On the Continuation of Kong Yiji in Lu Xun's Scream.

Only "Kong Yiji" is still going on, and I hope to adopt it: Kong Yiji left Xianheng Hotel after drinking half a bowl of yellow wine, and his hands moved slowly on the ground, but his eyes did not dare to squint. 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.

Kong Yiji drank the last bowl of wine, paid the money and walked out of the hotel with his hands behind his back. He walked in the empty street of Jiuzhen, and saw only a few people running in the street, as if to go home, but Kong Yiji had nowhere to go. Kong Yiji walked to the river pier in Luzhen. Looking at the green river and sky, he suddenly had an idea-go, leave Luzhen and go somewhere else. At this time, he still has some money in his hand, enough to cross the river. Suddenly Kong Yiji got on the boat and gave the money to the boatman. The boatman asked, "Where are you going?" "Whatever." Kong Yiji said. The boatman nodded and said, "Sit tight." The boat slowly rowed to the middle of the river, getting farther and farther away from Luzhen, and the shadow of Luzhen gradually disappeared. At this time, Kong Yiji thought: After leaving Luzhen, a place where everyone laughed and satirized him, wherever he went, he would turn over a new leaf. You can't be like before: you want to be rich, but you can't, you don't want to live a poor life. When Kong Yiji was immersed in the longing for the rest of his life, the ship landed. At this time, Kong Yiji went ashore.

Suddenly, a peach blossom forest appeared in front of me. Within a few hundred steps on both sides, the flower trees are lush, fragrant and beautiful, and the petals fall one after another. At the end of the forest, there is a mountain. There is a small hole in the mountain, and there seems to be light in it. He walked into the cave with scarred hands. At first, the cave was very narrow, only enough for one person to pass through. After taking dozens of steps, my eyes suddenly opened up. The land is flat and wide, the houses are clean and tidy, there are fertile fields, beautiful ponds and mulberry forests. Walking on the path that day, we were entangled, and the barking of chickens and dogs in the village could be clearly heard by each other. The men and women who walk and farm inside are dressed differently from the people outside. The old man and the children are very happy. When they met Kong Yiji, they were very surprised and asked him where he came from. Kong Yiji answered them in detail. People in the village eyed Kong Yiji's clothes up and down, feeling different feelings. They asked what the outside world was like in Kong Yiji. Kong Yiji told them that it was a mess outside now, and asked people here to take him in. After that, Kong Yiji lived a very happy life in Taohuayuan. The people there are very kind to him and he works very hard. Since then, people in Luzhen have never seen Kong Yiji again.

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

"... 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. ...

Let's talk about the most beautiful time in Kong Yiji, and finally "walk out" of Xianheng Hotel.

He heard the laughter of others, but he was full of despair and sadness. What supports his body? He doesn't know. He was as numb as a dead body and moved forward bit by bit.

"Have you heard? Small six son is ... "I don't know whose voice is so loud, so sharp. Almost scared Kong Yiji. "Who is it, who's kidding? Is he talking about me? " Kong Yiji thought of here, and a tingle.

I have nothing against others. Why are you talking about me? Then, why is that voice so familiar? No, no ... What? Kong Yiji thought of his broken leg, and the fear in his heart was indescribable. He can "walk" for a long time at an amazing speed when he is hungry and cold. He panicked and lost his mind. There was only one word in his heart: escape.

Finally, he leaned straight against a big bare tree.

It's windy. Kong Yiji's black and thin face always has a look of fear. He is very tired, close his eyes and rest. Suddenly, he heard the sound of hooves.

-It's a carriage, a carriage! They! Here they come!

Kong Yiji stared at the front and vaguely saw the carriage coming. Kong Yiji tried to escape, but how could he have the strength? He closed his eyes.

"pa!" Kong Yiji got a fright and tried to open his eyes. He saw a small blue pocket, which may have been dropped by the driver just now. 1- What's in it? Money, right? It must be money.

Kong Yiji's eyes suddenly lit up. Money is a good thing! So he tried to reach out and hook.

Money! I owe the shopkeeper 19 pence, and I promise to pay it back. Don't give it back. Who do people take me Kong Yiji for? What should I do if I have money? Test people. What about being admitted to juren? Smash, smash, smash ... At this moment, he opened his eyes wide and said, "Is that still my Kong Yiji?" Am I still myself? "

In a flash, he only felt that countless pairs of eyes were staring at him, crazy, treacherous and cruel ... he crouched down and huddled tightly.

The next day, someone passed by and saw a strange picture: a strange man, crowded together. There is another person's skull not far from the hand, Bai Sensen and Bai Sensen.

Don't think that's a good photo. At that time, a man was stunned, plus a poor old horse.

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

The year is approaching, and the wind is getting colder every day. I also want to put on a cotton-padded jacket, hold the hot pot bored all day, lean against the counter alone and look at the empty street.

The counter is more or less dusty, but the shopkeeper's abacus is still clean. The situation in the shop is like this cold wind, which gets worse every day. On the chalk board, only "Kong Yiji owes nineteen pence" has not been erased.

Every time the shopkeeper dials the abacus, he always stares at the powder board, sighs heavily from time to time and mutters to himself: Never give him credit!

On the buttonwood tree outside the shop, those residual leaves disappeared in the cold wind. In winter, the days are short and cloudy, so it gets dark early and it begins to snow again. Snowflakes are as big as plum blossoms, flying all over the sky, full of gloom and busyness, making Luzhen a mess.

After the twentieth day of the twelfth lunar month, the town of Lu was full of excitement. The shopkeeper also put red paper on the door of the shop, set up an incense table in the shop, filled with sacrifices and lit red candles. The shopkeeper kept kowtowing to the bodhisattva on the incense table, not knowing what to read.

One afternoon, when business was bad, the shopkeeper just told me to close the door, so I wanted to take this opportunity to go in and keep warm. However, I looked up and saw the opposite Kong Yiji. This time, among all the people in Luzhen, I have changed more than him: the gray beard is all gray, with patches of snowflakes in the middle, my face is as thin as a dead body, and my chapped lips are bloodless, making him look like a woodcarving; Only when his eyes turn can he be a living thing. The gown is gone, and the bag is torn. The only thing that keeps you warm is a few laps of straw rope wrapped around your body; There is a broken bowl on his leg-empty, messy and dirty hair has been twisted into a rope and scattered on his head, much like a crazy beggar: he is obviously a beggar.

It took him a long time to climb over the counter, full of hot air, and after a short rest, he finally found five pence from his chest and held it to me with his chapped hands. His lips trembled slightly, and it took a long time to dig out a slight voice: "Wen … wine, … fennel … beans …"

After listening to the movement, the shopkeeper leaned out and asked in surprise, "Kong ... Kong Yiji? You didn't ... "But after all, it's the New Year, and the shopkeeper didn't say that unlucky word. He looked back at the chalk board and shouted, "Nineteen dollars are still owed!" Kong Yiji lips peristalsis, but never make any noise. When the shopkeeper saw me warming wine, he roared, "Don't give me wine, even if I still have four!" " ..... beans? Half price, a penny and a dish, who let me be a good person, to accumulate some virtue! "

Kong Yiji sat on the ground with his mouth open, staring straight at the shopkeeper. Until the next door sounded a harmonious "snapping" sound. I secretly added more beans and bent down to give them to him. His long fingernails were broken, and his hands were so cold that he could hardly catch beans. Sometimes, when he reached his mouth, his hand trembled and rolled away. When he saw me looking at him, he ignored the fallen beans; As soon as I turned around, he grabbed it on the plate, held it between his thumb and forefinger and put it in his mouth. Seeing him again, he ignored it again, as if he despised it. When I saw it, I wanted to laugh but I couldn't.

After eating the beans, he climbed out again. Maybe that's how he climbs every day. He seems to have disappeared from people's memory. In his case, even the most compassionate old lady who reads Buddha no longer has a tear in her eyes. He may not know that his situation has been chewed and appreciated for a long time, and it has already become a thing of the past, which is only worth being bored and bored. At the urging of the shopkeeper, I closed the shop door. The shopkeeper couldn't forget to write "Kong Yiji, I owe fifteen pence" on the chalk board.

During the Chinese New Year, firecrackers sounded from far and near, seeing the yellow light as big as beans, and then hearing the firecrackers peeling off. The shopkeeper also smiled for the New Year. Thick clouds that synthesized the sound of the whole day, and snowflakes fluttering around, enveloped the whole town. At this happy moment for the whole family, the forgotten tree outside the store was broken in the cold wind and buried in the snow. ...

The next day, people found Kong Yiji's body. His broken jacket was gone, and he fell on the side of the road not far from the pawnshop with a few pennies in his hand. The shopkeeper and everyone kept cursing: "It's bad luck to go at this time, neither too early nor too late ..." "What a disaster! It's unlucky on New Year's Day! Amitabha! " The shopkeeper scolded and scolded, and then sighed, "It's a pity that I lost my fifteen pence." When he saw some pennies in Kong Yiji's hand, he shouted again, "These pennies must be returned to me. I will accept them for the time being, so that I can enjoy the bliss of heaven! " Then he rolled up his sleeves, picked up the money with his nails, put it in his palm, hesitated, smiled, touched the beads and read it. They also dispersed in a hubbub. Only his thin, dark and cold zombie was left in the snow.

Firecrackers rang again, the sky flashed with yellow fire, and Ba Bi's voice was loud!