A Guide to Rehabilitation of Broken Love in the Cultivation World

Chapter 35
After passing by the group of people who were going to practice in the Ice Pool, I returned to my hut alone with a large bag of ingredients and the few books I bought.

When I learned that Zongmen was going to punish me to such a place where there was no village and no shops, I was somewhat worried.

But after staying for a while, the more you look at it, the more pleasing it is.

The life of the ancestral hall is very simple. Basically, there are almost the same things to do every day, and it can be done in half an hour. The rest of the time is completely free. I can do whatever I want except that I can’t leave this valley. .

Although most of the time I'm just moldy in bed alone.

But no matter what, this hut gave me a place to shelter from the wind and rain, and it was originally inaccessible and unattended, but now it has become my fortress and city wall, isolating me from the stormy and bustling world outside open.

Let me be here alone to lick my wounds.

Although the wound has not shown any signs of healing until now.

After putting down the pile of things in my arms, I saw that the sun was good today, so I picked one of the newly bought novels, walked to the woods in front of the ancestral hall, found a stone, and sat down on it.

The stone had been drying all morning and became warm.

Even if I'm as dull as I am, I almost groan uncomfortably when I sit on it.

And after that, my long-lost sense of smell also came back together.

I began to smell grass and earth in the air, mixed with the floral fragrance of unknown wildflowers.

The sun shines through the gaps between the leaves, and falls on the book I have spread out, speckled, and for a moment, my gloomy life seems to be repainted and outlined with a layer of color.

It's a pity that this good feeling didn't last long.

When I put my attention back on the book in my hand, I was quickly attracted by the stories inside, and my emotions kept changing with the encounters between the hero and heroine.

I have to say that the author of this novel titled "A Year in a Hurry" has strong writing skills, and often only uses a few words to make readers feel the same way, but the problem is that this is a very sad story. The atmosphere of the film is very depressing, and there are many plots of sadism during the period.

What I saw was heartbroken, and my heart was like a knife.

However, I can't blame it, because the reason why I picked it at the beginning was because I valued the sadness that flowed like a river in it, and wanted to find and learn from it the method of the hero and heroine to overcome sadness.

However, what I didn't expect was that after reading the story, I hadn't found a way to overcome sadness, and I was overcome by sadness first.

When I saw the male and female protagonists separated, I thought of Susu who had left me, and then I felt sad and out of control.

I don't even remember how I spent the rest of the day, and by the time I recovered it was seven days later.

This time I learned my lesson and decided to read a book with a lighter tone, so I picked up another copy of "My Savage Lady".

This book is different from "The Year in a Hurry", it tells a standard story of a rich girl and a poor boy. The author is like me, an ordinary person who achieves nothing. The only thing is that he is very good at telling jokes. , which is quite light to read.

But at the end, he unexpectedly stabbed me again. The male protagonist realized the gap between himself and the female protagonist, so he took the initiative to separate from the female protagonist. The two agreed to see each other in two years. The male protagonist hopes to use this time to grow up. .

I couldn't wait to scroll down, only to find that there was nothing below.

Well, this is an open ending... But for some reason, it always makes me feel ominous. Although time does change many things, the hero is just an ordinary person after all. What achievements are worth boasting about, not to mention catching up with the heroine who has an amazing family background.

However, compared with "This Year in a Hurry", although I felt empty after reading this book, at least I was not overwhelmed by the surging sadness.

I felt as if I had taken some solace from another life experience similar to mine.

It was as if two patients who were seriously ill and lacked arms and legs were communicating in the air. Even though they lost their tongues and just babbled, the breath of the same kind on the opposite side was still reassuring.

Afterwards, I deliberately spent a little more time summarizing the gains, and only opened the third book - "Love in the Orange Tree" five days later.

This book has a different style from the previous two. It is said to be a novel, but it is more like a memoir. It recalls the author's years when he went to the countryside to compile a book, met a general's son, and then the two developed a story. Pure love.

Just looking at the first half of the story, it is a standard domineering son-in-law. Lang Youqing and his concubine are interested, and they are about to wipe out their guns and go off. In the end, there was only an eternal separation between heaven and man.

I read in the introduction that the author seems to have traveled across the oceans to marry and have children in a foreign country, but he will never forget this unforgettable past.

Then I couldn't help thinking of Susu again.

One of us is in the small mountain environment, the other is in the cloud sea environment, thousands of miles apart, this farewell, I am afraid that we will never see each other again in this life.

As far as each other is concerned, there is no difference between death and death.

Thinking of this made my chest even more congested.

It is obviously not an easy task to just forget and empty a person who once occupied the most important position in your life.

It's not about packing garbage, or luggage.

Not to mention the old vows and sweet words are still in my ears.

It's like ghosts hovering above your head, you don't know when they will suddenly flash up behind you and hit you, making you so painful that you can't straighten up.

The places you have been to together, the scenery you have seen along the way, and the countless ordinary trivial things you have experienced in your life are all turned into arrows on the bowstring at this moment, waiting quietly in the future, when you revisit some old place or inadvertently They will also shoot out mercilessly, hitting your heart hard.

I feel like I'm going to live in this jittery situation for the rest of my life.

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(End of this chapter)