The death of Kong Yiji

When Kong Yiji left the Xianfeng Hotel for the last time, he never appeared in Luzhen, because he passed through and passed through today's society.

So, next to a certain road at the end of a certain month, sitting on a tall, white-faced man, wearing a broken folder, with his legs crossed, with a pouch underneath, hanging on the shoulder with a straw rope. live. This person is Kong Yiji.

At this time, it was just a big summer. The hole under the sun was hot and sweaty, but he was sitting in the same place for a long time and would not take off his broken folder.

"How can a scholar can undress in the city?" He muttered and wiped his face with a muddy hand. His face immediately felt like a layer of cement.

Kong Yi has struggled straight up to look around. The old man with his neck stretched, his throat could not make a sound because of thirst. He is looking for a place to drink water.

Finally, he saw the small river behind the trees across the road.

He tried to hold up the weight of his body with his hands, and his eyes eagerly climbed across the road.

"Who is this?" A crisp female voice rang in the dull air, scaring Kong Yiji to keep her face away.

Kong Yiji twitched his sleeve and wiped his face in a hurry. When he turned his face, he changed his expression - a dirty face and a calm face.

The girl in front of Kong Yiji was about sixteen or seven years old. She was holding a parasol, wearing a cool summer dress, painting heavy makeup, and holding a bag of strange and colorful colors in her hand, like going to the appointment.

The girl stared at Kong Yiji for a long time. Finally, she seemed to understand, she asked: "Kong Yiji?"

Kong Yi looked at her in confusion and nodded.

"You steal something?"

Kong Yiji looked awkward, and the heat flow in the air seemed to become a thick liquid that wet his throat. He tried to make the scorpion move, and then it could make a sound, but the sound was very low and hoarse.

"Not... stealing, yes..."

"'Stealing' is also stealing, I have read books."

Kong Yiji slammed his head down on the flat, hot ground and did not speak.

The girl put her hands in the waist and put on a serious expression and said, "Do you know what caused your tragic fate? It is a decaying social system and the imperial examination system. You are poisoned too deeply! I am very sympathetic to you, but I am even more angry with your disappointment. Why do you want to waste your youth in the imperial examinations? You see that you have been studying for a long time, and what is the end of the game?"

The girl finished her breath, then looked up and looked around, and looked at Kong Yiji, who was bowing to her face. The two of them were deadlocked for a few minutes, and the girl finally couldn’t help but open her mouth: "Uncle, how long have you been sitting here? Is it hard to shoot "Kong Yiji" on a hot day? But why didn't I see it? What about the camera? Where are your directors? Don’t delete them just now...”

Kong Yiji could no longer sit still. He used his hands to hold the ground and moved his body. He tried hard to say: "Water!"

Unfortunately, the voice was small and hoarse, and the girl could not hear.

Kong Yiji hurriedly pointed to his mouth. "Water!" He whispered again, but the voice was smaller.

"What, what to eat? It turned out to be awkward! I said early, it hurts me to stand in the sun for so long, it will kill people! Oh, I thought I had the chance to be on the mirror. In this year, I have been playing with creativity. You Kong Yi has been dressed too level!"

Speaking, the girl took out the ten-dollar bill from the bag and threw it in front of Kong Yiji: "I am a caring and compassionate person!" Then she went back without looking back.

Kong Yiji did not pay attention to the banknote. He climbed hard to the small river across the road.

Suddenly, a large truck rushed over the road, screaming and slamming into the hole with the brakes. In the next second, Kong Yiji’s body was like a light celestial body being hit by a small river. His long, white scorpion was immersed in the flowing river, and he was madly picking up nutrients like a hungry grass. At this moment, his frontal sore mouth is like an open valve, and the bright red blood is lost like running water.

His life is madly flowing like a flowing water.

Kong Yiji is indeed dead.

Sichuan Suining Experimental High School Third Day: Huang Wei