Not far away was the skull of another person, Bai Sensen, Bai Sensen.

Don't think it was a good scene. There was one person who was stunned and a poor old horse.

I think this was the only time and the last time that Kong Yiji received the most generous treatment.

4 It’s almost the end of the year, and the wind is getting cooler day by day. I have to put on a cotton-padded jacket, hold a hot pot all day long, and lean on the counter lonely, looking at an empty street. .

The counter is more or less covered with dust, but the shopkeeper’s abacus is still clean. The situation in the store is also getting colder, with only “Kong Yiji” on the pink board. "I owe nineteen cents" has not yet been erased.

Every time the shopkeeper finished adjusting the abacus, he would always look at the pink board in a daze, sighing heavily from time to time, and muttering in his mouth: You should never give it to him on credit!

On the sycamore tree outside the store, the remaining leaves disappeared in the cold wind. Winter days are short and cloudy, so the sky darkens very early, and it snows again. The snowflakes are as big as plum blossoms, flying all over the sky, mixed with mist and busy complexion, turning Lu Town into a mess.

After the twentieth day of the twelfth lunar month, Lu Town became busy. The shopkeeper also put a big red paper on the door of the shop, set up an incense table in the shop, filled it with sacrifices, and lit red candles. The shopkeeper kept kowtowing to the Bodhisattva on the incense table, without knowing what he was saying.

One afternoon, business was slow, and the shopkeeper just told me to close the shop. I wanted to take this opportunity to go inside to warm myself, but when I looked up, I saw Kong Yiji opposite. Among all the people in Lu Town, I can say that none has changed more than him: his gray beard has completely turned gray, with patches of snowflakes in it, his face is as thin as a corpse, and his face is bloodless and cracked. His lips make him look like a wooden sculpture; only his eyes move, which can still show that he is a living creature; the gown is gone, the cattail bag is also torn apart, and the only thing keeping him warm is a few loops of straw rope wrapped around his body; Holding a broken bowl - empty, messy and dirty hair that had been twisted into ropes scattered on his head, he looked like a crazy beggar: he was clearly a beggar.

It took him a long time to crawl over from across the counter, breathing hot breath from his mouth. After a short rest, he finally found five pennies from his chest and gave it to me with his cracked hands. His lips trembled slightly, and it took him a long time to say a subtle voice: "Warm... wine,... fennel... beans..."

After hearing the movement, the shopkeeper stuck his head out and asked in surprise : "Kong...Kong Yiji? You didn't...?" But it was New Year's Day after all, and the shopkeeper didn't say that unlucky word. He turned around and saw the pink board and shouted, "Nineteen dollars are still owed!" Kong Yiji's lips squirmed, but he never made a sound. When the shopkeeper saw me warming the wine, he shouted again: "There is no need to give away the wine, even if it costs four cents!... Do you want beans? They charge half the price, one cent for a plate, who makes me a good person and want to accumulate some virtue!"

Kong Yiji sat on the ground in a daze with his mouth open, looking straight at the shopkeeper. Until the harmonious "pop-pop" sound of picking beads sounded again from the next door. I secretly added more beans, bent down and handed them to him. His long fingernails were broken, and his hands were so cold that he could hardly hold the beans. Sometimes he would pick them up to his mouth, but his hands would tremble and they would fall away again. When he saw me looking at him, he ignored the fallen bean; when I turned around, he quickly snatched it into the dish, held it between his thumb and forefinger, and put it into his mouth. When I saw him again, he ignored it again and seemed to dismiss it. When I saw this, I wanted to laugh but couldn't.

After eating the beans, he climbed out again. Maybe this is how he crawls every day. He seems to have disappeared from people's memory. In his situation, even the most compassionate old ladies chanting Buddha's name no longer have any tears in their eyes. He may not necessarily know that his situation has been chewed and appreciated by people for a long time, and it has long since become a thing of the past, worthy only of boredom and boredom. At the urging of the shopkeeper, I closed the store door. Naturally, the shopkeeper couldn't forget to write on the pink board, "Kong Yiji, I owe fifteen cents."

It's the New Year, and firecrackers from far and near are going off, and I see the yellow lights as big as beans, Then the sound of popping firecrackers was heard again, and the shopkeeper celebrated the New Year with a smile. Thick clouds that made up the sound of the whole day, mixed with flying snowflakes, enveloped the whole town. At this moment of joy for the whole family, the forgotten tree outside the store snapped in the cold wind and was buried in the snow...

The next day, people discovered Kong Yiji corpse. His tattered jacket disappeared, and he collapsed on the roadside not far from the pawn shop with a few large coins in his hand. The shopkeeper and everyone couldn't stop cursing: "If you don't go early, you won't go later, but you go at this time, it's really unlucky..." "Disaster! New Year's Day is unlucky! Amitabha!" The shopkeeper also cursed. , and sighed again: "What a pity for my fifteen cents.

When he saw the few pennies in Kong Yiji's hand, he shouted again: "The few pennies in Kong Yiji's hand must be here to repay me, so I will accept them for the time being and rest assured that I will go to heaven to enjoy the ultimate happiness." ! "After that, he rolled up his sleeves, picked up the money with his fingernails, put it in his palm, weighed it, showed a smile, took out the Buddhist beads, chanted and left. Everyone also dispersed. Snow. Only his thin, black and cold zombie was left on the ground.

The firecrackers rang again, the sky flashed with yellow fire, and the sound of peeling was loud! Yiji slowly walked back to his "home" - a dilapidated ancestral hall covered with cobwebs. He leaned on the wall and felt that the things in front of him were shaking vaguely, thinking that he had been studying hard for half his life, but he fell into it. In such a situation, he could only lament that "a gentleman is poor." At this time, the sound of gongs and drums became louder and louder from a distance. , two messengers came in holding the big red news, and said loudly to Kong Yiji: "Congratulations, sir, the third place in the Zhejiang Provincial Examination, Jieyuan, the Beijing News has been listed in the Huangjia! "The boss of the Xianheng Hotel in the back brought two jars of "Zhuangyuanhong" and a table of wine and food that only patrons in long gowns could eat. Ding Juren also said with a smile on his face: "Brother Kong, congratulations! Congratulations! What happened a few days ago was a complete misunderstanding. If you don’t fight, you won’t get to know each other! I apologize to you, little brother. This one hundred taels of silver is still expected..." Some of the short-shirt gang lit firecrackers, which made a crackling sound, and some brought rice and chickens. Kong Yiji was ecstatic and moved with difficulty on the ground with both hands. He tried to pick up the list, but he couldn't pick it up. He stared at his eyes like dead fish and murmured: "Okay, I won!" ..." Kong Yiji breathed his last with a smile on his face. 6 The late autumn wind blew "whooshing", and the ground was as cold as iron. At this time, it was so cold on the street that even the dogs were too lazy to come out, quietly. , it looked very empty. After Kong Yiji staggered out of the store with his long and thin hands, he couldn't help but shiver. The little rice wine had been blown away by the north wind, and he felt cold and hungry. He was wearing a torn jacket with his legs crossed and a cattail bag underneath, hanging on his shoulders with a straw rope. His thin body was shaking involuntarily in the biting cold wind. The few pedestrians on the street saw Kong Yiji's body. They all looked interesting and stopped to watch. At this time, someone shouted: "Kong Yiji, you are not dead yet!" "The others burst into laughter again. Kong Yiji was no longer able to argue. He just gritted his teeth, dragged his legs, and moved forward with all his strength. Muddy old tears fell on his unkempt beard, tired as a bereaved dog. He was at the Xianheng Hotel He sat down on the back hill and couldn't hear the people's laughter. He looked at his calf, which was red and swollen and was as thick as a bowl. He cried sadly, with tears streaming down his face in the cold wind. Kong Yiji is like a bleak leaf that will fall at any time. 7. Stephen Chow's "Westward Journey" version Kong Yiji walked out with difficulty, moving little by little on the cold ground. The biting northwest wind blew out of his broken jacket. When he got in, he was shivering with cold. At this moment, Kong Yiji thought that having his legs broken while stealing was definitely a shameful thing, and it was even more shameful for a scholar to make a living by begging. He couldn't help but shed tears of regret. Said to himself: "Oh, there was once a beautiful life in front of me, but I didn't cherish it, and I didn't regret it until I lost it. If God gives me another chance. I will say, I will never be lazy! "But the opportunity will not come again, so Kong Yi has slowly climbed towards the wooden bridge outside the town..." Kong Yiji is probably dead. "The little guy thought.