Kong Yiji moved aimlessly and left Luzhen unconsciously. 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 with a "jump", it raised the dust. His eyes were fascinated and he couldn't stop crying. But he doesn't look back. He wants to go to the countryside and beg for a living.
In the evening, Kong Yiji bumped into a small hill and vaguely saw a village in the distance. But he was too exhausted to move a step. The bitter 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" cries. 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 falling wildly after the wind blew. Kong Yiji struggled to push open the door left unlocked and squeezed in. He wants to take shelter here for the time being.
the room is dark and damp, so once the door is closed, you can't see anything. Through the light from the crack of the door, I struggled to pick up the straw scattered on the ground, piled it in the corner and lay on the haystack. After this, Kong Yiji's stomach growled with hunger, and he didn't even have the strength to open his eyes. His whole body seemed to fall apart, probably because he was 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 top 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 hands behind his back and glanced at the shopkeeper from the corner of his eye. The shopkeeper recognized Kong Yiji at a glance and trotted out, hunched in fear: "Greet my master. Please come in and sit down. " Kong Yiji didn't speak, head held high, hands behind his back, slowly strolled in, followed by his entourage.
As soon as Kong Yiji sat down, the shopkeeper quickly wiped the table with a rag. Hot wine for a while, cooking for a while, and filling wine from time to time. Kong Yiji held out three fingers, made a glass to the vanity, and finally smiled at the corners of his mouth ...
The cold wind wailed, as if singing an elegy for Kong Yiji.
It is said that after Kong Yiji drank the last bowl of wine, he paid for the wine and walked out of the hotel with his hands supporting him. He walked in the empty street of Jiuzhen, and saw only a few people running in the street, as if they were going home, but Kong Yiji had no place to go. Kong Yiji walked to the river pier in Luzhen. He looked at the green river and the sky, and suddenly came up with an idea-go, leave Luzhen and go somewhere else. At this time, he still had 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 center 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, he would turn over a new leaf wherever he went. You can't be like before: you want to be rich, but you can't, and 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, there was a peach blossom forest. Within a few hundred steps on both banks, the flowers were lush, fragrant and beautiful, and the petals were falling. 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 entered the cave with his scarred hands. At first, the cave was very narrow, just enough for one person to pass through. After taking dozens of steps, my eyes suddenly opened up and became clear. The land is flat and wide, the houses are neat, there are fertile fields, beautiful ponds, and mulberry bamboo forests. Walking on the path that day, we were intertwined, and the sounds of chickens and dogs barking in the village could be clearly heard by each other. The men and women who walk and farm inside are all dressed differently from the people outside. Both the elderly and children are happy. When they met Kong Yiji, they were very surprised and asked where he came from. Kong Yiji answered them in detail. People in the village looked up and down at Kong Yiji's clothes and felt a different feeling. They asked what the outside world was like in Kong Yiji. Kong Yiji told them that it was a mess outside now and begged people here to take him in. After that, Kong Yiji lived a very happy life in Taohuayuan. The people there were very kind to him, and he worked very hard. Since then, people in Luzhen have never seen Kong Yiji again.
Kong Yiji may or may not be dead by now, who knows.
"... after a while, he finished drinking, and then 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 books from Ding's house, so now he can only fight hunger by eating some rotten grass. He doesn't know anything about the outside world. Maybe it's better not to know.
These days, the short coat gang in Xianheng Hotel are talking about the Ding family. It's said that Ding Jia has lost his book again, but this time he didn't catch the person who stole it. Ding Juren was very angry and ordered his servants to catch the book thief within three days, otherwise, they would be severely punished.
those people are in a hurry. We don't even have a clue who stole the book, let alone within three days. Just when everyone was in a hurry, a servant had an idea. He said his idea and everyone agreed.
Before long, some of them came to Kong Yiji's house. They kicked the door open and swaggered in. When they saw Kong Yiji, they said to him, "You book thief dare to steal even our master's books. Come on, come with me!" Kong Yiji was startled and didn't know what had happened at all. However, he could only whisper, "Wait a minute, wait a minute …" But the servants ignored him and lifted him up and went back to Dingfu. Several other servants had already helped Kong Yiji to write a defense. When they saw Kong Yiji, they picked up his hand and put a handprint on the defense to show that they had admitted stealing books. When 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 scolded: "You bastard again. Last time I broke your leg, it was cheap. Now you are 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 Juren cursing again: "Ah! I'm talking to you. Do you hear me? ！” Kong Yiji heard it, but he didn't have the strength to make any response. Ding Juren was angry and said, "What kind of attitude are you, you rotten guy? ! Somebody, hit him with a 5-heavy stick, and then pull him out to parade! " The servants did as they were told, 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 burst into laughter: the street was full of happy air.
Kong Yiji was crying silently in the cage. Gradually, Kong Yiji died in the joy of everyone ...
Let's talk about Kong Yiji's most unattractive and last "walk" out of Xianheng Hotel.
He heard the laughter of others, but he was already filled with 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 who's voice is so loud, so sharp. Almost scared Kong Yiji. "Who is it, who is joking? Is he talking about me? " Kong Yiji thought of here, and a tingle.
I have nothing against anyone. Why do you want to talk about me? That, that voice how so familiar? Don't, don't ... He? Kong Yiji thought of his broken legs, and the fear in his heart was indescribable. He was able to "walk" for a long time at an amazing speed in the case of hunger and cold. He panicked, lost his mind, and there was only one word in his heart: escape.
finally, he leans up straight under a big bare tree.
it's windy again. 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! They're coming!
Kong Yiji looked ahead with wide eyes, vaguely showing the carriage coming. Kong Yiji wants to escape, but how can he have the strength? He closed his eyes.
"pa!" Kong Yiji was startled and tried to open his eyes. He saw a small blue pocket, which may have been dropped by the driver just now. Money, right? It must be money.
Kong Yiji's eyes suddenly lit up. Money, but a good thing! So he tried to reach out and hook.
-money! I owe the shopkeeper nineteen pence, and I promised to pay it back. Don't also, others take me Kong Yiji when what person? What should I do if I have money? Take an examination of people. What about being admitted to juren? Hit, hit Ding Juren, Ding Juren ... At this moment, his eyes widened and he said, "Is that still my Kong Yiji?" Am I still myself? "
In a flash, he only felt countless pairs of eyes staring at him, crazy, treacherous and cruel ... He fell down and clung to the cricket.
The next day, someone passed by and saw a strange picture: a strange man, huddled with crickets. There is another person's skull not far from hand, Bai Sensen and Bai Sensen.
don't think that's a good picture. There was a man who was stunned at that time, plus a poor old horse.
I think this is the most generous treatment Kong Yiji has ever received.
It's getting colder and colder every day. I also have to put on my cotton-padded jacket, hold the hot pot bored all day, lean against the counter lonely and look at an empty street.
The counter is covered with dust more or less, but the abacus of the shopkeeper is still clean. The situation in the shop is like this cold wind, and it is getting worse every day. On the chalk board, only "Kong Yiji owes nineteen pence" has not been erased.
When the shopkeeper finishes dialing the abacus, he always stares at the powder board and sighs heavily from time to time, muttering: Never give him credit!
On the buttonwood tree outside the store, those few residual leaves disappeared in the cold wind. The days in winter are short and cloudy, so it gets dark very early, and it starts to snow again. Snowflakes are as big as plum blossoms, flying all over the sky, with haze and busy look, making Luzhen a mess.
after the twentieth day of the twelfth lunar month, the town of Lu was busy. The shopkeeper also put red paper on the door of the shop, set up a table sweetmeats in the shop, filled with sacrifices and lit red candles. The shopkeeper kept kowtowing to the bodhisattva on the table sweetmeats, and he didn't know what to read.
One afternoon, when business was bad, the shopkeeper just told me to close the door, and I wanted to take this opportunity to go into the house to keep warm, but I looked up and saw Kong Yiji opposite. Of all the people in Luzhen this time, I have changed more than him: the gray beard is all gray, with patches of snowflakes between it, the face is thin like a dead body, and the cracked lips are bloodless, making him look like a woodcarving; Only his eyes turn, which can also indicate that he is a living creature; The gown is gone, and the Pubao is also torn apart. The only thing that keeps warm is only a few circles of straw rope wrapped around the body; There is a broken bowl on his lap-empty, messy and dirty hair that has been twisted into a rope and scattered on his head, much like a crazy beggar: he is obviously a beggar.
He spent a long time crawling across the counter, his mouth was full of hot air. After a short rest, he finally found five pence from his chest and held it to me with a cracked hand. His lips trembled slightly, and it took him a long time to dig out a slight voice: "Wen … wine, …… fennel … beans ……"
After listening to the movement, the shopkeeper poked his head out and asked in surprise: "Kong … Kong Yiji? You didn't ...? " But after all, it was New Year's Day, 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 creep, but never make any noise. The shopkeeper saw that I was warming the wine, and shouted, "Don't give me the wine, even if I still have four articles!" ..... beans? Half price, one article and one 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 of dialing beads. 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, when he reached his mouth, his hands trembled and rolled away. When he saw that I was looking at him, he ignored the dropped bean; As soon as I turned around, he quickly grabbed it into the dish, held it between his thumb and forefinger, and put it in his mouth. When I saw him again, he ignored it again and seemed to despise 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 crawls every day. He seems to have disappeared from people's memory. In his situation, even the most merciful old ladies who read Buddha no longer have a little tear in their 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 can't forget to write "Kong Yiji, I owe fifteen pence" on the chalk board.
during the Chinese New Year, firecrackers rang from far and near, and I saw the yellow light as big as a bean, and then I heard the firecrackers peeled off and peeled off, and the shopkeeper smiled and celebrated the Chinese New Year. The thick clouds that synthesized the sound of a day, and the snowflakes that fluttered around, enveloped the whole town. At this happy moment 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 found Kong Yiji's body. His ragged 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 the others kept cursing: "It's bad luck to go at this time if you don't go early or late ..." "What a disaster! It's unlucky on New Year's Day! Amitabha! " The shopkeeper scolded and scolded, then sighed, "It's a pity that I lost my fifteen pence." When he saw a few pennies in Kong Yiji's hand, he shouted again, "These pennies must have come to return to me. I'll take them for the time being, so that I can enjoy the bliss in heaven!" Then he smoothed up his sleeves, picked up the money with his nails, put it in his palm, hesitated, revealed a smile, touched out the beads, and read away. They also dispersed in a hubbub. Only his thin, black and cold zombie was left in the snow.
firecrackers