A Guide to Rehabilitation of Broken Love in the Cultivation World

Chapter 5

This restaurant named Fuxing is located in the west of Qinghe City, in a remote alley.

There are not many people inside, and the decoration is very simple, only two oil lamps are lit, the light in the hall is dim, there are old and greasy tables and chairs, the walls have been yellowed, and there are some suspicious-looking brown stains on them.

I don't know if the owner of the restaurant is really drunk like the name he gave himself. Seeing that the Shangyuan is approaching, there is still no decoration in the restaurant, and there is no festive atmosphere.

This makes me very satisfied.

And right now I can't hope for more.

After entering the store, I ordered two catties of spirits in one breath, then found a dark and damp corner, and curled up my body completely, like a mushroom growing quietly in the corner.

Then I set about getting myself drunk.

It went pretty smoothly at first.

Because the only thing worse than my current mood is my drinking capacity.

When I poured half a catty of spirits into my stomach, I already felt like the world was spinning, and my legs didn't seem to be my own.

This encouraged me, thinking that if I couldn't save myself, I could at least save my left and right legs from the pain.

Adhering to the humanitarian spirit of being able to save everyone, I was about to make persistent efforts to get my hands out of the sea of ​​suffering, but I heard the quarrel from the neighboring table.

It seems that they should be a young couple. They entered the wine shop a little later than me. Not long ago, the two were talking and laughing, you and me, wishing to grow on each other.

But in the blink of an eye, everything changed suddenly.

The two had a quarrel at first, and then the female cultivator became hysterical, weeping and scratching, then suddenly screamed, picked up the wine cup on the table, and poured it down like a thunderbolt. The male cultivator opposite had a look on his face.

And the male cultivator on the opposite side was still persuading him with good words at first, but seeing that the other side was still unrelenting, his temper also came up, and he couldn't help but complain.

The four eyes met, the flames splashed everywhere, and the scene was once tense.

I looked at them blankly while drinking. In the past, I couldn't help laughing at them from the bottom of my heart when encountering such things, and then proudly thought of the sweet and tacit understanding between Susu and me.

Susu is a very mature and stable girl, she rarely gets angry with me, even if we have any differences, she just smiles peacefully, and resolves our conflicts virtually, making me feel like a spring breeze .

And I will try my best to let her, never lose my temper with her, we seem to have gotten used to thinking about each other, just like one body.

But at this moment, I couldn't help but be at a loss.

I began to wonder that maybe there were no conflicts between us in the past four years, but we are all used to suppressing conflicts in the name of love.

I thought that this was my dedication, but these contradictions did not really disappear. They continued to accumulate, day after day, year after year, growing alone in a corner of my heart like a snowball, and growing stronger.

Only one day, after a certain critical point was exceeded, all the accumulated contradictions exploded at that moment with a bang, and our love was also blown to pieces in the gunpowder smoke, leaving no bones left.

At this moment, I hated myself so much, I hated myself for not discovering all this one day earlier, and discovering the besieged people hidden under the singing and dancing.

Perhaps just one day earlier, I will still be able to turn the tide, plug the gap opened by time before the dam collapses, and restore our love that has been hanging on the edge of the cliff.

But now it's too late, I can only stand on the shore from afar and watch the floods ravage and mourn.

My heart is bitter, and my stomach is also turning upside down.

The young couple quarreled for a while, the female cultivator turned her head and rushed out of the gate of the restaurant, and the male cultivator threw down a few spirit stones and hurriedly chased them out.

I looked at his back with envy, and thought, it's great, at least he still knows where he can go after him, but I have lost the reason to chase him forever.

(End of this chapter)