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

However, only the kind and innocent Nier did not despise Xiaodie. She talked to her, fed her medicine, and gave her warmth and care.

Xiaodie often praised Ni'er's good qualities in front of the young man.

She always talked excitedly about the happy times she spent with Ni'er and praised her highly.

It seems that in her heart, Nier is the most perfect and caring friend.

Xiaodie was so happy to have a good friend like Ni'er.

Whenever she mentioned Nier, her bright big eyes would sparkle with joy and the corners of her mouth would involuntarily rise, as if the whole world had become a better place because of this friendship.

Seeing Xiaodie so happy, even the young man couldn't help but be infected by her emotions and felt sincerely happy about this matter.

However, it is regrettable that someone will come and take Xiaodie away soon.

Thinking of this, the young man couldn't help feeling a little sad, but at the same time, he felt that he should leave the remaining time to Xiaodie and Ni'er.

Maybe Nier's words can make Xiaodie feel less cold and lonely on the road to the underworld.

The young man stood quietly at the door of the tent, looking into the distance. It seemed as if the distant sky was also shrouded in a layer of haze, making it look particularly gloomy.

At this moment, he was thinking that it would be better if those yamen runners came slower and slower, because he really didn't want to face what was about to happen.

Thinking of this, he sighed softly, fearing to disturb the two sisters in the tent. So, he moved his feet carefully and walked slowly away from the tent.

At this moment, a familiar voice came into his ears: "My condolences."

This voice came from Doctor Zhao, but the young man was like a deaf person at this moment, and did not take this sentence into his heart at all. He just stood there blankly, immersed in his own sad world.

His eyes had lost their former luster and became empty and lifeless, making it difficult to tell what he was thinking about.

Zhao Jincheng originally planned to comfort the other person, but when he saw the man in front of him like this, he swallowed back the words that were about to come out of his mouth.

Because no matter what he said at this moment, it would be difficult for him to be heard. So Zhao Jincheng thought it would be better to let him stay here alone for a while, so that he could calm down as soon as possible.

At this moment, a noisy sound came from not far away - it was the footsteps of the yamen runners hurrying over, accompanied by the crackling sound of stones flying as the wheels they pushed rolled over the ground. These sounds seemed particularly abrupt and loud in the quiet surroundings.

After hearing the noise, the young man, who had been immersed in his own emotions, finally turned his head slowly and looked in the direction where the sound came from.

He saw a group of yamen runners in official uniforms walking towards him quickly. He couldn't help but frown slightly. They finally came.

At the same time, a petite figure walked out of the tent next to her. Her eyes were red and swollen, and it was obvious that she had just cried bitterly.

Although she tried hard to hide her sadness at this moment, her slightly red eyes were still clearly visible.

Zhao Jincheng looked at Ni'er in front of him and felt an indescribable feeling of pity in his heart.

He really couldn't bear to continue watching, because this was the first time he saw Nier in such a heartbreaking posture, and that pitiful look deeply hurt his heartstrings.

The young man was filled with anxiety, fearing that the burly yamen runners might hurt his beloved by being too rough when carrying the body.

You know, he had often seen these yamen runners casually throwing cold corpses onto this car.

The thought that his beloved might also be treated so roughly made him extremely anxious. He stepped forward without hesitation when they were about to enter the tent and blocked their way with his body.

However, this was not the first time that the yamen runners had encountered such a situation. They knew that people often found it difficult to accept the sudden death of someone close to them, and the cruel reality of watching their bodies being carried away and burned, or their bones and ashes scattered.

Just as they were preparing to speak to comfort the emotional young man, they did not expect him to speak first.

The young man looked determined and said in a firm tone: "I'll go and carry her out."

I saw a group of yamen runners standing there, staring at each other with wide eyes, with hesitant expressions on their faces.

At this time, the person had just died not long ago and the body was not yet stiff. If someone tried hard to pick him up, they should be able to do so.

Moreover, if they let the young man do this, they brothers could save a lot of effort.

Thinking of this, everyone exchanged glances but did not say anything to stop it.

At this time, a yamen runner in the crowd broke the silence. He nodded and said, "Okay, then you go."

As soon as he finished speaking, the young man turned around without hesitation and walked quickly into the tent.

After entering the tent, the young man gently walked to the side of the deceased, then slowly squatted down, stretched out his hands and patted the back of her hands very gently, and whispered to comfort her: "Xiao Die, don't be afraid, I am here with you, and I will never let them touch you casually."

His eyes were full of concern and pity, as if the person lying in front of him was not a cold corpse, but the most precious treasure in his heart.

The young man slowly stretched out his arm, which was not strong but powerful, and carefully reached out to Xiaodie's back.

His movements were so gentle as if he was afraid of waking the other person.

At the same time, his other arm was accurately stuck in Xiaodie's knee, forming a stable and comfortable support point.

However, to the young man's surprise, when he exerted a little strength, he easily lifted Xiaodie up.

This was completely beyond his original expectations. Although he knew that Xiaodie had never had a good meal on weekdays, and had been suffering from illness recently and her body was extremely thin, he did not expect her to be so light.

Looking at the frail and skinny girl in front of him, the young man couldn't help but feel pity for her.

He lowered his head and stared at Xiaodie in his arms. She had her eyes closed and her face was as pale as paper. Such a light weight made the young man feel distressed, and his eyes gradually became moist again...

At this moment, he had no free hands to wipe away the tears that kept flowing out of his eyes.