A Guide to Rehabilitation of Broken Love in the Cultivation World

Chapter 36
In all fairness, those three books still gave me some help.

But this little help obviously wasn't enough to get me out of the woods and embrace life again.

The main reason is that although the stories in those books are very sincere, they focus on depicting the affectionate feelings of the hero and heroine. They only briefly mention the psychological journey after the breakup and how to get out of the haze that ordinary readers don't care about.

However, these trivial details, which are dispensable and insignificant to others, are good medicine for me.

I wanted to know what happened in the period after the story ended.

I wonder if the hero and heroine met later.

If not, how did they let go of their obsessions and forget each other in the world.

But the male and female protagonists in the books will not answer my questions, otherwise, these books would not only sell thirty spirit stones.

Just when I felt helpless, I remembered what the stall owner said before.

He said that art comes from life, and how can one write enduring masterpieces without experiencing unforgettable love.

This passage also caught my eye.

Since the fictional characters in the story can't speak, why don't I ask the person behind the story who can.

The creators of these novels must have had an unforgettable love story, and they may be willing to share some experiences and suggestions with me.

Pulling my brother to drag me out of the quagmire under my body also saved me the huge consultation fee to see a doctor.

And as a reward, if they don't change their careers because of their skeptical life in the future, and continue to write, then I will definitely buy my books and support their creative career.

Thinking of this, my spirit can't help but also lift up.

This was the first time I saw the dawn of salvation after such a long period of depression.

It's like a drowning person desperately grabbing all the life-saving straws in front of him.

I quickly found a pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and successfully found the mailing addresses left by the authors at the beginning of each book.

While studying ink, I was thinking about how to write next.

It happened to be at this time when the sun was setting and the clouds outside the house were dyed red by the afterglow. I used Chixia as my pseudonym, and first praised the author’s literary talent and writing skills. And pick out some of the most exciting places in the book, and add a rainbow fart.

Feeling that the fire is almost brewing, the pen suddenly changed, but finally shook out the few questions I most wanted to know, and later stated that I was extremely looking forward to getting a reply from the author. This reply is very important to me, a matter of life and death.

Finally, at the end, I wish the author a long life and the new book will be a hit.

After I finished writing, I read it twice, and then polished it for three or five times. I felt satisfied, and there were no omissions, so I folded the letter paper into a paper crane.

Then he cast a spell on the paper crane, breathed a sigh of relief at the paper crane's head, watched it spread its wings, and flew out of the window with two flaps.

After that, I drew a ladle according to the gourd, and folded out two other paper cranes.

In this way, for the three books, the three authors can all receive letters from me.

I thought that with the sincerity and admiration shown in my letters, at least one of the three letters should be answered. If I am lucky, the three authors might enthusiastically share with me their mental journey after creation.

As a result, half a month has passed.

Not a single paper crane fell into my hut.

I comforted myself that it might be because there were too many letters, and they couldn't read every one. After all, according to the stall owner, the three books in my hand were all very popular. The land was all sold out.

Bookstores all over the world are reprinting one after another, and there must be paper cranes parked outside their doors at this moment.

In order to increase the chances of being seen, I folded more than 100 paper cranes successively, and I would release dozens of them every day, with perseverance.

However, it didn't take long for those paper cranes to just scurry around in front of me like headless chickens, unwilling to leave my hut at all.

And that means I've been blocked by them.

　The hair loss in the previous period was quite scary, but it has gotten better in the past few days, everyone should try to maintain a good mood~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)