Chapter 2 Chapter 2 The Black Flame
But at this moment, Gesang at his feet rushed out like a burning black fireball, barking all the way and pounced on the sheep.
Gesang also realized that he had rushed out after he rushed out.Over the past few days, every time Gesang woke up from a deep sleep, he could always feel the mysterious impulse in his body that overwhelmed him, like a tide that came on time and never changed.It felt like it was always trying to round up something, to return something to its original place.This irrepressible and unrestrained impulse plagued him all the time.
The earliest memory in Gesang's life is the snow-capped ice peak.Against the grand backdrop of the blue sky, the crystal-clear peak gleamed in the sun, stinging its delicate eyes.
It should be a standard Tibetan Mastiff, with two heart-shaped ears hanging from the side of the head, the breast hair on the body has faded, and the fur color is as black as a crow's wings, and it is a kind of steel blue that shimmers.Although it is only three or four months old, it has already revealed a skeleton that is frighteningly large.
The female mastiff and the two puppies that were taken away by herders from afar left almost no traces in Gesang's memory.Of course, it doesn't understand that the owner, Tenzin, left it because of its four paws, which are as big as a child's fist just two months old.This is the blank of a giant mastiff.Tenzing believed that it could grow into a jaw-dropping giant mastiff.
On the grasslands of northern Tibet, a fine-bred giant mastiff is an indispensable member of the camp, guarding the herds that the shepherds rely on for survival, guarding the tents, and even going out to deliver letters when the camp is blocked by heavy snow.
After the two puppies were taken to distant pastures, Gesang was kicked out of the tent by the owner.On the first night, it still stubbornly wandered outside the tent, wailing and trying to get into the warm tent by peeling off the felt sheet at the entrance.The owner suddenly lifted the felt sheet, and the Baiga (a kind of grazing tool, composed of a leather rope and a leather pocket, in which stones or marbles can be placed, and the leather rope can throw the stones a very long distance) in his hand unexpectedly hit the grass. on its head.
Gesang screamed and ran away.It ran to the herd, trying to find some warmth there.Before the yak could get close to it, several huge hooves covered in dung and mud fell down from above.
The flock lay quietly together, their eyes in the dark like the reflections of the stars in the lake.But the sheep were tightly packed together, and it couldn't get in anyway and become one of them.
After turning around, it returned to the tent door.Warm lights leaked from the open gaps in the felt, and the cheerful laughter of the little master came out.
Finally, it got into the wool pile.Now, it no longer thinks about the piece of sheepskin at the corner of the tent and the warm firepit.
The snow peak at the end of the grassland in the distance is like a rare treasure in the moonlight, emitting a frightening silver light.It raised its neck, let out the first howl of its life from its tender throat, and then fell asleep in the night, soaked in the green breath of pasture growth.
It's time to go out.
It was like this every day, and it didn't feel any different.
"Gesang!" After walking a few steps, the master called back.
Gesang, who was about to rush towards the young master, froze for a moment, then followed without hesitation.It doesn't know why it is doing this.But it has a hunch that there is always something waiting for it.After wandering around the tent every day, when Gesang lay down on the grass and took a nap, he always felt the longing seeping from the depths of every pore, as if he was looking for something, but he couldn’t be sure what it was. what is it.
Even though Gesang was just a puppy, he also realized at this time that the days of playing with his little master every day were over.It raised its head, which is too big for a puppy, to make its running posture more relaxed and compact, and it followed the owner unhurriedly, neither exceeding the owner nor lagging behind.
As a mastiff on the grasslands of northern Tibet, this is the beginning of a nomadic life.
On the day Gesang went out to herd with his master for the third time, the weather was surprisingly good.After finding a good pasture, the owner took out a ball of wool and a spindle of sheep bone from his pocket.Gesang, who was lying beside him, was dizzy from the rapidly spinning sheep bone in the master's hand, and he closed his eyes. The flock went too far.The sheep were still gnawing on the grass with their heads down, moving forward slowly.They walked for a while, turned over the hill, and were about to get out of Tenzin's field of vision. Tenzin sighed and wanted to stand up and drive the sheep back. But at this moment, Gesang at his feet rushed out like a burning black fireball, barking all the way and pounced on the sheep. Gesang also realized that he had rushed out after he rushed out.Over the past few days, every time Gesang woke up from a deep sleep, he could always feel the mysterious impulse in his body that overwhelmed him, like a tide that came on time and never changed.It felt like it was always trying to round up something, to return something to its original place.This irrepressible and unrestrained impulse plagued him all the time. It failed to pass through the frightened flock of sheep, scattered the flock, and ran to the outermost flock of sheep, only to turn around and run left and right in a big way, accompanied by the still immature voice. A sonorous barking sound. The sheep were not quite used to this enclosure and wanted to run away, but they soon found that they were no match for this reckless little dog that was eager to show off. Take a sip. After all, it was the first time that Gesang could not be as perfect as a skilled shepherd dog.The flock of sheep is like a pool of quicksilver accidentally spilled on the ground, rolling around in a disorderly manner. Of course, this was the first time Gesang spent twice as long as an experienced sheepdog, but he still brought the flock back. When Gesang ran towards his master, he found that Tenzin was still sitting there with no expression on his face, which somewhat disappointed Gesang. This is northern Tibet. Tibetan mastiffs are born to herd sheep, just as sheep and yaks provide milk and skins for the shepherds. Everything is going on in an orderly manner according to the creator's plan in advance. It is only natural for a shepherd dog to drive sheep.Tenzin was not in a hurry to see Gesang doing nothing in front of the flock of sheep in the past few days. He knew that Gesang would have a flash of inspiration one day, maybe he was just stumbled by some thicker grass, staggered It suddenly occurred to me to do my duty.Accept everything peacefully, which is why the aborigines on the plateau can survive tenaciously under such harsh conditions. At this time, Tenzin's face was filled with that kind of calm that is closer to numbness that is unique to Tibetans. When the sheep moved towards the hillock unconsciously again, the owner just hissed at Gesang who was lying on the grass, and Gesang had already rushed out like an arrow. Gesang drove the flock back again and lay down beside the owner.In a short period of time, it has felt that this is nothing.It is a shepherd dog, born for herding sheep. When it rushed to the flock for the first time, it was instinct; when it did it the second time, it was already experience. Gesang lay on the grass and looked at the flock of sheep in the distance, and even felt that he had been taking care of the flock of sheep for a long time. Gesang started his life as a Tibetan shepherd dog almost without any transitional training.
On the day Gesang went out to herd with his master for the third time, the weather was surprisingly good.After finding a good pasture, the owner took out a ball of wool and a spindle of sheep bone from his pocket.Gesang, who was lying beside him, was dizzy from the rapidly spinning sheep bone in the master's hand, and he closed his eyes. The flock went too far.The sheep were still gnawing on the grass with their heads down, moving forward slowly.They walked for a while, turned over the hill, and were about to get out of Tenzin's field of vision. Tenzin sighed and wanted to stand up and drive the sheep back. But at this moment, Gesang at his feet rushed out like a burning black fireball, barking all the way and pounced on the sheep. Gesang also realized that he had rushed out after he rushed out.Over the past few days, every time Gesang woke up from a deep sleep, he could always feel the mysterious impulse in his body that overwhelmed him, like a tide that came on time and never changed.It felt like it was always trying to round up something, to return something to its original place.This irrepressible and unrestrained impulse plagued him all the time. It failed to pass through the frightened flock of sheep, scattered the flock, and ran to the outermost flock of sheep, only to turn around and run left and right in a big way, accompanied by the still immature voice. A sonorous barking sound. The sheep were not quite used to this enclosure and wanted to run away, but they soon found that they were no match for this reckless little dog that was eager to show off. Take a sip. After all, it was the first time that Gesang could not be as perfect as a skilled shepherd dog.The flock of sheep is like a pool of quicksilver accidentally spilled on the ground, rolling around in a disorderly manner. Of course, this was the first time Gesang spent twice as long as an experienced sheepdog, but he still brought the flock back. When Gesang ran towards his master, he found that Tenzin was still sitting there with no expression on his face, which somewhat disappointed Gesang. This is northern Tibet. Tibetan mastiffs are born to herd sheep, just as sheep and yaks provide milk and skins for the shepherds. Everything is going on in an orderly manner according to the creator's plan in advance. It is only natural for a shepherd dog to drive sheep.Tenzin was not in a hurry to see Gesang doing nothing in front of the flock of sheep in the past few days. He knew that Gesang would have a flash of inspiration one day, maybe he was just stumbled by some thicker grass, staggered It suddenly occurred to me to do my duty.Accept everything peacefully, which is why the aborigines on the plateau can survive tenaciously under such harsh conditions. At this time, Tenzin's face was filled with that kind of calm that is closer to numbness that is unique to Tibetans. When the sheep moved towards the hillock unconsciously again, the owner just hissed at Gesang who was lying on the grass, and Gesang had already rushed out like an arrow. Gesang drove the flock back again and lay down beside the owner.In a short period of time, it has felt that this is nothing.It is a shepherd dog, born for herding sheep. When it rushed to the flock for the first time, it was instinct; when it did it the second time, it was already experience. Gesang lay on the grass and looked at the flock of sheep in the distance, and even felt that he had been taking care of the flock of sheep for a long time. Gesang started his life as a Tibetan shepherd dog almost without any transitional training.