"Green! Green...is that you?" I shone a flashlight on a black shadow raised on the snow in front of me, and shouted twice. Lang Ying stood up in response, shaking the snow on his body, and the iron chain around his neck rattled.In the night, this wolf was chained outside the iron railing wall of the SWAT team near the roadside, and a pair of green eyes stared timidly at the light of our flashlight.He buried his head and raised his ears, trying to shrink his pupils, trying to see clearly the person behind the light.Two large Tibetan mastiffs were tied four or five meters away from him, barking at our flashlights and biting their chains.

Yifeng said in a deep voice: "As long as Green is still there, don't disturb the people in the army, we will come back at dawn." I know very well that the Tibetan mastiff is powerful at night, so I turned off the flashlight and left quietly. It is late at night on January 25, 2013, and there are still fourteen days left before the Chinese New Year.It was snowing heavily on the Ruoergai Grassland, and the snow on the sidewalk trees was getting heavier and heavier, with some branches almost hanging down to the ground.The county town was very deserted, and there was only one hotel with a business sign, and we became the only tenants of this hotel.

I sat in front of the window with a cup of hot water in my hand, with a gap in the window, blowing the snowy wind, trying to calm down my anxiety, I had to find a way to save Green. This worrying son of the wolf has been away from us for more than 700 days since he returned to the wolf pack on February 2, 2011. During these more than 700 days and nights, there is not a day when I miss him. The photos of Green when he was a child, the images of us together, the TV remote control panel with tooth marks, the painting with small paw prints... I cherish every thing I can remember, as if only in this way will not be Time to take away.

High-rise buildings were built on the open space in the suburbs where we walked with Green, the green belt became a parking lot, and the roofs of the buildings were covered with billboards... I often sit by the window of the city like this, using Green's perspective Watch the changes outside.Memories are slowly getting old, only the new city is becoming more and more strange. I wrote Green's story to let more people remember this little wolf, and let more eyes pay attention to the survival of Chinese wolves.What people are most concerned about is how Green is doing now, is he still alive?Whenever people ask about it, my heart tightens. I am very afraid that one day there will be news that Green has been arrested and killed, and I will even dream of Green howling in hunger and cold at night.How many times have I wanted to find him, but I was afraid that the cub who had finally been released would be rejected by the wolves if called by "relatives".I am even more afraid that I will never find him again...

Yifeng and I were still in Chengdu this morning.I turned on the computer as usual to start my day's work, but suddenly saw an urgent message from a reader pop up on Weibo: "Weiyi, I just came back from a trip to Ruoergai Grassland, and Green has been caught and chained. Selling it at the gate of the special police force!" There was a roar in my head, and for a moment I couldn't read the words on the screen clearly.Green was brought up by people, and he was not wary of people. Since we released him to the grassland, I have been worrying day and night that he will be caught. I didn't expect the long-standing nightmare to finally come true.Impatiently, I called Shang Yifeng and drove back to Ruoergai immediately!

When we arrived at Ruoergai Grassland, it was already past twelve o’clock at night. We found the special police unit that readers mentioned in the dark. We got out of the car and searched around the iron railing wall of the army. tied wolf. Although it was too dark to see clearly at the time, when I called "Green", the wolf did stand up. It seemed that he still remembered his name. He might have recognized us.The more I thought about it, the more chilling I became—why was Green on the order again?Could it be that he couldn't survive this winter and was caught when he came to the human land to look for food?Or maybe, those people saw that Green was not afraid of people and trapped him?

"Oops!" My heart tightened, "The special police force is a law enforcement agency. Could it be that Green got into trouble? Did he hurt someone?" "No. It's not that a person has broken the law and is in prison. Besides, we know Green's character too well. He can't hurt people. If a wolf really hurt someone, he must have been killed long ago. How could he sell it?" What about it?" Yifeng said. I chewed the netizen's message word by word, and it didn't feel right: "The law enforcement department will definitely not sell wild animals... Did the netizen say something wrong? What is the situation?"

"No matter what the situation is, what we are most worried about is that Green is dead. Although he is caught now, he is still alive. As long as he is alive, there is always a way to rescue him. Having such an experience of being caught, next time he will learn Be smart." At dawn, we drove to the side of the road closest to the wall of the special police force. The two Tibetan mastiffs were still there, but Green was gone. Only a piece of iron chain was dragging on the snow in front of the wall.Our hearts turned cold. Could it be that the people inside were alarmed last night and Green was taken away so quickly?

"Green! Green!" We rolled down the window and yelled a few times, but there was no movement. Unwilling to give up, I got out of the car and approached a little closer, cupping my hands with my mouth together: "Oh——" The snowdrift in front of the wall arched twice, and Green stood up covered in snow, staring at me.he is!Hiding in the snow nest!My heart was about to burst out of my chest: "Green, don't be afraid, mom is here." I stared at the barking Tibetan mastiff as I said it, and walked around cautiously. under the belly. Almost close, I whimpered in my throat.Wolf was all too familiar with this voice.Green straightened the chain and leaned his head over to sniff.I hastily stretched out my hand, hugged Green, who was like a snow doll, and brushed away the snow on his head... Hey, there is no scar on his forehead!Hold up the wolf's face and look again, strange eyes!He is not Green!I let go with an "oops" and backed away, and the "heartbeat" turned into "heartbeat" in an instant!The news of Green's arrest was preconceived. When I was close to the wolf, I was wary of the Tibetan mastiff, and I didn't look carefully. I recklessly hugged a strange wolf!

Looking at that wolf again, he was more nervous than me, shaking the snow off his body, clamping his tail tightly, and sticking his ears to the back of his head.Around his neck was a leather collar with a dead button, which was so tight that it was almost embedded in the flesh. The fur around his neck had long been worn bald, and the hairball at his throat was covered with dark red bruises and stuck to the collar. , he has apparently been chained for a long time.He tentatively sniffed my scent, stuck out his tongue and licked the back of my hand vigorously, his hoarse voice was accompanied by the coughing and panting of the iron chain strangling his throat.Although they have different eyes and different wolves, the friendly expression and whining sound begging to be touched are very similar to Green's when he was a child.How was he chained here?I grabbed my heart and stretched out my hand instinctively, allowing him to put his fingers in his mouth and bite gently, hoping that he would stop struggling and stop letting the collar go deeper into his throat...

What a long-lost feeling is the warm wolf kiss.I took a closer look at this wolf: his mouth is very light, less than two years old, probably because he has been chained for a long time and malnourished, he is as thin as a lightning bolt; although he has already grown up, his figure is only eight months old. the size of.Caressing the back of the wolf, under the cover of the long mane, his spine is like an ax blade.He was so skinny I could put my fist between his shoulder blades through the fur.I remembered that there was a toffee in the bag that the reader gave Green, so I took out a handful and peeled it to him. "You girl is brave enough, but he won't bite you." In the army compound, four or five people in special police uniforms were drawn out by the barking of the Tibetan mastiff, "Do you want this wolf? Sell it to you." Really want to sell?I looked at those people in surprise, and subconsciously glanced at the door of the SWAT team. "Where did this wolf come from? How could you sell it? You... are the police...?!" I stared at the police sign on the chest of the werewolf. Someone heard my tone was wrong and asked, "What do you guys do?" Yifeng answered quickly: "We are here for tourism. I heard that there are wolves for sale here. Come and ask." Feeling like the buyer, the other party was amused, and said openly: "It's this wolf, how much do you give?" Yifeng asked back: "How much do you want?" The SWAT laughed. "A few days ago someone offered 15,000 yuan, and I'm still thinking about it. Look at this wolf fur, it's worth 7,000 to 8,000 yuan at least. Just don't want the bad skin up to the neck." He rubbed the base of the wolf's neck with his palm. After making a cutting movement, he stretched out his hand to pinch the wolf's jaw, and opened the mouth like a livestock show, "Look at how complete this wolf tooth is. We feed it with leftovers and water. We haven't chewed on the bones, and there is no wear and tear. Four A single tusk is worth two to three thousand. This wolf tongue, dig it out before it dies, is the best asthma medicine. Wolf meat nourishes energy and strengthens courage, and wolf bones and legs are to ward off evil spirits...Sincerely, 20,000! You take it." The wolf broke free from its mouth and hid beside my legs, its mane stood on end. He might not understand what these people were saying, but he definitely understood what was going to happen to him. I couldn't help but say, "Wolves are protected animals. Did you know that trafficking wild animals is illegal?" "Are you talking to us about the Fa?" The special policeman smiled, "Stop talking about such gossip, buy it if you want it, and leave if you don't buy it." One word choked me back.Yifeng pulled me behind and smoothed things over with those special policemen, trying to find out the origin of the wolf.The special police only said that the wolf was raised from a chain, and did not say anything more about the rest.Yifeng had no choice but to give up: "Let's do this, don't sell the wolf for now, let's discuss it and come back tomorrow. Can this collar be loosened?" "Don't let go! Just kidding, it's a wolf! He'll break free and run if he takes the slightest chance!" Although this wolf is not Green, those who love and respect wolves can't watch wolves being slaughtered.Back then it was so difficult for us to send a little wolf back to the wolf pack, even risking our lives, because we know that if every wolf dies on the grassland, there will be one less.This wolf must be saved! Yifeng and I have discussed again and again that we cannot buy wolves. Once we buy them, the news that selling wolves is profitable will spread, and more people will catch wolves and take away their cubs, which will further encourage the trend of poaching and selling.For this matter, you have to find the leader of the army. After all, this is the special police selling wolves at the gate of the government department. It is impossible for the leader to ignore the law-breaking matter. In the morning of the next day, we went outside the wall of the SWAT team again to make sure that the Tibetan mastiff had been tied up before carefully approaching the wolf.The wolf wagged its tail in a friendly way at us, and its nose moved slightly.I patted his head, and just as I took out the toffee and pieces of meat, the docile wolf suddenly stood up, its fangs bared, and a pair of front paws clawed at me!Yifeng screamed "Oops" and quickly pulled me away. The wind of "huh" passed, and the wolf's claws swung down from my face, and the flesh in my hand was knocked off with one claw.The wolf swooped up to grab the meat, with a "crash", the iron chain was tightened, and the wolf watched the meat fall to the ground. "Get out of the way! He smells meat!" Yifeng shouted anxiously. I staggered back and reached out to touch my face. It was a little hot, but fortunately I didn't scratch it. The two of them were in shock. Regardless of the iron chain strangling his throat, the wolf flew forward again and again, but the meat on the ground was always a little bit short, and he couldn't reach it.The wolf was strangled until it hissed hoarsely, its teeth snapped and cracked, and its eyeballs popped out of their sockets, so red that it almost bleeds! He has never seen meat? !I didn't dare to reach out again, so I quickly picked up a wooden stick and picked the meat over.The wolf bit the stick in one bite, as if expelling a competitor.He quickly grabbed the meat and took it to the corner of the wall, protected it with his claws, bared his teeth and looked around, growling in a low voice to warn the competitors around him.It wasn't until we slowly retreated to a distance that made him feel at ease that the wolf put away its fierce look, moved its claws away, licked off the dirt on the meat, and sniffed deeply, like examining a treasure.He calmed down his breath, let out two hoarse coughs, and buried his head to loosen the collar around his neck a little.He didn't gobble it up right away, but stared at the meat in front of him in a daze.After a while he closed his eyes reverently, leaned down on his upper body, rubbed his neck on his flesh, rolled over, got up and shook his hair, switched to the other side of his body, and rolled again... I couldn't bear to watch, this action is all too familiar to us.Little Green worshiped in the same way when he found the whole dead lamb for the first time.Green was lucky, but this adult wolf could only perform the ancient wolf ritual on this small piece of meat the size of a palm under the restraint of iron chains.Although he, like Green, stayed away from the wolves since he was a child, the tradition of the wolf clan is imprinted deep in their memories. It wasn't until the "food sacrifice" was finished that he chewed the piece of meat and swallowed it hard into the throat of the tight collar.Seeing the bulge of meat in the wolf's throat squeeze through the leather collar, Yifeng and I couldn't help but gritted our teeth and stuck our necks, as if we could help him chew and swallow.After swallowing the meat, the wolf found the toffee scattered all over the floor and ate it up. Then he came over and put his paws on my knees, licking our hands aggrievedly.As I crouched down, he sniffed again with his wet nose where he had nearly scratched my cheek.I touched noses with him, the wolf should be like this when it sees the meat, how could it blame you.Yifeng held up the wolf's claws, but the claws that should have been sharp had already been worn bald on the concrete floor.Wolf, bear with it a little longer, we will find someone to let you go home later. Most people in Tibetan areas go to work very late in winter.Near noon, a few people gradually moved around in the army.As soon as we reached the gate of the special police unit, we were stopped by guards with guns, not to mention looking for the leader of the unit, and the door was not allowed to enter.I argued with the surrounding special police to demand that the wolves be released, but they were said to be causing trouble.The two sides got more and more tense, and Yifeng tried to persuade me to go back to the car: "If you don't go in, don't go in. This is the army, don't force your way! We wait at the door, and we can always wait until the leader comes out." The idea is certain, every day we go outside the fence to see the wolf, and cut the meat into small pieces that are easy to swallow for him.Then quietly waited near the troops, but three days passed without waiting for a person in charge.The Spring Festival is approaching, and they are all on holiday. By the fourth day, we both felt very depressed.The more he looked at the wolf, the more he missed Green.Suddenly I really want to go back to my old place and go to Langshan Langdong Langdu Beach.I haven't been back for a long time, and I don't know if Green is still in that area. Walking in Langdu Beach, the place where we once lived with Green, is full of memories everywhere. After getting out of the car and walking for more than an hour, the two remained silent. As soon as they turned over the hill in front of Langshan Mountain, Yifeng exclaimed.I looked up - a small black spot on the mountainside, isn't that the little house we used to live in?But when we came back a year ago, we clearly saw that the hut had been torn down by the strong wind, and we were still sad by the ruins for a long time. Now... I took off my sunglasses and took a closer look. The little house in the white snow turned out to be like a dream The same still stands on the mountainside, as if it has been waiting for the belated master there. We ran quickly to the hut on the mountainside.The hut has been repaired, a few wooden beams and columns have been added, the fiberglass tiles on the roof have been straightened out, and stones have been pressed to prevent the wind.The bricks used to build the wall are old and new, the old wall on the northeast side is still the original one, and the new wall on the west side widens the area of ​​the house by more than one meter.The doors and windows are also from the past, and the scratches from Green scratching the door can be vaguely seen.The windows were blocked by the debris piled up in the house, and the door was half-opened. I looked in through the crack of a palm-width door. The room was dark, covered with spider webs, and exuded a dusty smell. Apparently no one has lived there for a long time.The breeze blew through the cracks in the lintel, blowing a soft whine, like the lullaby I hummed softly to Green when he was a child.My eyes were flooded, and I held my breath and slowly pushed open the door. "Squeak——" What a familiar voice... The sun shines into the room, and the awakened motes dance in the light. Where the dust falls, Our used stove, mattresses, kettles, cow dung baskets are all there, and even the cow skulls we picked up from the wolf mountain before are leaning against the door.Looking around, there are shadows of Greene and us floating everywhere, and the past events in the house seem to gather into a vortex, which instantly dragged me into the depths of time. It’s still that window—I remember that year when sandstorms covered the sky, I sat in front of this window, and helped Green dig out the yellow sand in his nostrils with “cotton swabs” made of wolf fluff and grass sticks, and Yifeng lit candles for us Light up, and asked with a smile: "The yellow-robed monster written in the book is probably Tang Seng and the others encountered a sandstorm, right?" Whenever the storm makes it impossible to go out for food, Green and I lie in front of this window, hungry and waiting for the weather to clear up. On the plateau in severe winter, if you can't eat meat, you don't even have the strength to breathe.I still remember that after Yifeng and I couldn't help but ate the rabbit that Green hid in the snow nest, we also hid under this window. A few days later, we saw Green buried the rabbit for us again in the snow nest. When Green raised his head and looked at the hut, the bridge of the wolf's nose was covered with snow. I will never forget the deep gaze Green cast into the window. It’s still the same cow dung basket—when Yifeng went out to pick up cow dung, Green, who was next to him, followed suit and threw a stone into the basket.Yifeng picked up the stone and threw it away, and Green threw away the whole basket of cow dung. It was the same mattress—the three of us huddled together on winter nights, with Green snoring right next to my ear. It was still the same iron stove—that winter, Green, who had not been able to hunt for several days, was so hungry that he gnawed grass roots and spit out mud.Fortunately, I picked up a frozen wild duck before winter and kept it for Green.So I turned on the stove and boiled water to thaw the duck meat.Green, who was very hungry, smelled the meat, stood on the stove, and ate the meat directly from the boiling water pot; the stirred water splashed on the iron stove, and white smoke rose. "Aren't you afraid of being hot?" I was taken aback, wondering if it wasn't hot?I reached out to touch the iron stove, but it made me screech. At that time, I admired Green, and the wolf claws were so hot.Yifeng said with a smile: "He has practiced iron sand palm..." Those days of joy in bitterness, those years of anticipation in torment, and the scenes spent together are all sealed in this small room. I laughed when I thought about it, and tears flowed down my face when I smiled. Yifeng's eye circles are also red. "We lived here with Green for more than half a year, but now thinking about it, it feels like something happened in our previous life..." He picked up the cow skull by the door and rubbed it, "I picked it up after the wolves hunted down the yaks. .I don’t know if those wolves are still there..." Watching Yifeng put the ox skull back by the door, my eyes were fixed on the door. I pushed Yifeng to take a closer look. There were two or three faint claw marks with mud on the door, half a person's height from the middle of the door. The place was dragged down for more than a foot, which seemed to be the trace of a canine animal standing up and pushing the door. Yifeng compared the paw prints, a little excited: "Is it a wolf's paw print or a dog's paw print?" The hearts of both of them were beating loudly, and we all hoped that it would be the first answer. "Wolf paw prints!" I wishfully chose the answer following the rhythm of my heartbeat. In fact, the fuzzy paw marks that have been weathered for many days are basically indistinguishable. "That must be Green, he has also come back." Yifeng is more subjective than me.But the answer struck a chord in me. Green, is that really you?Have you come back after a certain rain, stepping on the mud?Did you want to cry like your mother the moment you opened the door? The more I thought about it, the more excited I got, I picked up the cow dung basket and ran out of the house: "Pick up cow dung, light a fire, we are home! There are fireworks in the hut, and Green will see us." Yifeng grabbed me and shook his head apprehensively: "Who rebuilt it again? I'm afraid the herders will come before Green comes." Cold water... yeah, the cabin has a new owner and we're just passing through.I put down the cow dung basket in frustration. The hut in front of me is both friendly and strange, revealing a bit of desolation... After leaving the hut, we wandered aimlessly on the grassland, as if we could not feel tired only when we were exhausted from running around. It wasn't until evening that they couldn't walk anymore, so they sat down on the pasture and watched a ewe in the flock not far away give birth to a lamb. At this time, a herdsman rode over to check on the newborn lamb. He was surprised to see a stranger resting in his pasture. He pulled down the scarf covering his face and greeted us: "Ah Ruo, my name is Zeren, please Pinching Achazi (what's your name)?" Zeren, a Tibetan man in his early forties, has dark skin, broad eyebrows, a straight nose, kindly eyes, and a rough beard. When he smiles, he shows white and neat teeth. . Zeren chatted with us for a few words and then enthusiastically pulled Yifeng up: "Let's go, it's very cold, don't sit here, come to my house as a guest, the stove is warm! There is a lot of butter tea!" We happily headed to Zeren'an's home on Yuanmu.It is incomprehensible in the city to ask a stranger to visit your house as soon as you meet, but it is common on the grassland.When you see the simple smiles of the herdsmen, you will feel that time has also slowed down, staying in a world without barriers. "Yuanmu" is the respectful name of the original herdsmen on the prairie in the Tibetan area for their pastures, which means that nomadism is their origin, the pasture is the foundation of their survival, and the grassland people never forget their origin.Some people also call it "Yuanmu", which means that it is too far away from modern life. "Is it 'Yuanmu' or 'Yuanmu'?" I asked Zeren. "'Yuanmu' means 'Yuanmu'." Zeren led the way by the car with a smile, and chatted with me through the window, "People who love herding call it 'Yuanmu', and those who are afraid of herding call it' Yuanmu'. In recent years, the grassland has become more and more open, and some herdsmen no longer herd herds. They go to the city to do business, open hotels, open Tibetan homes, and live a settled life. Their pastures are either rented out to others, Either contract it to the miners to dig peat and dig stones, and the ranchers just sit and collect money. At first, some herdsmen thought that mud could be sold for money, anyway, there was a lot of it, so they dug casually. A few years ago, the Japanese bought a lot of peat, which was so cheap Very, ten yuan for a tractor. After the peat was dug away, all the sand underneath was exposed, and the grass no longer grew. Those herdsmen realized that the pasture was destroyed, and they sold their lifeblood... My family also has a house in a settlement , but it is rare to go back to live once a year, I still stay on Yuanmu, looking at the cattle, sheep and pastures, I feel at ease." Zeren Yuanmu’s home is a small wooden house, clean and tidy, with Buddha statues and Thangkas enshrined on the walls, and the house smells strongly of Tibetan fragrance and ghee.There is a Tibetan iron stove in the middle of the room, and a basket of dried cow dung is placed behind the stove. Zeren lifted the furnace cover, shook the ashes in the hearth with an iron chisel, broke off a few pieces of dried cow dung and placed them in a hollow pile in the hearth; he took another piece of dry cow dung the size of a fist, turned around and walked from the corner of the hut. He took out a small bottle of liquid from under the cabinet, unscrewed the cap, poured a little on the piece of dry cow dung in his hand, and tightened the cap. I smelled a pungent smell: "Is it gasoline?" "Well, there are no newspapers on the grassland, and we can't find anything like sawdust, so most of the herdsmen use gasoline to light the fire." Zeren said with a smile, "But gasoline is not easy to find here, so I'll just ask the relationship for this small bottle." Come." He lit the dry cow dung stained with gasoline with a match, put it in the furnace, closed the furnace cover, opened the damper, and the fire burned in an instant. "Next time, bring some paraffin for you, it's more convenient to start a fire." "What is paraffin?" (What is paraffin?) "Paraffin... fuel." I don't know how to translate it, "You will know when I bring it." Zeren was busy making tea, his Chinese is not good, and when he couldn't understand, he would watch us compare pictures.Our Tibetan language was even worse, and when we couldn’t understand Zeren’s words, we always subconsciously stared at his chest—waiting for “subtitles.”However, this small obstacle does not affect our communication. If we grasp the key words, we can always guess the meaning correctly.When we mentioned our old friend Zhaxi, Ze Ren laughed. "Tashi is my half-brother! He is the village chief now, and he is busy building the Hope Primary School in the village." He told a long story about what Tashi had done in recent years, and then asked after taking a breath: "In such a cold season, you came to the prairie for tourism, right?" I hesitated a little, but Yifeng said, "We are... looking for wolves. That is, uh... Bangke (Tibetan, wolf)!" "Bangke? Oh..." Zeren stared at us for a while, as if thinking of something, "Tashi has two Han friends who raised a wolf named Green, and later released the wolf in this grassland. , is that you?" Yifeng and I looked at each other nervously. I didn't expect him to know us, let alone Green. I didn't know how to answer for a while, because I didn't understand the herdsman's views on wolves.Seeing our expressions, Zeren was even more sure: "On this grassland, there have always been only wolf hunters and no wolf hunters, so there are quite a few people in the village who know about you. Don't worry, Tashi told us Green's story, I have dealt with wolves all my life, and this is the first time I know that wolves can be so kind to people. You are also good people, and the Bodhisattva will bless you.” After hearing these words, we were relieved, not only grateful to the kind-hearted Zeren, but even more grateful to Tashi. Seeing us relax, Zeren smiled: "This pasture was assigned to me more than a year ago. When I was touring the field, I found a hut on the other side of the mountain. Tashi told me that it was the place where you and the wolf lived. Later, I saw the hut collapsed, which was a pity, so I rebuilt it and rested there during summer grazing; I tried my best to make it the same as before. The wolf recognizes the old place, and maybe it will come back. I have all the things in it. Didn't throw it away." It turned out that the hut was repaired by him, and I was deeply moved: "Zeren, we must make you our friend!" "Okay! We will be good friends for life! If you want to find Green, I will help you! Also, I will teach you to speak Tibetan. Your Tibetan is too poor." Yifeng laughed and said, "Your Chinese is also struggling." "Haha, as long as you understand it!" Zeren poured a bowl of cooked butter tea for each of us. The sweet butter tea warms our hearts and bosoms. There is nothing more gratifying than meeting a sincere friend in the wind and snow It's over. "Zeren, you said just now that wolves know the old place and will go back to that hut. We saw paw prints on the door of the hut. Is it from a wolf or a dog?" I zoomed in on the photo of the door on my phone. Show Zeren. Zeren thought for a while: "It's been a month or so at least. There was a heavy snowfall last month. After the snow melted, the ground was covered with this kind of mud. The mud paw prints should have been made at that time." Ze Ren Ren looked at it for a long time: "Hehe, it's either a wolf scratching or a dog scratching. It's too fancy to say. But...dogs generally don't dare to push people's doors. According to the rules of the grassland, dogs are not allowed to enter the house. They knew from an early age that they would be beaten if they entered the house." I'm happy, so there is at least a little more than half the possibility of being a wolf's paw print?If those were really wolf paw prints, maybe only Green, a wolf with special experience, would approach this place of memory... I was sad for a while, thinking of the sadness we felt when we returned to the hut, if Green really went back In the hut, the people who were closest to him are gone, what kind of mood will he feel when the house is full of depression?Why did he go back?Will he go again?Ugh…… When talking about wolves, everyone naturally talked about the wolf tied at the door of the SWAT team.It is said that he was originally a wolf cub confiscated by the special police from poachers. He was tied up with dogs and ate leftovers.I heard that a drug dealer wanted to buy the wolf, but the price was not negotiated.The wolves had been chained outside the SWAT team for a long time, and people in several nearby villages knew about it. We chatted until dark before Zeren sent us out.Stepping over the threshold and seeing the road, Yifeng stomped his feet habitually and slapped his hands before suddenly remembering that this is not a city corridor with voice-activated lights. Ze Ren wondered, "What do you mean by clapping your hands and stomping your feet?" Yifeng laughed awkwardly: "It's nothing, it's the habit of city people." Zeren let out an "oh", thoughtfully: "Do you have to do this when you go out and go home?" "It's all the same." I giggled, "Next time you come to the grassland, I'll bring you some headlamps, which are flashlights on your head, so you won't be afraid of the dark when you go out at night." "Is there such a thing? Great!" Tsering thanked happily, "My wife Rinzeng Wangmo has to get up at three o'clock in the morning in summer to milk the cows. She can't spare her hand for milking, so she always holds them in her mouth." The flashlight is on. She has been busy until dawn every day, and her mouth is so numb that she can't speak. The numbness of the mouth is a trivial matter. A family member in a neighboring village tied the horse with a flashlight in his mouth, but the horse kicked the flashlight into his throat. The person was rescued, but he is still dumb until now. I have been worried about my wife, the headlight is good, these advanced things cannot be bought on the grassland." For more than ten days after we met Zeren, we went to visit the wolf at the gate of the special police unit every day and brought him some meat to eat.We couldn't find the army leader during the holiday, and we couldn't think of any way to save the wolf for a while.And Zeren took us every day to look for wolves along the area where Green had been active, hoping to find traces of Green, but they found nothing. With the division of the pasture and the interference of human activities, the wolves left in the Langshan Langdutan area are almost invisible.There have been many changes here—new fences, newly planted telephone poles, newly erected communication base stations, newly built Tibetan home entertainment and sightseeing platforms, and a newly built gravel roadbed leading to the depths of the grassland. The cattle and sheep are bigger than before. More and less grass than before.Two years ago, in the middle of the mountain pass and the second mountain range, there were a lot of hares and voles, jumping around on the hillside full of wild flowers. Green and I often catch rabbits here, but now, these two places have disappeared. Deserted... Only those rabbit holes are still sunken under the yellow sand. what a pity.I opened the photo album on my mobile phone, compared the location, and showed Zeren the photos of this place two years ago. I regret to describe that there used to be grass and flowers here. When the flowers bloomed, Green and I were blowing dandelions against the sunset on this hillside. At that time, there were still groups of hares here, and Green could always catch them to eat. "Too many rabbits is not a good thing." Zeren smiled wryly, "But now that there is nothing, it is even worse." "The pastures are like that. Haven't the herdsmen thought about raising less cattle and sheep?" "City people like as many houses and cars as possible, and grassland people like as many cattle and sheep as possible. For a reason, they are both a symbol of wealth." I took another photo from the same angle.The mobile phone is still the original mobile phone, and I am still the original me, standing on the hillside where Green and I used to play, but "people are not Jing Fei".Nature should never grow old, the more primitive it is, the more vibrant it is, but I clearly feel that the grassland in front of me is getting old, even faster than me. It's New Year's Eve in a blink of an eye, and most people on the grasslands have returned to their settlements to celebrate the New Year. Only when there are few people can wolves appear.We decided to go to Daiweiruo Village, which is deeper in the grassland.In the winter two years ago, the last time we saw Green follow a pack of wolves to round up yaks was in Daiweiruo Village.The mountain roads in that village are difficult to walk, and the population is sparsely populated. It is probably the place where the "Green" wolf group spends the winter.