Because of the evening shift last night, Yang Xiaoxing had already landed when he woke up. He originally wanted to see the famous Mount Fuji in Neon on the plane, but the plane gradually slowed down on the slide to make Yang Xiaoxing go to Mount Fuji.

In fact, he shouldn't think about traveling around, he came to deal with the funerals of his relatives. However, if people think whatever they should, they will not be troubled.

What Yang Xiaoxing should think now is how to be a qualified grandson at the funeral of his grandfather whom he had never met, but maybe because he was in a completely unfamiliar country and couldn't understand a word in his ear, Yang Xiaoxing became more and more immersed in his personal thoughts, thinking about the difference between Mount Fuji and the unknown peaks in his hometown.

Regarding nature, Yang Xiaoxing has a natural love, which is the biggest reason why he chose to return to his hometown to become an environmental inspector after graduating from university.

"Yang Xiaoxing! Yang Xiaoxing!"

The Chinese language mixed with a strange accent sounded, and Yang Xiaoxing hadn't reacted at the first time. He saw a sign with his name written outside the railing and realized that the other party was calling him.

Only after confirming that the brand was his name was Yang Xiaoxing specifically observed the person holding the brand.

It was a girl. The first thing that attracted people's attention was her pair of energetic eyes. After that was a small face. Yang Xiaoxing felt that her face might, no, be completely different from his palm. Then there was fair skin.

She exuded a pleasant feeling, like a furry little animal.

Yang Xiaoxing greeted him.

"Yang Xiaoxing?" the girl asked in that strange accent.

"Yeah." Yang Xiaoxing nodded, "Are you the one who came to pick me up?"

"Sorry, I'm not very good at Chinese." The girl smiled and her eyes curled, "My name is Maruyama, who is my grandfather's, and my apprentice. I'll take you there."

It turned out to be a local, and Yang Xiaoxing understood where the strange accent came from. He originally wanted to ask about the situation a little, but this passage from the other party was obviously a temporary manuscript, which made him put down his full questions for the time being and followed Maruyama to the parking lot.

Maruyama stopped in front of a jeep and took out the keys to light it up. Yang Xiaoxing never expected that Maruyama, who looked like a high school student, would drive such a big guy.

Maruyama pulled the door open, sat on the cab, and pointed to the back seat, which meant that Yang Xiaoxing would sit behind.

He sat in the back seat and had a pocket near the inside of the car door. Yang Xiaoxing took a look, took off his backpack and hugged it in front of his chest, and then felt the body moving. It was obvious that Maruyama was a skilled man, moved the jeep out of the parking space in just a few seconds, and turned the front of the car to the main road.

After getting on the right path, Maruyama said something again, but Yang Xiaoxing didn't understand a single sentence now. Yang Xiaoxing asked Maruyama if he could speak English, and Maruyama shook his head embarrassedly.

The two could only solve the current communication difficulties through body language. In the end, Yang Xiaoxing guessed that the other party wanted him to pick up the pocket he put aside.

In my pocket, I had a full suit, a black shirt, a black tie, a black jacket and pants. It was very suitable for funerals.

"Clothes, change." Maruyama paused, thinking of the next word, "Now."

Yang Xiaoxing looked up and looked at her through the rearview mirror: "Now?"

"Um."

“Here?”

"Um."

Yang Xiaoxing looked around and saw that the Jeep's window was black, and there was no need to worry about the windshield in front, but Maruyama in the car...

Seeing that the other party was driving seriously, Yang Xiaoxing felt that it was boring for him to continue to be pretentious, so he untied his clothes and put on the clothes he had prepared for him.

Although I drove seriously, Yu Guang would still see Yang Xiaoxing's Maruyama's ears turned red unconsciously.

Yang Xiaoxing changed into a suit, put his original clothes back into his pocket, and observed outside the car that Jeep had left the main road and walked onto a small path, and then the road suddenly opened up and got on the highway.

Highway? Isn’t the funeral scene in Tokyo?

Yang Xiaoxing had a question. Yesterday he received a call from his father that his grandfather died in Tokyo and asked him to attend. It seemed that he was not in Tokyo, but in a countryside or in the mountains.

Because he was not familiar with Maruyama's language, all Yang Xiaoxing could do is wait and observe now.

The car window was shaken down by him, and the breeze in the mountains swept against Yang Xiaoxing's face with the ripe breath of autumn. He opened his eyes wide and looked at the forest on one hillside. The top of the tree turned yellow, and the whirlwind of the carriage pulled off a yellow leaf. Before the yellow leaves fell, the car had already gone around the corner and left everything that Yang Xiaoxing had seen clearly behind him.

On the other side is the mountain plain.

The endless hills left the gifts of nature, and the alluvial plains were used to make farmlands and villages. A Japanese-style single-family building is located between them. Yang Xiaoxing saw someone working in the fields and thought that the day was the autumn harvest.

Yang Xiaoxing took a deep breath, and the faint smell of soil in the air and the agitation of the crop ripening were perceived by Yang Xiaoxing's sense of smell, followed by the tremor of cells throughout his body. He was excited and got goose bumps.

When the car was blocked from the fields through the tunnel, Yang Xiaoxing woke up and there was still a residual rhyme in his body, asserting: "There will be a good harvest this year."

Yang Xiaoxing has an extraordinary perception of nature. He can perceive things that others cannot see through other senses. He can hear spring, smell summer rain, and touch the autumn harvest to perceive winter snow.

This is talent, like absolute sound.

Yang Xiaoxing’s talent is to perceive nature that is easily overlooked.

This talent is of no use at present and cannot be monetized, and even gives Yang Xiaoxing a value that is inconsistent with the general public.

Yang Xiaoxing has been like this since he was a child. He knew that he could understand the language of nature and was happy to run alone in the mountains and do nothing for a day while resting.

Now, Yang Xiaoxing has found that nature is the same everywhere, sharing the same language system and abides by the same set of rules. This makes his heart full of depression and panic because of the language blockage.

However, in Maruyama's opinion, this was Yang Xiaoxing's emotional instability because of his relative's death. Maruyama glanced at him and wanted to say something to comfort the stranger who had passed away, but due to his limited vocabulary.

Only silent.

"It's coming." Maruyama said.

Yang Xiaoxing could also feel that the car got off the highway and was driving towards the exact mountain.

Grandpa’s funeral is on the mountain.

Yang Xiaoxing quickly understood this point. After he came over, he suddenly felt something. He felt that every tree on the mountain outside the car window was shaking leaves, and the tiny whispers kept forming words on the surface of Yang Xiaoxing's skin.

They are talking.

The trees are talking.

"Little Star Lord! Little Star Lord! Little Star Lord!"
Chapter completed!