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续写孔乙己后传（After his writing） Kong Yiji finished his drink, in the crowd in laughter, quietly with the thin like bamboo like hand rub, slowly, some naughty boys behind him, while laughing, while stone throwing him, his mouth shouted: a thief! Thief! Kong Yiji nose acid, tears can not help from the muddy gray eyes overflowed, wrinkled face kept twitching, he did not look up, just muttering: non thief, stealing, stealing or not...... The child followed for a while, bored and dispersed. It was freezing cold, the wind blows the stone on the road leaves, sick of Kong Yijis hair like straw and matted with a grey beard, the street is very quiet, only the sign outside the shop on both sides, under the guise of the cold wind under the tilt snapped, occasionally there are one or two pedestrians from Kong Yiji rushed, look did not look at him a glance. Overcast, pressure is very low, lead color clouds seemed to be engulfed the entire world, alas, winter weather always makes people feel sad. Kong Yiji walked aimlessly through his hands without any purpose. He walked out of Lu town unconsciously. Where should I go? Where can I get my shelter? His hand rub on the uneven road of loess, a hand is painful, hands are covered with dirt, red and swollen, Oh, how I would come to this? Reading in life, in order to obtain fame, but also had to beg for a living, alas...... Kong Yiji sighed deeply. Go to a place where no one knows me, maybe....... At dusk, Kong Yiji touched a strange village, the whole village to close the door, no smoke, no chickens and dogs, no voice, like a big tomb, eaves messy broken grass in the cold wind shaking. His beard and hair covered with dust, shabby jacket and torn several hole, cold wind straight drill, he shivered with cold, numb hands. Hes calceolarias and ground friction rustling. Occasionally, the dark wood out of a head, not so that his chapped lips quiver, wooden door bang and mercilessly shut. Kong Yiji sadly bowed, how much he wanted to drink a bowl of