Chapter 25 Chapter 24 Clank Wolf Bones

Time is always a mischievous race against the digestion of the stomach. After a day of hunting in vain and finding almost nothing, we finally gave up hunting on this barren pasture.I took off the tent, packed it on my back, and walked towards the family I saw yesterday.Green's stride is brisk and effortless, while I'm out of breath walking with my backpack on.Green walked around and waited for me in a "wolf-like manner", and sometimes turned to the back of the heavy backpack, which seemed to be helpful, but actually added to the confusion. "Wait here for me." Not too far from the tent, I gave Green a stop gesture.A wolf is born wise. He is a hunter. Reading the intentions of a companion from his body language, expression, and even eyes is a basic course for group cooperation.Green could get my point across right away without having to teach him like a dog.

I walked to the front of the tent and stretched my neck to look around. There seemed to be no one there. I took two steps closer and called out, "Is anyone there?" A big black Tibetan dog came out, bared its teeth and roared in front of me.The family's dog is not on a leash!I was startled and slowly stepped back a few steps, hoping that the master would come out soon.Suddenly, I felt a cold air coming from the back of my neck, and I didn't dare to turn around. I mechanically turned my neck and glanced back. It didn't matter, and the courage left in my body suddenly disappeared—it came out of nowhere more than ten meters behind me. Two big golden and white Tibetan dogs, one on each side silently outflanked it, and the two pairs of vicious eyes were like coals freshly baked from the 18th level of purgatory, shining a frightening red light.God, why didn't you notice the dog hole where they were hiding when you came here?A dog that bites does not bark, the less it barks, the more terrifying it is!You have no way of guessing what he's thinking and from which side he's going to attack.

"Don't run away when you see a dog!" I was taught by my predecessors since I was a child, and "Sun Tzu's Art of War" said: "If the enemy does not move, I will not move!" I was surrounded by three big dogs and swallowed nervously. Bite the bullet and dare not move.Why hasn't the owner come out yet?I called out again: "Is there... anyone...?" The voice trembled like a ghost crawling out of a grave.There was still no response in the room, the golden-white Tibetan dog began to grin, showing its teeth, and the encirclement gradually narrowed.I can't stand still anymore. Have those seniors experienced the power of Tibetan dogs?Is it easy for dogs to bite if they don't run?The Tibetan dogs in front of me don't know if they have read "Sun Tzu's Art of War", so they can't think about it, the "Sun Tzu" will not move in front of the enemy!I ran away, and the three dogs chased after me. I was scared out of my wits: "Help! Help!"

"Wow!" Green, who was lurking in the grass, suddenly jumped out and shouted violently, and rushed towards the dogs, blocking the pursuers.The three dogs slammed on the brakes and surrounded Green, and quickly classified the monster that growled in dog language genetically.The yelling black dog swerves behind Green to sniff his ass—hmmm... kind of speciously doggy. "Wow! Bow! Bow!" The two silently attacking golden-white Tibetan dogs opened their mouths, their eyes glaring, their roars full of threats and temptations, as if they were asking, "What the hell are you? If it's a dog giving a signal, If it’s anything else, don’t blame me, I’m welcome.”

Following their example, Green straightened his hind legs, raised his neck hair, and showed a little bit of teeth. After preparing for the action, he opened his mouth wide and searched for the standard sound of the dog barking. But I couldn't find it.Green's throat whimpered for a while, and finally, under the urging of the dogs, two words popped out: "Yellow flower!" It's over, completely screwed up!The three dogs were so angry that they almost fainted on the spot, the intruder dared to pretend to be his own kind to tease them!The dogs rushed towards Green, howling and yelling.

"Run!" I yelled, grabbed the dried cow dung on the ground and beat it at the dogs, but the innocuous cow dung only scared the dogs and made them turn their heads and yell at me twice. , almost useless, the dog's hatred of the same kind is far more urgent than the hatred of the stranger.They left me to catch that barking monster and skin him!Tear his flesh!drink his blood!Cut his throat! Green's running speed is extremely fast, but his movements are very labor-saving and coordinated. He is obviously moving at a speed of forty yards, but it seems that he seems to be walking in a leisurely manner, which makes people think of Li's unique lightness kung fu. Wave microstep", only from the movement of the dog chasing desperately behind to know the speed.The three dogs were chasing hysterically behind, using all their strength, and it was obvious that they were putting in great effort with every step they ran.Green, on the other hand, can always slip away quietly, effortlessly, walking through the front like a ghost.It is not easy for a dog to catch up with a wolf. Seeing the broom-like tail of the wolf is just a few feet away, the dog can't bite it with its big mouth.However, the enemy is outnumbered, and Green wants to get rid of the three dogs, but it is more troublesome, and he is always in a state of being chased.Several times, Green wanted to stop and prepare for the fight—hamstrings, neck hairs, growls, teeth bared!But often before a set of movements is completed, the dog has already chased after him, tearing and biting violently!Green was outnumbered, blocked the dog's mouth in front, and couldn't prevent the sneak attack from behind!In a short time, Green's lips, shoulder blades, back and hips were bitten by the dog's teeth, blood was flowing, and he turned and ran away after losing money.The three dogs took advantage of the victory and pursued, sticking to his buttocks like flies, and there was a tendency to outflank him in a fan shape.

I couldn't catch up with them, so I ran towards the tent where the figures were shaking, and hurriedly called for help.After a long time, an eight or nine-year-old boy came out. I couldn't understand the language. I was dumbfounded. I hurriedly pointed to the dogs and wolves and hurriedly gestured. Suddenly Green changed direction, as if receiving some mysterious guidance, he abandoned the plain route and rushed towards a steep slope.The choice of his escape route was very cunning, rushing up the slope and then rushing down the ridge!For thousands of years, wolves have often caught blue sheep, goats, gazelles and other animals that are good at climbing and walking on cliffs, so they have developed a strong ability to go up and down steep slopes, and can easily move from eight to nine. Jumping down the steep sill that is one meter high, landed firmly on the rock of the next level and jumped down without stopping.The soft waist gives the wolf great jumping ability and adaptability, and the wolf's paws are born wide, and the grip is extremely stable.Green may not know how his ancestors practiced this skill, but he inherited this innate advantage and used it as a flash of inspiration at critical moments.

The gap immediately appeared: when going uphill, dogs only had explosive power but did not have the long-lasting speed and endurance of wolves.Green ran briskly up the hill, and the dogs lumbered up.When rushing downhill again, the dog's paws are much smaller than the wolf's paws, just like the difference between high heels and hiking shoes. On the dry sandy slope, the dogs slipped and rolled up dust and sand all the way.The golden and white Tibetan dogs are better, but the black Tibetan dogs that can only bark endlessly are far behind.When the dogs were going downhill when they couldn't even stand on their heels, Green suddenly turned around and killed the carbine unexpectedly, and bit the golden white Tibetan dog that was the first to catch up.The golden-white Tibetan dog was taken aback for a moment, never expecting that Green could suddenly turn around and fight back while running at high speed, and hit his shoulder hard, the golden-white Tibetan dog rolled downhill with a scream.The remaining two dogs suddenly lost their legs, rolled and slid down the slope, and yelled angrily at Green who was standing firmly on the slope in a cloud of dust.

After winning the first battle, Green realized the importance of the surprise attack in time. He stood quietly on the slope and no longer threatened or howled or bared his teeth. He learned to hide his offensive intentions. Hearing the dog's screaming and barking, and my gestures for a long time, the little boy finally understood what I meant, and called his dog back loudly.Although the three Tibetan dogs fell into a mess, they drove the wolf far away from home after all. They wagged their tails like spinning wheels, and returned to the little master with the pride of the winners to claim credit.

Green just came down the slope to the grass, stood looking at me from a distance, bent down to lick his hindquarters and paws, I knew he was hurt.When the dog chased me, Green could have run for his life or watched from a distance without saying a word, but he rushed out bravely.In this battle, he bit the Tibetan dog, and the Tibetan dog bit him n times!Although he didn't defeat the enemy like the legendary hero, he is my hero! The boy chained the dogs before I went back to Green and carried him back to the tent.In fact, he wasn't hurt too much, and he was able to walk completely, but at this moment, I just wanted to hug him - hug him like I did when I was a child.

In his arms, Big Wolf Green curled up comically like a snail, his waist was naturally soft, both hind paws rolled over his stomach and curled up next to his face, his tail was just in front of his nose and swept away like a shy veil. I sprinkled white medicine on Green's various wounds, except for the slightly deeper wound on the rear crotch, there was no serious problem.These injuries may take half a month for dogs to recover, but with the recovery ability of wolves, they will heal within a few days.Green lay obediently in my arms like a baby, humming and licking his lips and kissing, touching my neck with the tip of his nose that was as smooth and moist as silk, his eyes were deliberately gentle and flattering, and his pulse was affectionate, and he fired at me wave after wave . "Come on, you've grown up enough to protect me, and you're still a baby." I scolded with a smile.But after all, I couldn't stand his offensive eyes, and gave him a big piece of air-dried meat.Green put the dried meat in his mouth and deliberately walked around in front of the three tied Tibetan dogs, and then returned to the front of the tent, chewing loudly, making the dogs jump up and down barking wildly, tearing the chains Buzzing.The little master got angry, and scolded, picked up the twigs and gave the dog a good slap.Green chewed a mouthful of meat and glanced at the dog, his ears were erected in endless enjoyment, and he ate the meat to the sound of the enemy's screams.The dogs were beaten and reprimanded by their masters, and they were so angry that they glared at the wolf who had killed a thousand knives, but they dared not speak out again. Children in the prairie are actually not afraid of wolves, because real wolves live beside them in peace. It is by no means the cute babies in the city who have never seen wolves but are terribly afraid of wolves.From the moment he carried Green into the tent, the child's curious eyes never left us.I really want to ask for clues about Little Green's life experience, but I can't ask because of the language barrier, so I just smirk.Sigh... It is indeed a problem to go to the language barrier in the depths of the grassland.In deep loss and regret, I suddenly thought of painting, just like a bird that fell off a cliff suddenly remembered that it could fly!I hurriedly took out a pen and paper to draw a few boxes, and drew the story of Green's childhood in a comic strip style. The child looked at me with great interest and squeezed to my side, stretched out his small head to the drawing paper, and was caught several times. The dancing pencil poked his nostrils and laughed.He has two funny canine teeth, and his smile is super cute. After a while, the process of picking up the little wolf a few months ago is drawn in a frame.I pointed to the little wolf cub in the picture grid and then pointed to Green, and the child nodded seriously. "I'm looking for them." I pointed to the tent and the old man in the painting, covered my eyebrows with my palm and made a gesture of watching and searching like Monkey King.The child had an epiphany, his eyes brightened, he babbled a lot, took my hand and ran outside the tent, pointing to the direction of the setting sun and gesticulating excitedly.Although I don't understand the words, there is a direction. At dusk, the adults of this family came back. They also had a language barrier, but they were very enthusiastic.Although it was a little surprising to see a wolf at home, but seeing Green's approach to people and listening to the child talking excitedly with the drawing paper, they quickly accepted the guest and the "guest wolf" in front of them. The child's father can only speak a few blunt Chinese, pointing to the tent where the little wolf cub was found in the painting: "Nanka." I pointed to the blue sky outside the tent: "Nanka?" I only knew a little about the meaning of "Nanka" from my basic Tibetan language. The child's father shook his head and pointed to himself: "Basang", then to me, "Weiyi", and then to the old man in the painting, "Nanka!" I suddenly realized: "Your name is Basang. This tent is Nanka's home?" "Oh (yes)!" Basang finished the first step of communication with relief, and was very happy. He told the hostess something in Tibetan, and then said to me, "Tomorrow, find someone to take you there! Far away! " I was ecstatic. I didn't expect to find the clue so easily. It seems that the Glennedon dog bite was not in vain. The child is still holding the little wolf comic book I drew upside down and looking at it, and he can't put it down.I simply picked up the pen and drew a portrait of him and gave it to him. He raised the drawing paper like a treasure and went to find his grandmother. In the evening, the host family warmly kept me for dinner.Milk tea, tsampa, blood sausage, mutton, the host seems to have brought out the best things in the house.As an unusual guest, Green also ate outside the tent. As usual, he feasted in front of the angry dogs, but the dogs were also rewarded fairly by their owners after the meal.Under the brilliant sunset, the hostess and hostess blushed, revealing kindness and honesty.The language barrier did not seem to block the transmission of happiness. After drinking a few bowls of highland barley wine, the male host gave Green a thumbs up outside the tent boldly: "Wolf! Good!" Then he turned to me, "You! Good!" Everyone in the room smiled like flowers.If I didn't have to take Green to get up early the next morning, I would really like to drink a few more bowls with them and get drunk. The wandering nomadic life and material hardships did not make them sad.On the vast grasslands, living in harmony with nature, they live so comfortably and optimistically, especially psychologically, they are far healthier and more tolerant than us urbanites.The high cold and barrenness have created the tenacity and fortitude of life, and also evolved into the most moving, essential and pure beauty. At night, in order to take care of the cattle and sheep, the dogs are released as usual. In order to prevent dog-wolf disputes from happening, I pulled Green into my small tent and imposed a curfew.Green has been full for two days in a row, and he is being lazy. He honestly stayed by my side to eat, and he didn't plan to go out to cause trouble. I put a thick iron chain in my bag and put it away. It was given to me by the host during the day. The host made a movement of waving the chain above his head and said to me: "There are many dogs, self-defense!" Pointing at Green again, "The dog bit him!" He was right in reminding that the dogs guarding the sheep on the prairie and the wolves eating the sheep are of course sworn enemies. I searched along the pasture all the way, and such accidents will definitely occur occur.A woman and a wolf, wherever they go, people are strange, and dogs are frightened when they see dogs!If Green were a dog, it wouldn't be noticeable to swagger down the road.I lay down on the sleeping bag with one hand on my head and looked at Green's sleepy, lazy look. I played with his big tail in boredom and said to myself: "Who said you are a pinch-tail wolf? It's eye-catching." Green shook his tail. He yawned a lot and continued to sleep. A smile that only belongs to the patent of Mona Lisa suddenly overflowed from the corner of my mouth. I touched the small transparent rubber band in my pocket, and while the alcohol was steaming, a funny thought tickled my heart.I immediately turned over and sat up, turned on the flashlight, picked up Green's big tail and studied it carefully.Pull out a few pinches of inconspicuous hair on the tip of the tail and start braiding carefully.Green woke up and turned his head to see what I was messing with on his tail.I bent my fingers and flicked his nose lightly: "Lie down, don't move! Don't worry, your mother is good at shearing hair, but braiding is good at it! Just wait and see." Green lay down obediently—— In fact, he is too lazy to talk to me. I braided a few toothpick-thin braids at the tip of his tail, and picked out a few tufts of long hair at the base of the tail to braid the same thin braids.I took a short breath to relieve the tingling fingers, and finally rolled up the wolf's tail, braided the three sets of thin braids that I had braided in advance, and tied them with a small transparent rubber band... It took an hour and a half for the disguise technique to be completed. I excitedly straightened Green's fluffy tail that curled towards his back, and looked left and right with an artistic eye.Isn't the saying "a dog with a cocked tail pinches a wolf with its tail"?Today the tail of the wolf is also curled up like a flower, how can they tell the difference?Now you can pass the market as a fake.I patted the few remaining wolf hairs on my hands, and stroked my cheeks that were blushed by the highland barley wine. I was so proud that I woke up giggling several times while stroking Green's tail in my dream. Early the next morning, Green couldn't wait to get out of the tent, and ran to grab the little boy's waistband first to say hello.The boy turned his head and looked at his tail, and he was overjoyed. He stroked the big wolf's head and laughed and called his mother to see it. The mother and son laughed together.When Green came out of the tent, he also found that he seemed to have changed a bit. Although he was a bit awkward when he wagged his tail, but when he walked past the three Tibetan dogs with his curled tail, the dogs couldn't figure it out. up.The three dogs looked at each other in blank dismay: Why did a wolf with a pinch-tail yesterday turn into a dog with a cocked tail?And the master is still touching him with a smile, what is going on in this world?The three dogs ran up and sniffed back and forth, barking and yelling: "Fake dog! You can hide it from the master but you can't hide it from us." The master laughed even more. Although the dogs grinned in disbelief, they still had The master's order came first, but he still didn't dare to speak boldly, and no one wanted to be the first to ask for a draw. I smiled and got out of the tent. The child was very affectionate when he saw me, and jumped over to hold my hand.The hostess smiled and said some incomprehensible words, pointed to the tent, made a gesture of drinking, and put her hands together on the side of her face in a sleeping position.Body language is a universal language, and I immediately understood that the bold male host had a good drink yesterday, but today he is absolutely unable to get up. Near noon, with the sound of horseshoes, a swarthy young man came to the tent, about eighteen or nineteen years old.He untiedly put the rein on his horse, and the three dogs greeted him wagging their tails, obviously they were familiar guests.The hostess went up to meet him, as if she had been waiting for that person for a long time, and turned her head to greet me over and over again. The little boy also jumped up and waved at me, oh, maybe this is the person who led the way.I hurried over and took out my sketchbook and paintbrush to prepare for a new round of communication. The young man glanced at "Wolfdog" Green who was following me, was taken aback for a moment, and then smiled: "Are you the one looking for Nanka's father?" "Ah?!" The young man's fluent Chinese made me feel like a bosom friend, and I didn't need the sketchbook I had prepared. "Yes, it's me." I was very happy. The young man smiled heartily: "Duoji Qudan, just call me Dorji. Basang asked me to take you there." I nodded gratefully and introduced: "My name is Li Weiyi, and this is Green." Dorje pointed to Green: "Is this... a wolf?" He was a little uncertain: "This tail...?" I smiled until my eyes narrowed: "I rolled up his tail, otherwise it would be too eye-catching to walk with a wolf, and I'm afraid it will scare people." I lifted the base of the wolf's tail that was covered by long fur to show him .Dorji stretched out his hand excitedly to touch the back of the wolf, but Green suddenly turned his head, and he hastily withdrew his hand, rubbing the back of his hands alternately nervously, allowing Green to sniff his robe: "This is really a wolf." He looked intently. Seeing the wolf's tail, he laughed loudly: "You can tie the wolf's tail, you can figure it out." He was so happy that he couldn't straighten his waist: "Don't tell me, it really looks like a wolf dog just by looking at it like this. People on the grassland judged from a long distance." Wolves and dogs just look at their tails, which can fool people! Absolutely!" Although the hostess and the children couldn't understand our Chinese, they could guess what we were talking about by looking at the expressions and movements, and laughed along with them.Green kept turning his head and chasing after his awkward tail.Dorje communicated with the hostess in Tibetan for a while, then turned around and led two horses over and said, "Let's go." "Okay!" I picked up the tent that I had put away earlier, and said goodbye to the hostess. The hostess pulled my hand to signal me to wait, and when I was young, I took out a big sack from the tent and spoke enthusiastically.Green went up to him early, jumping and biting the sack. Dorji translated: "She said she would give you two lamb legs, and you can eat them on the way." No wonder Green was so excited. I grabbed Green by the wolf's mane to prevent him from snatching it. I thanked the hostess repeatedly, but I didn't have anything good to give back when I touched my body. I felt really sorry.I took off the necklace around my neck and gave it to the hostess. She smiled and waved her hands, pointing to the portrait of the little boy that had been hung in the tent, and spoke Tibetan with her thumb up. "She said, you're welcome, your painting yesterday is the best gift, and they like it very much." Duoji translated.The people in the depths of the prairie are really simple and affectionate, and gold and silver are just extraneous things to them, and this kind of delicate necklace does not match their bold and unrestrained personality.This kind of generous camaraderie is rare among urbanites who meet by chance.I took a lot of photos for them outside the tent: "I will definitely bring them to you next time I come over." The hostess was very happy to help me tie up the backpack sacks on the horse's back, and waved goodbye. Riding the horse and whipping to the foothills to the west, Green followed closely all the way, obsessed with the leg of lamb in the sack.Of course, the horse is not happy to be followed by a greedy wolf. His cocked tail is a good disguise to deceive people but not to the eyes of animals. As soon as Green approaches, the horse neighs and raises its hind legs to give him a kick to warn him. He "stay away from me!" Green didn't dare to act rashly, spread out Lingbo and followed behind, anyway, the horse couldn't get rid of him. I heard that Duoji was studying at a university in Chengdu, and it happened that he came home on the National Day, and he felt like a half-townsman, and he was much more cordial.He has a very good voice, and when he is happy, he sings a few words aloud. It seems that the young man is in a good mood. "Duoji, do you hate wolves?" I asked. "No," Duoji glanced at Green who was following behind, and replied with a smile, "I like wolves. I think they are smart and cuddly. As long as they are a member of the wolf pack, no one will be left behind." "Oh?" I think there is a story in Doji's answer. Dojile slowed down the reins, looking at a cloud floating far away in the sky, his memory was as slow as a cloud: I saw wolves when I was a child.One winter, the snow fell very heavily, which was the time when the wolves could hardly find food.I followed my father and four uncles from the county town to ride a motorcycle back to our ranch. We passed a landfill and saw animals like dogs moving on the snow from a distance.A group of people rode motorcycles and stopped on a higher road to take a closer look—it was wolves, two big wolves, and three half-sized wolves that were seven or eight months old.These five wolves were lying on the edge of a landfill pit dug out by an excavator. They were lined up in a column, with two big wolves at one end and one tail at the other, and three little wolves in the middle. The tails were drawn in a string like monkeys fishing for the moon. Each wolf grabbed hold of the snow with its paws to stand firm, and the last big wolf lay down with its back facing the deep pit, hanging its tail into the pit.And there seems to be something in the pit that has been jumping up.Dad saw it most clearly: a half-sized wolf fell into the pit!It was estimated that the wolves in this family could not find anything to eat in winter, so the male wolf and the female wolf took the four cubs to the garbage dump to try their luck, but one cub stumbled and fell into the deep pit.The edges of the three-meter-deep, four-to-five-meter-square hole were covered in slippery snow and ice, and the little wolf couldn't get out at all. The uncles were overjoyed, this is exactly what happened to the wolf's skin in the sky.Some of them drew knives, some copied wrenches for repairing cars, and some swung the iron chains that locked the cars. They slammed on the accelerator of motorcycles all the way and rushed over, yelling loudly to drive away wolves!The wolves were in a hurry, and all of them bared their teeth. The big male wolf in the front blatantly faced the iron chain and jumped on the motorcycle, as if protecting his family.The female wolf who was lying on the side of the pit to rescue kept wagging her tail and whining, and the little wolf at the bottom of the pit became even more anxious and jumped up desperately, but she couldn't catch the female wolf's tail.The five big men rushed closer and closer, and the three little wolves couldn't stand it any longer. They let go of their companions' tails one after another, and followed the male wolf to resist.During the confrontation, a wolf cub was thrown on its hind legs by an iron chain. It was estimated that its legs were broken at that time, and he rolled over and screamed in pain.The female wolf rushed forward to protect the cubs desperately.Seeing that they succeeded, the grown-ups yelled even louder, riding their bicycles and swinging their iron chains up to encircle and suppress them.At this time, the male wolf let out a series of strange howls, and all the wolves retreated immediately as if they had received an order. They ran far away and got through the fence before looking back.My father yelled that it was a pity. He said that if the herdsmen hadn't handed in all their guns, none of these wolves would be able to escape! The big wolf howled a few times on the hillside, and the remaining cubs in the pit fell silent, neither howled nor jumped, and stared fixedly at the people surrounding the pit.Only then did everyone realize that the pit was too slippery and steep, and it was difficult for even people to get up and down.The adults tried to whip a few times with the iron chain, but the little wolf lowered his head and dodged, but couldn't hit him at all!Knives and wrenches are even more useless!Half-grown wolves are already extremely aggressive, and people dare not get into the pit easily.After a while, the sky darkened, and the white hair wind began to blow.I was so cold that I shouted to go home. The adults saw that the snow was falling hard, so they had to go back first, and made an appointment to bring a long stick and rope to fight the wolf early in the morning. The next morning the wind and snow stopped, and a thick layer of snow covered the ground.When the adults were fully armed and went to hunt wolves again, they didn't know that the little wolf in the pit had disappeared.There is only a thin layer of fresh snow within a few meters of the pit, and the scratches of wolves are all under the fresh snow.Half of the snow in the pit was piled up on one side of the pit in a slope. There were circles of wolf footprints and planing marks on the snow in the pit.The adults were very disappointed. A knowledgeable person surveyed the scene and said: These wolves are too cunning. If we don’t have tools, we can’t catch their cubs. Let’s save our strength and don’t fight hard. Save the little wolf.How did you save it?It's like a snow filling project. The wolves above push all the snow at the mouth of the pit down to the pit, while the little wolves in the pit plan all the snow in one corner, stepping on it and compacting it, filling it into a hole. Slopes, and then laps and laps, rushing out of the pit along the accumulated snow slope.Dad went down the slope to the pit and pointed to the paw prints of the big wolf and said: The big wolf also jumped down to help, and maybe he even showed the little wolf how to make snow. "Which animal do you think is smarter than wolves on this grassland?" Dorji smiled proudly as he told this story, as if it was his feat of wisdom. "I just like wolves! These wolves are respectable, deplorable, and pitiful... My online name is Xuelang." He said to me, more like he was talking to himself. Yes, wolves are resourceful and die-hard wolf warriors in hunts, territorial fights, and defenses of family members.Green is for me, even if the enemy is outnumbered, he is not afraid. "By the way, who is Bin Laden to you?" Duoji asked abruptly. "Ah?" I was still immersed in Dorji's wolf story, and I was confused when I asked this question at first, "I'm no one. What's wrong?" "Oh, it's nothing." Dorje smiled slightly, "I also know about this little wolf. But I didn't expect him to come back. And he has grown so big?" Dorji said with emotion. "Oh? How did you know that?" I've been brooding about Green's childhood. "Wolves can't find food. How can they live without sheep? People here haven't seen wolves for a long time. In the past, poaching was rampant, and wolves were almost wiped out. Some people even skinned wolves and sold them. There are no wolves in the grasslands. What is it called a grassland?" Duoji was a little sad looking at the vast grassland on horseback, and then said, "At that time, I saw a wolf. Nanka's father was very happy, and he talked about the wolf's past when he met everyone. , As a result, the gossip spread quickly, and within a few days some poachers found out about it, so they secretly set the trap outside the Abba Ranch in Nanka, and beat the male wolf. I also saw that the wolf trap had a good The size of a wolf claw that was bitten off." I looked down at Green, saddened.Well...Green, that's your father. "The death of the female wolf and her litter of cubs is even more regrettable. In those few days when Nanka's father was away, the poachers went up to the mountain to poison them in the name of eliminating harm. Go and clean up the traces on the ground to erase the human smell. Can the she-wolf not smell it? When my father came back and found out, he took the herdsmen up the mountain and almost got into a fight with the poachers!" "Oh?" I didn't know there was such a thing, but my father didn't mention it at the beginning.I immediately understood why the poisoned female wolf would tear up her fur before she died, so as not to let her skin fall into human hands again. Why wouldn't it hurt her heart to lure her with the smell of her dead husband? "Abba insisted that wolves should not be killed on the sacred mountain, and forced to bring back the living cubs, but those cubs had been fed milk and died one after another. There was only one cub that was crushed by the mother wolf He didn’t get any milk, so Dad said that it was God’s will for the wolf cub to survive. Dad believes in Buddhism, because he has always been worried about this matter. It has brought disaster to this pack of wolves." Dorji finished speaking in one breath, and rode forward. It’s no wonder that Nanka’s father was very reticent at that time. He was always reluctant to go into details when I asked him many times, and he was also a little wary of a stranger like me.Only then did I understand what my father said to me before he left: "...if I can save his life, it will be my atonement for the she-wolf. Humans and wolves have no other choice." I clamped my horse's belly and took a few steps: "Where did those poachers come from? Are they Tibetans or Han Chinese?" As soon as I asked the question, I immediately regretted it. It would be fine if we were of the same ethnicity. Now As a Han Chinese, if I ask this question to a Tibetan boy, no matter how I answer it, it will be an embarrassing answer. "Over the years, there have been too many people coming and going on the grassland, and there are too many temptations. Driven by economic interests, they all look at the immediate benefits. Who can guarantee that there is no scum in their own nation?" Duoji's answer is very simple. Be objective and don't mind my inadvertent mistakes.I quickly changed the topic: "So those little wolves may have been poisoned to death by drinking milk?" "Probably." Duoji replied, "The only one alive was taken away by a girl named Osama bin Laden." "Osama bin Laden?" I scratched my head, why didn't I get the name right?Could it be that I was looking for a long time and made a mistake again? "That's right, Osama bin Laden, that's a strange name. My father said that the girl has very long braids, which are rare in the local area. Well, if you don't know her, where did this wolf come from?" The long braids matched again, I bit my lip and felt confused... Suddenly I remembered something. When I stayed in the grassland to take care of the little wolf cubs, one evening I was sitting outside the tent combing my hair. The silent old father spoke for the first time: "Tibetans can't Comb your hair." I quickly put away my comb: "Abba, I'm not a Tibetan." "Oh." The old dad nodded, "Like us prairie people." I chuckled and said, "Then Dad, please give me a Tibetan name." The old dad thought for a while and said, "Lazer (beautiful) or Loden (wise) are good names, you choose." "Hehe, I'm too lazy to choose," I smiled mischievously, "I want them all, so why not just choose one word for each and call me Osama bin Laden." ... Recalling this, it suddenly dawned on me. I didn’t expect that the serious old dad would always remember a casual joke at the beginning.I sighed deeply, pulled out the hairpin and let down my long hair, and stood up on my horse: "I am Osama bin Laden." The look and feel of saying this was so weird, and I laughed out loud as soon as I finished speaking. "What?" Duoji didn't understand.I hurriedly told Dorje the ins and outs.Duoji laughed: "Haha, I said that the girl's family has such a thunderous name, so that's what happened. However, thanks to the fact that the name is so easy to remember, I can remember it until now." Duoji happily shouted two times. Throat, remembered something again, turned to me and said: "Do you know how I know you?" "Didn't Nanka's father say that?" "That's right, but he didn't want to say anything at first, but when I went to visit him on May 1st, he gave me a mobile phone and insisted on asking me to call Bin Laden for him," Duoji couldn't help laughing again Get up, "After I charged it up, it was an empty phone with no number and a weird name. I said that Dad was fooled, but he insisted that he can see people right." "Oh, is it a red phone?" I asked hurriedly. "right!" "That's mine, I pulled out the card, oh..." I understood in an instant, I originally wanted to exchange something for Green, but my father didn't want this or that, just took the phone to read Look, I naturally thought that what he liked was the mobile phone, so I took out my card, deleted the records, and gave it to him, and then I took Green away with peace of mind.Unexpectedly, this simple old man has been waiting for my call on the vast grassland with this empty mobile phone.I seem to see the figure of the old father, looking at the holy mountain in front of the tent, chanting scriptures, shaking the prayer wheel, and watching the news of peace day and night with piety and expectation.I secretly regretted that at that time, in my concept, exchanging one thing for another was the way urban people should do, but in the heart of the old man, it was an entrustment of life that was difficult to exchange for value.At this moment, I feel even more urgent to see my old father again. I want to repay his trust, and I want him to see the little wolf Green he entrusted to me—this is the news of safety that is half a year late. 一位哲人说：“我们走得太快，是该停下来等等自己的灵魂了。”这是对生命最初的审视。什么时候人们开始行色匆匆，忙到不再去理解与思索，忙到不再留意身边的点滴真情……很多人叹道：要让现代人感动太难了，或许感动本身已经很难了。在这拜金主义浪潮的冲击下很多东西都变了味。人们开始麻木，开始怀疑，有了欺骗与利用，有了隔阂与交换，甚至感情与生命也不能在交换中幸免。 在草原——远离尘嚣的草原，蛮荒的大地，我找回了一件人们或失落已久的东西——生命中最单纯的感动与真诚。