The unlucky guy was reborn as a lucky girl from a farm

After all the bones were placed in the pit, the young man began to pile up soil on top layer by layer so that they could sleep peacefully under the earth.

After doing all this, the young man slowly straightened up, and then stood there quietly, staring at the small mound in front of him without moving.

At this moment, his originally calm heart seemed to be thrown into a huge rock, instantly causing waves, and countless complicated thoughts surged into his mind like a tide.

In this way, time passed by minute by minute, as if the whole world had frozen at this moment.

I don’t know how long it was before the young man suddenly came back to his senses as if he had just woken up from a dream.

At this moment, he suddenly realized that he seemed to have missed something important - he should erect a tombstone for Xiaodie!

Thinking of this, he began to look around anxiously, hoping to find something useful.

Soon, he was pleasantly surprised to find a lot of ready-made wood scattered around. It would be great if he could find a suitable tool to process the wood well and make it into a decent tombstone!

Unfortunately, he didn't have any tools to use. He could only pray silently in his heart, hoping to find some suitable materials nearby so that he could successfully fulfill his wish.

In fact, stone is undoubtedly the best choice for making tombstones. After all, stone is hard, durable, and looks more solemn.

Unfortunately, looking around, this area is full of small pieces of stone. It is as difficult as climbing to the sky to find a complete stone that is large enough and to carefully carve the corresponding words on it.

The young man couldn't help but think to himself, "Forget it, forget it. I'll wait until this terrible epidemic is completely over, then go find a skilled stonemason and ask him to help build a good tombstone for Xiaodie. For now, it's okay to make a piece of wood as an emergency measure."

Thinking of this, he continued to walk forward, while his eyes were still looking around.

Not long after he walked, suddenly, a large and regularly shaped piece of wood came into his sight.

Judging from the looks of it, it was probably accidentally dropped here by someone while chopping wood.

This piece of wood requires almost no trimming before it can be put to use directly. It is simply a gift from God!

The young man's eyes suddenly lit up, a look of joy instantly blossomed on his face, and he took big steps and walked forward as fast as an arrow.

In the blink of an eye, he came to the piece of wood, bent down, carefully stretched out his hands, and picked it up gently.

The young man stood up happily, and then gently brushed away the dust covering the wood with his palm.

As the dust was wiped away bit by bit, the original appearance of the wood gradually emerged.

He first examined the front of the wood carefully, then turned it over and carefully examined the back. The more he looked, the more satisfied he became. He couldn't help but secretly exclaimed in his heart: "This is really a rare piece of good wood!"

However, at this moment, a question suddenly popped up in the young man's mind - other people's tombstones usually have words engraved on them for identification, but he can't read a single word, let alone write it himself.

Thinking of this, the young man couldn't help but frown. What should he do? He couldn't just leave it there like this.

Usually, the name of the deceased and his or her life experiences are engraved on the tombstone.

However, facing the blank tombstone in front of him, he didn't know where to start, whether it was his name or his life. After thinking hard for a long time, an idea suddenly came to his mind: "Why not just leave it like this!"

The young man bent down slightly, looking around anxiously, as if he was looking for something. After a while, he found a sharp stone.

But when he picked it up and looked at it carefully, he shook his head slightly, then threw it aside and continued to look for a more suitable stone.

After repeating this several times, a hint of joy finally appeared on his face - it turned out that in a corner not far away, there was a stone that looked quite ideal lying there quietly.

He walked over quickly and picked up the stone carefully. When he held it in his hand, he realized that although the stone looked good, it was a little small and its surface was unusually smooth, making it difficult to grasp and control.

However, these questions did not make him back off. He took a deep breath, gripped the stone tightly, and began to concentrate on carving on the wooden tombstone.

Because the stone was too small and difficult to hold tightly, it slipped out of the young man's hands several times during the carving process.

But after each failure, he picked up the stone again without hesitation, adjusted his posture and strength, and continued to carve with perseverance.

After a long and arduous effort, it was finally done! Now looking at the tombstone again, a vivid and beautiful butterfly pattern has clearly emerged.

Compared with the one that had been circling around him before, this one was surprisingly similar, as if they were carved from the same mold.

The young man took heavy but firm steps and slowly walked to Xiaodie's silent grave.

When he finally stood in front of Xiaodie's grave, he took a deep breath, then bent down and carefully placed the tombstone firmly on the grave.

The sunlight shines on the tombstone, reflecting the exquisite patterns on it. Every line is filled with the young man's hard work and love.

Standing in front of the tomb, he stared at the tombstone silently, as if he could see Xiaodie's gentle and sweet smiling face through it.

The young man squatted down slowly, his movements seemed heavy and cautious.

He stretched out his slightly trembling hand and gently brushed across the cold tombstone, as if what he was touching at this moment was not the hard tombstone, but Xiaodie's silky soft and warm cheek.

His fingers moved gently, with endless attachment and longing, just as gently as he had stroked Xiaodie's face countless times in the past.

His eyes revealed deep love and sadness, and he murmured to himself: "Xiaodie, come and take a look. Is this place nice? Do you like it? I think... I guess you should like it."

"Oh, how nice it would be if I could hear your voice again! Even if it's just a gentle call..."