Tibetan Mastiff Notes

Chapter 1 This is the real mastiff (1)
[-]. Meet the noble and indifferent purebred Tibetan Mastiff Dahei for the first time
I am a retired special soldier. I wanted to apply to stay for another two years after the expiration of my service, but I had to retire early because of my physical injuries.On the day I left, the team received a task from a superior, and time was tight, so my comrades could not come to see me off.Only Heizi, my best buddy, applied for a 10-minute leave to see me off.In fact, the luggage is very simple, except for a little nostalgia from the military camp, there is nothing else.Like all soldiers who are about to leave the army, I am very melancholy, as if the end of the world is just around the corner, and I don't know where I am going.Although far away, there is another place called "home" waiting for me.

Heizi is fully armed, with colorful camouflage on his face, his beloved black sniper rifle on his right shoulder, and my luggage in his left hand.Heizi always likes to polish his guns.Like Heizi, I love guns like my life.We are all snipers and have won awards in martial arts competitions. It is not shameless to say that our sniper marksmanship can be regarded as first-class.But now, Heizi can still have that unique honor, but I have to stay away from this place, and I can no longer touch my beloved sniper rifle.My heart is hurting!

Heizi is indeed a good buddy, he patted me on the shoulder carelessly, and said: "Don't go home, go to my hometown, I promise you will like that place, I will introduce you to a good friend, a woman, also named Heizi Heizi is a Tibetan, and later moved to Beijing. Last year, he went back to his hometown to visit relatives. After he came down from the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau, he would chatter with his comrades about what he had seen and heard as soon as he arrived in the army. The dog—to be exact, not a dog, but a mastiff.

The mastiff's name is Heizi, she is maternal, and her master also calls her Dahei.The "good friend, girl" that Heizi said was this female mastiff.In Heizi's heart, this female mastiff has a sense of mystery like a pilgrimage. I still can't understand it now, but I hope I will in the future.

"Okay, I can't see you off anymore! I really hate you to leave!" Heizi handed me the bag, and I took it. The two of them hugged and patted each other on the back.There were tears in Heizi's eyes. Although I couldn't see them, I could feel his hands gently wiping the corners of his eyes.

I can't cry, only my throat is moving.Goodbye, my dear comrade!
The trees flew past the window quickly, the train was speeding up, my mind was chaotic, I thought about many things, but my heart was surprisingly peaceful.I stared out the window silently, the crowds and noisy voices around me seemed to be separated from another world.

When I was changing trains, I stood on the platform and suddenly wanted to call home.

"Hello..." After a "Hello", I didn't know what to say. I'm not good at expressing myself, and I can only put my deepest feelings into that stubborn stubbornness.

"Is it Bingbing? Where are you going? What time do you get off? Your dad and I will pick you up. By the way, have you had lunch? Do you have a lot of things..." Mother is always nagging, full of love Nagging makes me feel very guilty, and I dare not speak, so I can only listen quietly.

My father was playing chess with Uncle Wang on the balcony, and I heard him shout, "General!"

"Mom..." After a pause, I didn't know what to say.

"Well, I'm listening!" My mother reminded me to go on.

"I...I want to go to see a comrade-in-arms instead of going home." I lied, so let's treat it as a white lie.I don't want my family to see me in such a distraught state, and I don't want my family to worry about me.

Indeed, I just got out of the army, and I can't adapt to this noisy city right away, maybe Heizi is right, let's go to his hometown to see.There is a good friend of his, a woman, also named Heizi, perhaps, that sacred and mysterious girl Heizi can heal my wounds and my needless loss and confusion.

"Oh..." Mother was a little disappointed.Father shouted over the phone: "Let him go, he is already a grown-up!"

Before my mother refused my proposal, I hung up the phone in a guilty conscience.Perhaps, what my father said is more reasonable. Indeed, I am an adult now, and I can be responsible for all my actions.

Heizi's hometown is in a small village close to the border of the Shigatse Mountains, where the pastures are not large, unlike the northern part of Tibet, where grasslands stretch as far as the eye can see.There are not many people living there, and I can't pronounce the name of that place, it's a mouthful.Heizi said that when he entered the village, he heard someone's mastiff barking first, so he walked in, and it was Uncle Duoji's house.

The road on the prairie was flat. The driver knew that I was a new visitor from afar, so he didn't drive fast because he was afraid that I would have altitude sickness.On the grassland, even if it is said to be close to a certain place, it will take more than half a day to get there. The way to calculate the distance on the grassland is incomparable with that in a big city.At the entrance of the village, I paid the remaining half of the fare, and I took the lonely travel bag from the car.The car drove away in a hurry, leaving me alone on the desolate prairie.

This is a seemingly desolate small village with earth bricks, mud walls, low houses, and a few old trees, where the most primitive enthusiasm and desire of Tibetan compatriots are buried.Silent, under the setting sun in the afternoon, everything became lifeless.I began to doubt Heizi's words. The place in front of me was as silent as a sculpture.Carrying the bag, I walked towards the village with anxiety.

"Ow—" A majestic and long-lasting mastiff roar suddenly sounded.

It's the first time I've heard this sound.In the army for so many years, although I have forged a steel-like skeleton and cultivated a whole body of courage, I was still shocked by the sound of the mastiff roaring.

After this mastiff roar, the mastiffs of other families in the village followed suit. Obviously, the mastiff leading the roar was the king or queen of these mastiffs in the village, because I am still not sure whether this mastiff is a male or a female.

According to Heizi's instructions, I searched in the direction of the first mastiff's roar, and I found a large courtyard with the gate open. A majestic mastiff like a lion was standing inside the gate aggressively, facing south and facing away. Beidi took the dominant position, despising me who stood blankly outside the courtyard gate.

In front of this arrogant mastiff, I suddenly felt like a prey under the gun. Maybe this mastiff was just like me back then—watching my prey through the scope of a sniper rifle. Staring at me, or laughing at me.

This mastiff was not tied to a chain, it was as free as the master of the house.I took two steps back and looked at it again.

This is a black mastiff. If I touched the yard correctly, this mastiff should be Dahei.Its whole body was black without a single hair, as if it had just jumped out of a black dye vat, and each hair was fluffy, like an angry lion, grinning at me.

Tibetan Mastiff is as powerful as a tiger and fierce in fighting. It is the only dog ​​in the world that dares to fight fierce beasts. It has the reputation of "God Dog".The information about the Tibetan Mastiff's physique, coat color, and demeanor flashed through my mind one by one like a computer scanning layer, then filtered and checked, and finally came to the conclusion that this is an absolutely purebred Mastiff!
"Are you Xiao Bing?" Hearing the roar of the mastiff, Uncle Duoji came out of the house. No need to ask, this military uniform proved my identity.I was the only comrade in the army that Heizi mentioned in front of Uncle Duoji.

Heizi is a miserable person. His parents divorced and he lived with his grandmother since he was a child. After his grandmother died, he moved to Beijing with his mother.During that carefree childhood, Uncle Duoji became Heizi's closest relative.Uncle Dorji treats Heizi as his own nephew, so he is very kind to me and greets me warmly into the house.

The furnishings in the house are very simple. Although the Tibetan compatriots are building their own houses now, and many people have left the tent life of migrating with pastures, they still retain many unique living habits of the Tibetan people.

I sat cross-legged on the wide rug.Heizi once told me that Tibetan people have many taboos and rules. When sitting, you should sit cross-legged, and you cannot point the soles of your feet to others.

Uncle Dorje smiled, and brought me mutton, buttered tea, and scones specially made by Tibetan friends.I didn't eat anything in the morning, and now I feel very hungry. I grabbed a lot of fresh and tender lamb and ate it deliciously.Seeing me devouring my food, Uncle Duoji smiled.In front of Tibetan friends, it is not impolite to gobble it up, but it is a manifestation of boldness and boldness.

I don't understand why Dahei looks at me with an extremely contemptuous look at the door. She is so proud, like a queen, but I seem to be a slave begging for food in front of her.I have a hurt feeling under Dahei's aggressive but indifferent eyes.

Uncle Duoji started talking to himself, which sounded like a kind of comfort to me. He smoked a bag of dry tobacco and said, "Dahei was raised by me. When I brought her back, she was still eating. There is no other mastiff at home, so we can only feed her goat milk. Dahei likes to be close to the sheep, and the flock of sheep in the family also like to run around Dahei."

I have to admit, Dahei has a fat and strong ass, I want to push her away, but dare not.After touching the donkey's buttocks, the donkey would still kick, let alone a ferocious mastiff.

Dahei stands at the door like a statue, making me elusive. I seem to dislike Dahei very much, and she doesn't even bother to look at me again.However, what Heizi said has always remained a deep impression in my mind, and Dahei's discriminatory indifference towards me aroused my desire to know her even more.

The sky slowly darkened, and the sunset was like a colorful silk handkerchief on a girl's head, blown away by a gust of wind on the grassland.After admiring the beautiful sunset, Dahei finally turned her head slowly, walked to Uncle Duoji's side, and lay down on a red carpet not far away.

It was a beautiful red carpet specially made for her.This gave Dahei an incomparable sense of superiority - in front of me, a stranger.

Uncle Duoji's youngest son, Gesang, came back from herding sheep. Originally, Gesang was going to take Dahei, but Uncle Duoji had heard that I was coming, so he kept Dahei.Gesang was still young, only thirteen or fourteen years old, with two clusters of plateau red on his cheeks, so simple and cute.

[-]. A female wolf who was abandoned after being injured
I called Gesang over and pinched his little cheek.He smiled honestly, looked at me from head to toe, and asked timidly in Tibetan: "Can uncle know how to shoot? Can he shoot wolves?"

After asking Uncle Duoji, I understood.I laughed, asked Uncle Duoji to translate for me, and told him: "I call your father Uncle, you should call me Big Brother. Big Brother will teach you how to shoot a gun in the future, but do you have a gun?"

After Gesang understood, he ran away suddenly.After a while, Gesang dug out an earthen shotgun from nowhere, held it tightly in his arms, ran up to me, and handed it to me. The barrel of the gun was almost higher than his head.Seeing his serious look, Uncle Duoji and I both burst out laughing.Uncle Dorji told me that this shotgun belonged to him a long time ago. At that time, there was no mastiff in the family, because they were poor and couldn’t afford it. The few sheep were the most valuable wealth in the family. In order to protect their wealth, Bought this gun from a hunter.Now, this gun is already rusted, and I don't know if it can still be used.

I smiled and held Gesang in my arms, pinching his flushed little cheek.Seeing me, a stranger with no status, get close to Gesang, Dahei was a little displeased, she growled twice, reminding me not to forget my identity.I have a feeling that I will be deported by her at any time.After all, I'm on her territory now, and I have to watch her gloomy face.Gesang also seemed to be a little afraid of Dahei, so he didn't get close to her, but preferred to snuggle up to me and listen to my stories about the army.Uncle Dorji sat beside him, rolling his tobacco leaves and acting as an interpreter.

It was getting late, and Gesang had been cleaning the rusted gun very carefully.I don't know Dorje
How did Uncle translate it to him? He wiped it over and over again, and even forgot to eat.

I saw Dahei sitting on her exclusive red carpet, watching us dine majestically.In order to please her, I handed over a piece of tender lamb in my hand.Dahei exhaled two puffs of rough air from his nostrils in disdain, and then bared his teeth at me, meaning to ask me to retract my hand.

Uncle Duoji had to tell me: "Dahei doesn't eat food given by strangers, and she never eats cooked food. Because in the eyes of mastiffs, they are born to be the darlings of the prairie. If you give them cooked food, they will think You are showing contempt for them, and the ferocious mastiff will think that you are provoking it, but Dahei will not, because she has a good upbringing."

Upbringing?I was surprised.

Uncle Duoji smiled and explained: "This is natural. Purebred mastiffs are not as brutal and irrational as people understand. On the contrary, they are noble and temperamental, and they don't bother to pay attention to those who don't know the so-called Teasing." I retracted my hand embarrassingly.Dahei stared at me contemptuously, and raised his chin.On the contrary, I now have a feeling of being provoked by the mastiff, and I feel hurt again.

Uncle Dorji has a bad throat and often wakes up coughing until midnight. In order not to disturb my rest, Uncle Dorji let me sleep with Gesang.Gesang didn't know Chinese, and I knew a little bit of Tibetan, but I wasn't proficient, so the two of us had to guess while talking, and make scribbles with our fingers in the air or on the bed.Therefore, it was often said that the lips of the donkey were not the mouth of the horse, and Gesang was a little discouraged, so he turned over and went to sleep.

I couldn't sleep, I looked up at the roof, the rafters on the roof one by one.I was thinking: If there was no communication and integration between Han and Tibetan, and no cultural transmission between the two ethnic groups, would the Tibetan people still migrate with the pasture?The world is so strange. After a little change at the beginning, hundreds of years later, there will be unexpected big changes.

Gesang sighed and turned over again. He couldn't fall asleep either. After thinking for a long time, he finally stammered out a sentence: "You, teach, Chinese, me!"

If Gesang wanted to be a soldier, he had to learn to speak Chinese.Originally, Chinese is also taught in Tibetan schools, but in this remote place, most of the poor children do not go to school. They herd sheep and cattle every day, and still live a life similar to that of ancient herdsmen.Although Uncle Dorji can speak some Chinese, he is not proficient in it, let alone conversing with Gesang in Chinese.

I was very surprised at how Gesang said this sentence in Chinese. Seeing the surprised and joyful expression on my face, he knew that it was his Chinese sentence, so he said bluntly: "Dad, teach me, tonight."

I patted his head and imitated his words with a smile: "Brother, teach you, in the future; you, also teach me."

Gesang smiled, showing two rows of small teeth, and burrowed into my arms.

In the middle of the night, I suddenly heard the mastiffs in the village howling together, and Gesang and I were awakened.Gesang crawled out of the quilt, jumped into the middle of the bed, grinned at me, shook his head and swayed his buttocks, acting like a big bad wolf, then put on his clothes and ran into the yard.

The wolf is coming?
As soon as my brain became hot, the blood rushed to the top of my head, and the scene of a ferocious wolf biting its prey flashed in my mind.

I've only seen wolf animals on TV, but I haven't seen a real wolf with my own eyes, so I don't know what it will look like.

I turned over and jumped up, without even putting on my clothes, I rushed into the yard with my bare feet.

Uncle Dorji was not at home, and when the mastiff roared for the first time, he went out with the oil lamp.Gesang and I ran to the courtyard gate and looked out.Like me, Gesang was also very excited. At some point, he was already holding the gun in his arms. The barrel of the gun was polished by him overnight, and it shone in the thin moonlight.

When Uncle Dorje came back, Gesang took the oil lamp in his hand and shouted excitedly in Tibetan: "Where are the wolves? Are they here? Are there many? How many are there?"

Uncle Dorji coughed twice and told us: "It's an old wolf abandoned by the pack. This wolf may have been a wolf in the past, but now it was injured and had no food, so it ran to the village and heard the bark of the mastiff. sound, scared away again.”

Dahei stood at the door without making a sound.I don't need Uncle Duoji's explanation, I also know that Dahei doesn't bother to howl at such a poor wolf. She is a noble mastiff who is aloof and defiant. In his eyes, only those pawns in front of the car would bark incessantly when the wind blows.

Gesang's excitement had not yet calmed down. He held the gun and made a sprint in the yard.

Dahei walked slowly to the gate of the courtyard, looking up at the moon in the sky while breathing in the fresh air in the middle of the night.Her expression was focused and solemn, like a devout believer staring at the holy land from a distance on a difficult and long road.

Gesang practiced thrusting for a while, and suddenly said, "Abba, I encountered a wolf when I was herding sheep today."

"Oh, how many?" Uncle Duoji asked casually while smoking his dry tobacco.It's no big deal that children on the steppe will encounter wolves sooner or later.

Gesang sat down, hugged the gun tightly in his arms, blinked and said, "One is a female with a broken left hind leg, and she has two pups who didn't open their eyes."

When Gesang said these words, there was no hatred for wolves in his voice, but I could hear some pity.

The children on the prairie are simple and innocent. At this time, they don't know hatred, and they may not be willing to distinguish who is the enemy of their herdsmen and who is not.

Uncle Dorji didn't speak, he smoked his own tobacco with great relish, a bag of dry tobacco was exhausted soon, he knocked on the pot of the cigarette bag, and then slowly said: "Several years ago, in snowy days, I was driving sheep I was grazing on the pasture in the village. A group of wolves, probably hungry and crazy, rushed into the pasture. At that time, two families raised mastiffs and several shotguns. The wolves surrounded a ewe that was about to give birth and bit , dragged out desperately, the gun was ringing, the mastiff was also howling, the wolves had to retreat, one wolf was bitten off by the mastiff, and couldn't run fast, dragging blood everywhere on the snow. took a bite..."

(End of this chapter)