苏教版八年级（下）孔已己1-ppt 苏教版PPT课件.pptVIP

Kung I-chi was very good company, but we got along all right without him too. One day, a few days before the Mid-Autumn Festival, the tavern keeper was laboriously making out his accounts. Taking down the board from the wall, he suddenly said: Kung I-chi hasnt been in for a long time. He still owes nineteen coppers! That made me realize how long it was since we had seen him. How could he come? one of the customers said. His legs were broken in that last beating. Ah! He was stealing again. This time he was fool enough to steal from Mr. Ting, the provincial scholar! As if anybody could get away with that! What then? What then? First he had to write a confession, then he was beaten. The beating lasted nearly all night, until his legs were broken. And then? Well, his legs were broken. Yes, but after that? After? . Who knows? He may be dead. The tavern keeper did not pursue his questions, but went on slowly making up his accounts. After the Mid-Autumn Festival the wind grew colder every day, as winter came on. Even though I spent all my time by the stove, I had to wear my padded jacket. One afternoon, when the shop was empty, I was sitting with my eyes closed when I heard a voice: Warm a bowl of wine. The voice was very low, yet familiar. But when I looked up, there was no one in sight. I stood up and looked towards the door, and there, facing the threshold, beneath the counter, sat Kung I-chi. His face was haggard and lean, and he looked in a terrible condition. He had on a ragged lined jacket, and was sitting cross-legged on a mat which was attached to his shoulders by a straw rope. When he saw me, he repeated: Warm a bowl of wine. At this point my employer leaned over the counter and said: Is that Kung I-chi? You still owe nineteen coppers! That . Ill settle next time, replied Kung, looking up disconsolately. Heres ready money; the wine must be good. The tavern keeper, just as in the past, chuckled and said: Kung I-chi, youve been stealing again! But instead of protes