A Guide to Rehabilitation of Broken Love in the Cultivation World

Chapter 33
Perhaps because of the sympathy for each other, I finally brought the rice thief back to my hut.

He made a simple nest for her in the corner of the wall with thatch, and took a piece of crispy honey food from this offering, broke it into pieces and put it in front of her with clear water.

However, when I got up to check the next morning, I found that the bowl of water and the crispy sweets in the plate were not missing at all.

The rice thief was still as motionless as Sheng Wukelian.

I didn't persuade her either. After all, we are different from humans and beasts, so it doesn't matter what I say.

And even without a language barrier, it is never possible for one person to fully empathize with another's suffering.

Just like the rice thief couldn't understand what losing Susu meant to me, I also couldn't understand what she was thinking when she saw that couple.

All I can do is retrieve her, prevent her from being eaten by other beasts, and give her some of what little food I have left.

I don't know if she can hold on.

I myself am a mud bodhisattva crossing the river, and it is difficult to protect myself, and it is also difficult to care about the fate of others.

Anyway, if she really wants to die, then after she dies, I will dig a hole behind the ancestral hall and bury her, and let her rub some incense in the ancestral hall.

After I made up my mind, I didn't care about her anymore. I just changed her water and food regularly, and then I turned my attention back to myself.

I think I must be a little sick, and probably not very sick.

From the previous simple auditory hallucinations to the current hysteria.

The main symptom was that I began to feel that Susu hadn’t left me, she was still by my side. I was surprised when she jumped out of the forest that afternoon, and then I stole the new offering , Susu stood at the door and watched me...

It’s okay if it’s just like this. Sometimes some daydreams really confuse me. For example, Susu sees that I’m thirsty, so she pours water for me and asks me to drink it. During the time, I was not sure whether I drank water or not.

In severe cases, it is really difficult for me to distinguish between reality and delusion.

Because now the gentle Susu who is by my side seems to be more familiar to me, on the contrary, the Susu who broke up with me by sending a letter with a paper crane is very strange to me.

But the good news is that the half month that was extremely difficult for me finally passed by stumbled, and I got a new living allowance as I wished in early February.

In this way, he also got rid of the days of living by stealing offerings.

Moreover, the Zongmen showed great kindness and allowed me to go out one day every month to let the wind go and purchase some daily necessities.

So early this morning, I went to the bank to get the spirit stone, and then went to a medical center to see if it could cure my insomnia and hysteria.

As a result, I just inquired about the consultation fee with the people inside, and I recovered completely.

Especially in spiritual treatment, there is an old doctor who is said to be very good at treating psychological trauma after a broken relationship. Just by chatting, he has successfully helped countless heartbroken men and women get out of the haze, untie their knots, and embrace life again.

And his charging standard is a thousand spirit stones for an hour.

I feel that if I pay this money, it is really a mental problem.

Of course, I am not questioning that his medical skills are not worth the price, the main reason is that I am not worthy.

I am a person who likes to shop around when buying toilet paper and wait for a discount. He Dehe can enjoy the paid chat with a thousand spirit stones, even if the other person will take off his clothes halfway through the chat.

So before my butt was hot, I hurried out of that medical hall.

After purchasing some rice noodles and vegetables in the square market, I stopped in front of a bookstall.

Suddenly I had an idea, thinking that since I look down on Langzhong, why not try to heal myself.

Just like there are sword manuals for practicing swords, there should be records in medical books for similar diseases.

So I asked the stall owner if there were any books on healing lost love.

The stall owner was taken aback when he heard the words, and then blurted out, "Broken love, there is no cure for broken love."

"........."

I admit that it is difficult to refute his words, but at the same time I still want to struggle again, "Is there really no medical book on this?"

The stall owner also came back to his senses at this time, his eyes flickered, then he turned his head and took out three books from the wooden box behind him, plus the four books placed in front of the stall, a total of seven books were handed over together. into my hands.

I glanced at the titles of several of them, "Love in the Orange Tree", "My Savage Lady", "Calling for Love in the Center of the Tengyun Realm", "There Will Be a Fairy Love You for Me" and frowned, "It's all What...it looks like a romance novel."

"Art comes from life." The stall owner said eloquently, "How can it be possible to write enduring masterpieces without experiencing unforgettable love? It is never the story itself that touches people's hearts, but the readers' hearts. Memories and past events.”

"It is true to say so, but these are not medical books."

"Hey, but they are no less useful than medical books. If you think about it, if you read the stories in them, you will naturally understand how the protagonist in the story faces the broken love, overcomes the broken love, and regains a new life. Hualao, wouldn’t it be able to heal itself soon.”

Although the stall owner was trying his best to sell and spit all over the place, I still had doubts about his various statements.

I admit that reading some novels is indeed very healing, but what I am experiencing in my heart now is an unprecedented catastrophe, devastated and unstoppable, and the raging wind and torrential flood are obviously not so easy. can be comforted.

But now I obviously don't have much choice.

I have been decadent and confused for a long time, and I urgently need someone to show me the way and save me from this sea of ​​suffering.

So I picked three of the seven books that seemed to be close to my situation and had reference value. I was about to pay for it, and I saw Susu squatting in front of the bookstall, pointing to the innermost one and saying, " I want to read this."

Without much hesitation, I told the stall owner, "Add another one."

The stall owner followed my gaze and looked a little surprised, but he would definitely not stop doing door-to-door business, so he wrapped that book together with the other three.

After that, he secretly gave me a thumbs up, and said in a low voice, "I have eyes! I usually put this kind of book in the bookcase and reserve it for regular customers. This time it's cheap for you, kid. There are 32 spirit coins in total." Shi, you are thirty, just treat it as a friend, and remember to take care of my business more in the future."

Because of the distance, I didn't see the title of the book very clearly. It wasn't until the stall owner held it in his hand that I saw the five characters "The Temptation of My Aunt" on the cover.

The look couldn't help but also become awkward, but the matter has come to this point, and I can't explain to the stall owner that this book is actually what Susu wants to read, so I can only accept it silently.

He bowed his head and walked quickly out of Fangshi.

　Well, I cleaned up today and steamed Sophora japonica to eat, but I don’t think it’s as delicious as yuqian, and it’s a bit late, good night everyone~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)