Wolf's Return to the Wild Chapter 7

Green is a guy who is willing to die for meat, but sometimes he will make exceptions and regard me as more important than meat. For example, when I just came home from shopping and handed him a frozen chicken, Green, who was very hungry, would hurriedly tear it apart. The next piece of chicken wing ran up to me, jumped vigorously, and looked like it wanted to hug me and lick me. He purred eagerly, seeming to express how much he missed me during my absence, lest the welcome ceremony was not warm enough for me to feel his passion. But at the same time, he couldn't bear to let go of the delicious chicken wings in his mouth. While making love to me, he protected the chicken wings. His anxious and cute appearance always flattered me. I sometimes think, we are together every day, and it only takes half an hour to go shopping for groceries. Is it as exaggerated as a reunion after a long absence?

Green gradually walked more nimbly and lightly, taking on the gait of his parents, instead of walking with his legs crossed as before. As the amount of exercise increased, his limbs became more and more stable. He could speed up instantly in a stationary state, shoot himself out like a cannonball, and run briskly for a long time without getting tired. I gradually couldn't keep up. He could easily leave me behind, look back triumphantly, and when he saw that I hadn't followed, he would stand in front and wait, or he would turn around and circle around me to urge me. Every time I took a walk, he would always surround me like a loyal satellite. Me, never let me stay out of his sight. As Green's size and appearance became more and more wolfish, he attracted more and more heads and inquiries, and I became more and more nervous. I didn't dare to take him out shopping during the day, so I had to keep him upstairs. There are more than 2,000 square meters of unmanned space on the rooftop for him to run around. At night, under the cover of darkness, Nolan and I were able to secretly take him out for a run. Whenever I cross a road with flickering lights and busy traffic, Green shrinks and I have to hold him across the street. When I walked into the darkness, Green's reflective eyes reminded me how important a signal light is in the dark wilderness. In uninhabited places, the light at night is often the eyes of animals, and with so many armored animals on the street roaring past with their two big glowing eyes open, how could it not scare him?

Poor my Green, who should belong to nature, but grows up in this reinforced concrete forest, composing alternative tunes in the dim light.

The days are as gentle and brisk as a nursery rhyme. Green and I began to read each other more and more, letting each other know our intentions and needs as much as possible, and understanding each other's behavior and body language.

Wolf howl, this is a mysterious language that scares and fascinates countless people...

Green's first howl came relatively late. If there were a wolf father, wolf, mother, and wolf brothers leading the howl, it might have been much earlier. However, he often made a hoarse sound like a dog under the leadership of the neighbor's dog. : "Flower! Flower!"

The two-month-old Green's hearing has matured day by day. His ears stand straight up and open and close according to the sound he receives, just like a big butterfly resting on his head. I am more and more surprised by the ears that grow so quickly, and I always want to touch them and feel them. I remember that although the fox’s dog ears were also ridged, they were soft and floppy. I rubbed the fox’s ears or even twisted them, but he didn’t resist at all and licked my wrist with enjoyment and obedience, as if It is natural for the owner to twist the dog's ears. Green's wolf ears, on the other hand, are extremely strong. When he presses them with his hand and then releases them, they pop up with a "pop" sound. Sometimes even he himself is startled by the sound. Green felt quite comfortable when I gently scratched the base of his ears. Sometimes he would tilt his head and use my fingers to adjust the angle that was most comfortable for me. However, Green could accept gentle and equal caressing, but would never accept arbitrary pulling. The ears are even rubbed and twisted for treatment.

Once when Nolan and I were playing with Green on the rooftop, we looked at those stiff and arrogant ears and insisted on making a joke with Green, but he refused to let me deform his ears. I grabbed his mouth hard to prevent him from resisting, and then folded both of his ears toward the top of his head. The wolf hairs in the ear cores bloomed like chrysanthemums, and they were fluffy on top of his head, as if he were wearing a hat. Lei Feng cap. Once the strong wolf ears are folded, they will not fall apart and recover like the soft dog ears. Green got angry and shouted in solemn protest: "Don't play with my ears!" I smiled and quickly let go. Green immediately shook his head violently, and his ears immediately returned to their original shape.

Nolan smiled and said: "You see, he is definitely not an 'ear'. It is a slave who lets people 'hold the ear' arbitrarily. Even if he is facing the person who raised him, the wolf will never accept the treatment of a slave."

The more the wolf's ears receive external sounds, the more Green wants to respond. The most direct manifestation is that he is more eager to communicate. It seems that just the whine of the caller can no longer satisfy Green's need to express his feelings. He will listen to me more often, analyze my every word, and combine it with my body language, expression, and voice. Convey some meaning to him in terms of priorities and so on. He pondered my emotions, and I began to ponder his expressions as well.

Nolan painstakingly moved the recording monitoring equipment for me from his studio. I recorded Green's pronunciation, traced the audio lines, and repeatedly compared them with the recordings and expressions in some documentaries. But what bothers me is that the wolf sounds in some documentaries are late-dubbed and do not match the wolf's body language at the time and its behavior after the sound.

That day, Nolan came to me happily: "I found something good for you. The live recording of Langgu Langshan will never be adulterated."

As if I had found a treasure, I immediately put on headphones to listen and learn. Nolan watched me carefully ponder it with great interest, and asked with a smile: "I have a question, these are wolf howls recorded by foreign scientists. Do you think these wolf howls have dialects? What if Greene has a dialect in the future? Do you think the Chinese wolf can understand the foreign language he has learned? "

"Can you try it first? You can't just follow a dog and learn to bark. That's really called a foreign language."

Through long-term comparative analysis and combined with the knowledge accumulated in the past, I found that the wolf's howl is actually an emotional language rather than a content language. Wolf howl is more similar to a kind of music, without lyrics, so there will be no on-point translation. However, it is an expression of emotion. It conveys certain emotions and feelings through changes in tone and priorities, allowing the other party to experience this feeling and Respond to achieve the purpose of communication. The wolf is a born musician and music connoisseur. He can perfectly integrate his emotions into his howl and read the meaning contained in the wolf's song.

For example, when seeking a mate, the soft voice of the male wolf is like a lingering serenade. The tenderness and sweetness are wrapped in endless loneliness and longing. Sometimes it is mixed with clear and passionate high notes, and sometimes it is the gentle low voice of searching. The wolf's voice was timid and charming, and it told the other party her location without hesitation.

When sad, the wolf's cry is like a tragic song, faintly swallowed, weeping and complaining, as if the loneliness, frustration and sorrow and resentment of this life are all expressed in the song, which is as popular as the Erhu song "River Water". So sad.

When there is a catch to share or when the wolf is happy, the wolf's voice is filled with pride and a bit of teasing and joy. The voice reaches the top and then swirls down with a trill, and the entire wolf tail also vibrates due to this trill. And trembled with joy. Wolf songs focus on true feelings. When singing, you are extremely immersed in it. When you sing to the emotional point, you will often look up at the moon, close your eyes, and fully feel the profound meaning.

Among all the songs of wolves, the most appealing ones are the rallying orders of the Wolf King to gather family members in late autumn and early winter. This long roar is spacious and magnificent, and spreads the farthest distance, like a charge horn of the impending war, like a majestic roar. Military songs are uplifting and inspiring. Moreover, different wolf families have their own rallying calls. Although the tones have roughly similar meanings, they will add a few vibratos at the pitch or at the end as a special symbol of their own family.

There is also a vague sense of status competition and territorial declaration in the wolf's song. Especially among male wolves, the long howl that requires sufficient breath and lung capacity is a response to a healthy state, and this healthy state lays the foundation for the wolf's status. Therefore, there are often some calls that echo each other, one is higher than the other, and one is longer than the other. For this reason, wolves like to choose some commanding heights, open areas or valleys with excellent echo effects to enhance their prestige and show to the other party that they are in their prime, energetic and have absolute possession of their territory.

As for why wolves always like to look at the moon and howl, Nolan's "view" is "because there are rabbits on the moon." I'm speechless.

I listened and learned over and over again, and felt that I had almost practiced it. One day when Green was sleeping quietly, I quietly learned two sounds. However, I thought I had learned very similar sounds, but Green only half-opened his eyes and listened lightly. He wasn't too interested, so he covered his big ears with his paws and turned his face away and continued to sleep, which was quite disrespectful. I was a little frustrated and returned to Nolan very depressedly: "Your wolf howl doesn't seem to be working. I learned it so well, but that kid didn't react at all."

"Oh?" Nolan said, "You keep learning."

I learned another one, and Nolan compared it with the wolf's howl, and was a little puzzled: "It sounds the same."

Not willing to give in, I picked up the recording microphone and said, "Test the audio again."

Nolan nodded and debugged. As soon as the two audio curves came out, we all discovered the problem. The ups and downs of the two curves were almost exactly the same, but the frequency of my voice was obviously lower, which was not enough to stimulate the wolf's ears. Thinking back to the time when I was new to wolf howling, I was too timid and timid to let go, let alone devote myself to it. It really didn’t resonate with Green.

Nolan laughed: "He was sleeping soundly, and your small voice sounded like a big yawn to him. How could he react?"

When I realized something, I turned up the volume and kept practicing my voice against the audio until the curves were almost the same, and then I went back to find Green with confidence. The little guy had woken up and was standing on the balcony listening to the occasional dog barking in the community.

"Flowers!" Green said, "Flowers!"

"Stop it, come with me to the roof today and I'll teach you how to speak in a wolf voice. Let's go!"

"Let's go" was the word Green loved to hear most, so he immediately ran to the door and waited. Some information says that wolves can understand part of human language. I have no way of knowing that since I have never been in contact with a real wolf before. I just thought that dogs can understand part of human speech. Of course, wolves that are smarter than dogs can also understand it, but I didn't expect that. Green can understand my language so quickly. It usually takes three months for a puppy to gradually and reflexively understand some simple commands from its owner under the guidance of food. However, when Green was just one month old, it only took three days. He understood his own name in a matter of seconds. In terms of IQ and comprehension speed, he was much faster than a dog, and even much faster than a child.

The two-month-old Green has an extremely high level of understanding, and there is a sharp energy in his eyes. Green's analysis of people's verbal behavior is comprehensively combined with observation and understanding, and he is very good at connecting people's spoken language with upcoming actions. , he can understand many simple languages, such as: "Go!" "Eat." "Come back." "Get out." "No!" "Danger!" "Let go!" "Bite!" "Chocolate." …and keep absorbing and understanding new languages   like a sponge absorbs water.

Green is particularly sensitive to the word "go". As soon as he hears the word "go", he immediately rushes to guard the door. He knows that I am going out, and he will never allow me to leave him. He even uses his old trick --- Put your paw or head into the crack of the door that has just been opened a little, and give me a dilemma: "Clamp me to death, or take me away!" But how could I take a wolf to the vegetable market that sells meat? So every time we go out to buy groceries, there is a life-and-death "fight for the door" between Green and I.

Seeing this scene, Nolan agreed with me that he would no longer say "go" when going out in the future, but would instead say "open the way".

It did work on the first day, Green didn't react, but soon the trick also failed. He deciphered the code word, and when he said "open the way", he still went to Carmen! As a last resort, we changed languages   again and used "walk" in English, Korean, and Tibetan, but Green cracked them one by one within a few days. The battle for the goal never ends. Nolan joked: "He can also understand many languages. When you were a child, you would put a stake in the house to go out, and he would stuff his head into the crack of the door to go out. You two are really alike!"

Green not only understands many daily expressions, but also often stares at my expression when I speak to him, trying to figure out my meaning from the emphasis of my tone and corresponding movements. When my tone is soothing and soft, he knows that I am saying comforting words. When my tone is urgent and fast, he will be excited and nervous, knowing that something must be happening.

Green hears laughter and knows it's a sign of fun at play. When Nolan and I laughed, he couldn't help but be affected. As he listened and watched, his expression gradually changed: he raised his head, turned his ears happily, narrowed his eyes, grinned, and raised his eyebrows. He raised his upper lip with a teasing expression, which meant he was smiling. In order to see more of Green's expression, Nolan and I laughed exaggeratedly to tease him. As a result, we laughed harder and harder, and our expressions became rigid. Green felt that this was not joy from the heart, or that he felt that he was being teased. His wolf smile gradually faded, he flicked his ears, snorted loudly, turned and left, with an expression that seemed to say: "You are so stupid! You are trying to fool me!"

What makes me softest is that when I am sad, Green will droop his ears, droop his eyes, hunch his shoulders, bury his head in a very sad look, and then put his head into my arms and gently hug me. Gently push and rub, making soft and comforting squeaking sounds. If I shed tears, he will immediately stick out his little tongue and lick the teardrops off his chin, then raise his head and stare nervously into my eyes, lest he see another tear fall. Judging from Green's focused expression, I felt that he was not only reading my language, but even more so, he was reading my heart.

Green began to express his needs by varying the cadence of his whine and matching his body movements. We all have a strong desire to be able to communicate on a deeper level.

I took Green to the rooftop of the building. Although there were many pipes and no plants on the rooftop, it was really a vast world for him. As soon as he got on the rooftop, Green immediately ran away with joy---him It’s time to exercise your rapidly growing bones.

A plane flew over the gray-blue sky overhead, making a rumble. Green had never seen such a "bird" before, so he raised his head and looked carefully. "Oh---" He blinked and began to imitate the sound of the plane until he watched the plane disappear into the clouds. Suddenly he turned his ears and caught another sharp sound---the high-pitched sound of an ambulance. "Wow---woo---wow---woo---" He began to imitate the sound again. The little guy was in a keen learning state at this time. I hurriedly cleared my throat and took a deep breath: "Oh---Oh---"

Green's ears immediately turned around and pointed at me. His whole body trembled with excitement as if he was electrocuted, and his eyes shone with surprise, as if he heard the sound of nature.

"Oh---Oh---" I raised my head and closed my eyes, and sang deeply again. Green was completely intoxicated, like a little angel listening to the gospel, with a look of obsession on his face. He opened his mouth like a sleepwalker: "Wow---woo---" As soon as he uttered this sound, he was startled, and his obsessed look suddenly disappeared, leaving him with a feeling of annoyance and self-consciousness. A look of blame occupied the little wolf's face, and before the sound of "Woo" could be dragged out enough, he swallowed the rest of the sound in his stomach with righteous indignation. He seemed to think that it was a crow that suddenly appeared among the beautiful croaking of cranes, which really ruined the scenery and blasphemed the gods. He closed his mouth tightly and listened with bated breath, for fear of destroying the beautiful music again.

"Come on Green, try it!" I encouraged. Green hesitated again and again, as if his little throat had been extremely itchy for weeks, and there was a stream of air in his throat that wouldn't come out quickly. He opened his mouth wide and said again: "Hua---" Even the first sound was gone. Rather, it was too late to retract this strange sound. In desperation, Green stretched out his little paw and put it on his nose, suppressing his mouth. I burst out laughing and quickly covered my mouth. Little Green was already deeply affected. He bared his translucent little fangs and glared at me fiercely, but his little eyes were filled with tears. His voice that could not sing made him feel as uncomfortable as if he had been choked by chili peppers.

"Don't worry, listen slowly, learn slowly, I will never laugh at you." I turned on the wolf howling recording on my phone, and asked him to listen carefully first to create an atmosphere. Little Green kept circling me, tracing the source of the sound, and soon forgot the embarrassment just now.

"Oh---Oh---Oh---Oh---" Green kept looking for the sound.

"Oh---O---" I immediately seized the opportunity to pronounce it for him.

"Mo---aow---aow---" Green summoned the courage to call out. The voice was not loud, but it sounded a bit like a wolf's howl.

This is a short but very high-pitched cry, which is an indication of positioning - letting Green know that no matter where he is, if he hears this cry, he needs to come back to me as soon as possible.

"Mo aw---oh---" Green sang again. It was very similar. I clapped my hands happily and said, "Very good, that's it!" Green was deeply satisfied with his performance. He was pleasantly surprised to find that he had a talent for singing. He usually barked like a dog but it didn't sound like it. The wolf song is mastered as soon as you learn it. The only regret is that his voice can't overpower me. This guy's competitive spirit since childhood came back. Looking at the surrounding terrain, he immediately jumped onto a thick pipe, occupying the commanding heights, opened his mouth and shouted again: "Mo Ao--" ---Europe---Europe---"

"Come again, Green! Oh---oh---" I encouraged and led.

"Ouch, owoo---oh---" Green screamed more and more loudly one after another. After shouting several times, he looked up at me and still felt that his voice was not as loud as mine. He pondered for a moment. Blame it on the terrain. Little Green looked around for a high position. He thought that even if his voice couldn't overwhelm me, he must overwhelm me with his momentum! Since I have such a good singing talent, I must find a top stage performance. He looked left and right and saw the long parapet on the rooftop. The little guy was so happy that he rushed over happily and jumped on the parapet with all his strength. I was startled, and quickly grabbed his little tail. This daring guy, there is an eighteenth floor of "hell" outside the parapet. If he rushes up the wall and falls down, it will be okay!

Green failed to jump on the wall, and immediately became furious: "No wonder you are loud, it is because of the height. If you don't let me go up, I will go up!" He opened his mouth and bit away my hand holding his tail, and jumped up the wall persistently. ! I said "hum" and simply hugged this ignorant guy up. He stood on the parapet and I held him with a protective hand, letting him feel why I was holding him back. The little guy got his wish and climbed onto the parapet. When he was feeling proud, he suddenly heard the sound of a horn. He looked down and was startled: "So high?!" The instinctive fear made Green take a step back in a hurry and put his little paws in my arms. Nervously scratching the wall, looking at the dizzying height and the ant-sized pedestrians, my little heart jumped twice. Suddenly he remembered something, looked up at me apologetically, and licked the back of my hand that had just been bitten by his fangs. I patted his little head lovingly. Needless to say, mom is mom.

Little Green calmed down and began to break away from my arms. I thought he was afraid and wanted to come down, so I reached out to hug him. Unexpectedly, he twisted his small waist, shook off my hand, raised his paws to climb to the top of the parapet, which was less than 40 centimeters wide, and strode on the wall with his long, strong legs. This move surprised me deeply. This guy was not afraid of walking on the "single-plank bridge" on the top of the 18th floor. He will be wary of things he doesn't understand, but once he understands them, he will never let me overwhelm him. Of course, Green knew that if he took one step too far, he would be shattered to pieces, but he confidently grasped the safety standard, despised danger at the critical point, and embraced heaven on the edge of hell. He chose a corner with the widest view and stood proudly, holding his head high to enjoy the breeze, calmly overlooking the traffic downstairs and the surrounding tall buildings. In his aloof demeanor, I saw a wolf king in a trance. Standing on a cliff facing the wind, he patrolled his territory. His bravery, aloofness and calmness put others to shame. I both admire and am deeply worried. Will this wolf, which retains many precious qualities, become extinct due to human expansion? Those unruly edges and corners, wild and wild character, and strong and brave qualities are like an uncut gem. This kind of natural beauty is extremely precious. My desire to preserve as much of its natural nature as possible grew stronger.

However, after all, Little Green is not the majestic wolf king, and a slightly stronger wind will blow him swaying. I am afraid that he will lose his footing, so I follow him closely, ready to stretch out my hands to protect him at any time. Green refused unceremoniously and patrolled the wall with three shaking steps like a tightrope walker. He even started to trot, lowering his head to check as he ran. I noticed that whenever he passed by a balcony ceiling or more that protruded from the parapet wall, The little guy lowered his head to visually measure the distance between jumps and jumps back out of the small area, as if the extra space made him salivate. I followed him around the parapet of the high-rise building in fear, until I returned to the place where I first carried him up the wall. He recognized the spot, dripped a few drops of urine on it, and scratched it hard with his hind legs a few times. The ground, turned around and jumped inward. I finally breathed a sigh of relief and vaguely understood that Green seemed to be confirming how many of the outside walls were "cliffs" and how many of them could still have his footprints printed on them. I even feel that he is knowing how far his territory can expand in the future. This guy has had an insatiable ambition since he was a child. He wants to occupy even a few square meters of space on the balcony roof. And he declared his territory by walking around the parapet.

As soon as Green landed, he saw the pole stage where he had performed 40 minutes ago and suddenly remembered singing. He quickly climbed onto the pole and stood there, opening his mouth and continuing to sing. But after being interrupted by climbing the parapet, he couldn't find his tune again. He lowered his head and said "Ooooooo" several times, and the hearty feeling just now was gone. "Oh---oh--" ---Ouch---Cat---Hua" the monster barked several times, making him gnash his teeth, stamp his feet, and spin all over the floor!

I looked at the sky and it was about to rain. I sighed and said, "You can't learn this in a day or two. Let's stop here today." I turned around to go downstairs. Green became anxious and hugged my legs, pricking up his ears. His face was long, his mouth full of babbling, he was moaning anxiously like a deaf-mute child, begging hard not to let me go.

"Be good, go home, and I'll give you some chocolate." I comforted him like a child.

Green still held on, staring at me without any temptation, and would not give up until he achieved his goal.

Scattered raindrops began to fall, and I became a little anxious. I opened his paws holding his legs and locked him on the rooftop. Green called desperately outside the rooftop door.

I chuckled and shrugged my shoulders and went back inside to get an umbrella.

When I was young, I was walking to the rooftop with my umbrella in my arms. Suddenly, a sound of "Ow---O---" came into my ears, and I was shocked. I stepped lightly and leaned against the Listen carefully at the door, "Oh---Oh---" (I'm here...) The voice is anxious and soft but still bold. Green probably thought I had left him and left, so he immediately found the standard tone of the call sign in desperation. Unexpectedly, my departure actually aroused his strong desire for expression.

"O---O---" I also responded with a long roar. Green became even more excited and responded with a higher pitched voice. I gently pushed open the rooftop door, and Green looked at me with joy. He turned up his little nose as if to show off and continued singing the wolf song. With an audience, he sang even more energetically, and there was no longer any anxiety in his howl. The more Green sang, the more intoxicated he became, completely immersed in the sky of music. Even the drizzle that wet the down did not dampen his burning passion at all. I opened the umbrella to protect him from the rain, but he kept snarling but quickly walked away from under the umbrella. When I covered it again, he walked away again, as if he was unwilling that I had covered a piece of the sky above his head. In this quiet sky with drizzle, Green's artistic talent was fully displayed. When he was excited, he began to play freely, adding many embellishments and twists and turns as he pleased.

Green licked the rainwater on his lips and looked deeply into the misty clouds. Seeing water droplets falling from the sky for the first time, he seemed to have received the rain from God. He took a deep breath, buried his head and slowly exhaled an initial sound. As the sound slowly lengthened, he gradually raised his head until the wet tip of his nose pointed at the cloudy sky, and his howl suddenly began to tremble. The long, monotonous and slow sound added a bit of twists and turns, and then the singing began to slow down and ended with a hoarse throat. The whole tune actually reveals a bit of desolation. From the baby-like voice, it sounds like an orphan crying in condolences to his parents. The melancholy is longer than the raindrops in the sky.

I gently put away the umbrella and listened to him continue to cry like this. My thoughts were taken into the wild wilderness, and I remembered the miserable experience of his wolf clan. Did he already know his life experience deep in his young heart? But I never taught him these spontaneous expressions. Is it true that the wolf nature itself is lonely? Is fate itself miserable? Could it be that when the wolf looks up at the sky, he has endless inspiration and laments about his ill-fated fate? I closed my eyes and accompanied Greene in the drizzle, slowly savoring the long song of the young wolf that is full of desire and wildness, full of wildness and uninhibitedness, and supports desolation and sadness. This song comes from the depths of his nature, and is deeper than himself. Deep in his wolf nature, he sings the endless antiquity and vicissitudes of life with the voice of his ancestors.

Ever since Green learned his first wolf howl, it was like he had discovered a novel game of communication, and he had been singing at the top of his lungs whenever he had time. While I was happy, my brows gradually furrowed again, and the wolf's howl revealed everything. There is nothing wrong with Green finding his own voice, but this is a city full of two-legged animal laws. If a neighbor finds out and reports, he may be forced to be sent to the zoo. What awaits him will be a lifetime of imprisonment. I have no power at all. Protect him.

A stolen gong cannot be struck, a secretly raised wolf cannot howl!

Green is of course unaware of this crisis, and he always likes to show off his singing voice on quiet nights or during lunch breaks. There were a few times when the community was quiet and peaceful late at night, with only crickets humming in the grass. When Little Green woke up, he was very bored and got very excited. He stood on the balcony and started broadcasting to the outside world. The dogs in the community were awakened and started barking. After a few sounds of "Hua Hua" sounded like a dog but not a dog, Green thought for a while, cleared his throat and continued to stick to the wolf howl rhythm. The tuning-fork-like tall buildings in the community have excellent sound transmission. The howling of wolves and the barking of dogs and the occasional meowing of cats immediately formed a symphony orchestra. After a while, the lights in each house turned on one after another, and the babies in each house also started to light up. Cry loudly.

I listened with fear. Every time Green howled, I would pick him up and run to the rooftop as if putting out a fire, where the sound would be transmitted beyond the roof of the building and would not disturb the neighbors or cause as much of a sensation as barking dogs all over the yard. Unexpectedly, every time I carried him to the rooftop, he would shut up and stop barking. He would wander around on the rooftop like a night wandering god, and then I would carry him back to the house and bark again. After doing this several times, Green gradually combined this kind of barking with playing on the rooftop. No matter day or night, whenever he wanted to go to the rooftop, he would howl to force me to submit.

Bad guy, for his own good, he actually threatens me? ! After a week, my eye circles were as big as those of a panda. I ran out of the house exhausted and sat by the pool downstairs, enjoying a rare moment of leisure. I asked Nolan to come downstairs to accompany me.

"What happened? You didn't have a good rest?" Nolan asked.

"Don't mention it, it's my own fault."

Before Nolan could ask more questions, another wolf howled came from upstairs, like a rich landlord urging the girl to call. My head was spinning: "Little ancestor, you didn't let me go even if I hid downstairs?"

Nolan understood immediately and laughed and said, "You did ask for it. I told you not to teach him to howl. What should I do now? Tie his mouth with a rubber band?"

"O---" there was another howl. I pricked up my ears, widened my eyes and smiled in surprise: "Listen!"

"What are you listening to?" Nolan doesn't have ears as sensitive as mine. I pointed in the direction of the sixth floor and closed my eyes and stopped talking.

"Wow, Ou---" came from the sixth floor.

"O---Wang---O---" came from the tenth floor.

"Oou---Ou---" comes from unit three.

...

One after another, this time Nolan heard it, and the two of them were so happy that they couldn't help but smile. When Green barked, all the dogs in the community started to howl. Every dog   has a wolfish howl, just like the waves behind the Yangtze River push the waves ahead, and each howl is longer than the last. The genuine little wolf howl is completely buried in the "copycat wolf howl".

"I didn't expect to see such a spectacular howl of wolves in the city." Nolan almost burst out laughing.

Green, Green, let you threaten me. "Piracy" is so rampant now, let's see how you fight me.