A young man from another world returned to his hometown.

Chapter 32 Mr. Tree, Kind-hearted Syl

"It's cold! We're so cold!"

In the middle of the night, the rain came.

This is no ordinary spring rain.

Falling spring cold.

Syl was awakened by the mournful cries.

It was pitch black outside the window. She pressed her hand to her chest and closed her eyes.

The elf's senses flowed through the air, through the land, and through the intertwined branches of the trees, surging towards the mountain behind the village.

She heard countless branches trembling in the freezing rain, and roots curling up in the soil due to the low temperature.

The entire forest is gradually freezing over.

They are wailing.

Syl's eyes reddened slightly.

She grabbed the oversized coat Lin Yan had left her from the bedside table and rushed to the door.

She stopped abruptly halfway through her journey.

The words "darling" echoed in my mind.

"Don't use magic in front of ordinary people. If you need to, slip away and wait for me to come back."

She clenched her fists.

We cannot use magic, and we cannot let ordinary people discover it.

Her chest heaved violently a few times.

She put on a raincoat and rubber boots.

"Darling, I'm sorry, I can't just watch them die."

As she said those words, the wind at the doorway ruffled her hair.

In March, some varieties of lychee trees are in bloom, while others have already begun to bear fruit.

A cold snap could lead to a complete crop failure for a season, or even damage the trees.

The lychee grove was in complete chaos.

The beams of flashlights swayed wildly in the freezing rain, and several figures trudged through the muddy water, their steps uneven.

"Laminate! Laminate quickly!"

"Over here! A few trees over here can't hold on!"

"Bring me the straw!"

Grandpa Tree's voice sounded like a string about to break.

He wasn't wearing a raincoat, just a straw hat over his head.

He threw himself into the hollow, under the oldest mother tree.

Now, this old tree has begun to lose fruit and suffer from frost damage.

Grandpa Tree hugged the tree trunk tightly.

"Old buddy..."

His throat became hoarse.

"Old buddy, I can't hold on much longer..."

The old man knelt in the mud.

It's not about crying over that little bit of money.

He was crying for the trees that had watched him grow up, and also for the villagers who were finally recovering.

Why do they work so hard? Because in the eyes of these old farmers, trees are not just trees, they are their lifeblood.

They've all been farmers their whole lives. Standing in this freezing rain, most of them are grandfathers now. Who doesn't have three or four children? And those children have had their own children.

Although it wasn't land they paid for, as farmers, it still hurts to see crops damaged.

If this season's harvest is ruined by a cold snap, all previous investments will be wasted. They fear this pain of losing everything more than anyone else, and they are more afraid of natural disasters than anyone else, because they truly experienced hunger when they were young.

That's when Syl arrived.

She ran along the muddy road, her raincoat unfastened and half of it flapping in the wind.

"Huh? This...this is Ah Yan's daughter-in-law?"

"What is she doing here?"

Syl didn't listen to them.

Her gaze swept past the bustling figures.

She heard the old tree let out its deepest lament.

"If my dear were here right now, what would he do? He would definitely handle things well! He wouldn't disturb anyone and he could save these tree gentlemen."

Thinking this, Syl then lunged down to the tree.

She lay prone in the mud and water, glancing at the trembling old tree.

Then she did something that stunned everyone.

With trembling hands, she took off the jacket underneath her raincoat.

This was the only warm clothing she wore that night.

She wrapped her coat tightly around the trunk of the old tree, securing it round and round, then threw herself onto it, hugging the trunk tightly and pressing herself against the old tree.

Just like what Tree Master did just now.

The difference is that she wants to cover the tree.

The cold rain pelted her.

Although these rains and cold waves are nothing to the battle spirit's superhuman physique.

But in everyone's eyes, she was just a little girl shivering from the cold.

"Hey! You little girl!"

Tree Grandpa was startled by her sudden attack.

"Are you crazy?! What are you doing hugging a tree dressed so thinly?!"

He reached out to grab her.

"Get back inside right now! This isn't a place for you! What do you know, you city girl?! Don't cause trouble here!"

He yelled like that, grabbing Hill's arm and pulling him out.

Syl clung tightly to the tree trunk.

Tree Grandpa was taken aback.

This young woman looked so frail, yet he, an old farmer who had toiled his whole life, couldn't pull her away.

He raised his flashlight and shone it.

Those eyes, red and brimming with tears, stared intently at him.

"Grandpa Tree, it says..."

"It said...it was too cold..."

"It hurts..."

"Warm it up...it can still live!"

To an ordinary person, this would just sound crazy.

But these words were heard by an old farmer who had spent his whole life toiling in the land.

Tree Grandpa stood there, stunned.

Rainwater streamed down his gray hair, smearing his face.

No one knows how many words he spoke to these trees in his lifetime.

He knew in his heart that he could understand the tree.

Tree Grandpa choked up.

He wiped the rain and mud off his face, and a sudden light shone in his cloudy old eyes.

It's not because I believe in any gods or ghosts.

It was because he saw in this young wife a heart just like his own.

He turned around and roared at the group of old farmers behind him.

"What are you standing there for?!"

"Get the straw! Take it all out! Stuff it under every tree root!"

"Old Li! Bring that whole roll of plastic wrap over and cover the roots!"

"Old Zhou! Light a cigarette! Light a pile of tobacco from the lowest point in the woods! Smoke it up! Smoke it up!"

"Tonight! Not a single tree in this forest can die!"

Over the next few hours, the fire rose in the lowest part of the forest, suppressed by the freezing rain, and the smoke climbed up the ground, enveloping the entire forest.

Wrap the roots of each tree with straw.

Plastic film was used to cover the branches with small fruits.

And that incredibly beautiful young wife from the city.

He mingled among these mud-covered monkeys.

Every time her palm touched a tree, a wisp of warmth would quietly seep into the forest.

They sensed a gentle power.

Like a mother looking at the child in her arms.

Don't be afraid.

Don't be afraid.

In the eyes of ordinary people, she was just a somewhat silly girl.

In reality, as an elven archmage, Syl possessed the powerful ability to easily dispel the bitter cold.

But she did not cast those large-scale spells because she remembered Lin Yan's instructions.

But she couldn't stand idly by.

As an elf, she could clearly hear the mournful cries of the trees, which were her kind's natural companions.

What made her even more determined to plunge into the mud was the group of elderly farmers in front of her who were risking their lives to save the tree.

In these ordinary people who had no magic powers, she deeply felt the purest and deepest passion that the people of this land had for their land.

Their tears for the plants and their kneeling in the mud touched the heart of this spirit.