A Guide to Rehabilitation of Broken Love in the Cultivation World

Chapter 25

After the brother whose name I didn't know left, I threw all my luggage into the small room on the side of the main hall.

That place is specially prepared for those who keep the ancestral hall.

Probably because they feel that the main hall has been repaired magnificently, and the supporting facilities next to it are not too shabby.Therefore, this hut is much larger than the place where I lived before, and there is also a place where I can make a fire and cook.

I even found some Lingmi and bacon in the kitchen, which solved my problem of eating for the next ten days, and as long as I can get through this month, my mother will take the next month's food. The living expenses were sent to me.

I simply cooked some white porridge, cut two slices of bacon into the pot, and casually dealt with breakfast. Then, as the unknown brother said, I picked up a broom and a rag and roughly cleaned up the ancestral hall.

After finishing all this, it was just past noon.

But in my eyes the day is over.

I fell into that state of idleness and listlessness again.

Although I didn't close my eyes last night, I still don't feel sleepy at the moment.

Reason tells me that I shouldn't allow myself to immerse myself in all kinds of harmful emotions, but the truth is that it is difficult for me to break free.

In the past, I have also encountered many sad moments, those things that made me pray that they would never happen, the embarrassing moments that are deeply impressed... I will also be depressed, regret and blame myself, and keep replaying them in my mind. Play, over and over, over and over, in a constant loop.

But no matter how bad I feel on that day, exhausted, pierced by arrows, by the time the sun rises again and I open my eyes the next day, my mood will be better to varying degrees.

Because a new day has come and I know I can get back on the road and leave those regrets and setbacks behind.

I would take a deep breath and say to myself, hey, take it easy, it's no use thinking about it now, we should focus on what's going to happen next, things that can be changed, from the mistakes we made before Take lessons, keep improving, get better, and everything will be fine again.

If there really are so-called gods and Buddhas in the unknown void above our heads, or some omnipotent great existence, then when he created human beings, he endowed us with the most miraculous and inconceivable abilities There is no doubt that it must be self-healing.

Not just physical self-healing, but also spiritual self-healing.

It is precisely because of the existence of this self-healing ability that we can quickly recover from repeated blows and setbacks, regain our strength, and regroup, so that we will not stand still and be immersed in depression forever.

But at this moment, I don't know which link has gone wrong, and my self-healing mechanism seems to have stopped working.

Two days have passed, and I haven't felt the slightest improvement, and I don't see the possibility of any improvement in the future.

It's like being stuck somewhere.

Difficult to move, difficult to get out.

I don't think I'll ever get better again.

Until now, I still can't fully accept the reality that I have lost Susu. I refuse to look forward, and I can't find a way to turn back.Can only keep spinning in place.

I just squatted on the stone steps in front of the main hall, from noon to night, watching the sun go down again with my own eyes, the afterglow in the forest reminded me that the second day after breaking up in love was about to pass.

Although I don't have much appetite, I still plan to go to the kitchen to make a bowl of porridge left in the morning.

But as soon as I got up, I fell backward involuntarily, and sat down on the ground.

For a split second I thought I was suffering from some incurable disease from excess heartbreak.

But he quickly reacted again.

I just squatted for too long, and my legs became numb without knowing it.

(End of this chapter)