Can you continue to write a reasonable story on the topic of "After Kong Yiji leaves the hotel"?

Kong Yiji drank half a bowl of yellow rice wine and left Xianheng Hotel. He moved slowly on the ground with his hands on his hands, and his eyes did not dare to lean to one side. Several urchins followed him, running and shouting. Kong Yiji just bowed their heads and ignored. After a while, the urchins got bored and dispersed separately. The cold wind is blowing, and the stone street in Luzhen is particularly quiet, only the shua shua sound caused by the friction between the Pubao and the stone slab under Kong Yiji can be heard. Occasionally, one or two pedestrians hurried past Kong Yiji, and no one looked at him.

Kong Yiji moved aimlessly, unconsciously out of town. The loess road leading to the countryside is covered with a thick layer of dust. Kong Yiji's hand sometimes just fell to the ground, and the "jump" raised the dust. His eyes were fascinated and he kept crying. But he didn't look back. He wants to go to the countryside to beg for a living.

In the evening, Kong Yiji came to a hill and saw a village in the distance. But he was too tired to move a step. The biting north wind is blowing tighter and tighter, the bare branches are swaying in the wind, and from time to time there are waves of harsh crows "croaking". Kong Yiji was a quiver, looked up at the gray cold sky, a puzzling feeling welled up in my mind. He looked around and found a small hut on the hillside not far away. The earth wall of the hut was crooked, and the thatch on the roof was blown down by the wind. Kong Yiji pushed open the door left unlocked and squeezed in. He wants to take refuge here for the time being.

The room is dark and damp, so you can't see anything when the door is closed. Through the light coming through the door, I struggled to pick up the straw scattered on the ground, piled it in the corner and lay on the haystack. After that, Kong Yiji's stomach growled with hunger, and he didn't even have the strength to open his eyes. His whole body seems to be falling apart, probably because he is too tired. Before long, he fell asleep in a daze

I don't know how long it took, but Kong Yiji's eyes suddenly flashed with golden light, slowly floated up, floated out of the hut and landed in a chic little garden. He is no longer a tattered jacket, but a luxurious coat. He stroked his neatly combed beard and couldn't help laughing.

In a trance, Kong Yiji returned to Luzhen and came to Xianheng Hotel. He walked around with his hand behind his back and glanced at the shopkeeper out of the corner of his eye. The shopkeeper recognized Kong Yiji at a glance, trotted out and bowed his back in fear: "Greet my master. Please come in and sit down. " Kong Yiji said nothing, held his head high, put his hands behind his back, and slowly strolled in, followed by his entourage.

Kong Yiji sat down, and the shopkeeper quickly wiped the table with a rag himself. Hot wine for a while, cooking for a while, and pouring wine from time to time. Kong Yiji held out three fingers, made a toast to vanity, and finally a smile appeared on his lips. ...

The cold wind roared, as if singing an elegy for Kong Yiji.

"... in a short time, after he finished drinking, he sat and walked slowly with this hand in the laughter of others. "

For the next few days, Kong Yiji spent all his time in his shabby hut, which was worse than a garbage dump. He hasn't been out because he has no strength to walk with his hands. He cried day and night, because he regretted stealing Ding's book, so now he can only eat some rotten grass to satisfy his hunger. He knows nothing about the outside world. Maybe it's better not to know

These days, the shorts of Xianheng Hotel are talking about Ding Gu. It is said that Ding Jia lost the book again, but this time he didn't catch the book thief. Ding was very angry and ordered his servants to catch the book thief within three days, otherwise they would be severely punished.

Those people are anxious. We don't even have a clue who stole the book, let alone within three days. Just as everyone was in a hurry, a servant had an idea. He said his idea and everyone agreed.

Soon, some of them came to Kong Yiji's home. They kicked the door open and swaggered in When they met Kong Yiji, they said to him, "You book thief, you dare to steal even our grandfather's books. Come, come with me! " Kong Yiji got a fright and had no idea what had happened. However, he could only whisper, "Wait a minute, wait a minute …" But the servants ignored him, helped him up and went back to Dingfu. Several other servants have already written a reply for Kong Yiji. When they saw Kong Yiji, they picked up his hand and put their handprints on the defense to show that they admitted stealing the book. When it was over, the servants invited Ding to report that the book thief had been caught. Ding Juren looked at Kong Yiji and scolded, "You bastard again. Last time I broke your leg, it was cheap. Now you're stealing again. I think you are looking for death! " Kong Yiji realized that he had become a "scapegoat" and he couldn't move, so he didn't speak to clarify. I heard Ding cursing again: "Ah! I'm talking to you. Did you hear that? ! "Kong Yiji heard this, but he didn't have the strength to make any response. Ding Juren was angry and said, "What's your attitude, you smelly guy? ! Somebody, hit him with a 50-pound stick and drag him out to swim the streets! " The servants did, but Kong Yiji was powerless to resist. After that, he was locked in a cage, with three characters of "book thief" hanging on his body, and a servant dragged the cage around the street. Everyone stood on both sides of the street. When they saw Kong Yiji in the cage, they all laughed: the street was full of happy air.

While Kong Yiji silently shed tears in the cage. Gradually, Kong Yiji died in the joy of everyone. ...