Opening the photo album, the familiar faces of my old classmates from fifty-five years ago jumped into my eyes again, including myself. In those clear old photos, they seemed to be talking about the past years and their lives. The sounds, smiles, and high and low words all "jumpe

(Me and my old classmate Liang Zhihe in the old photo)

The door of memory opened, going back more than fifty years ago, in 1967, we graduated from the Normal School (I was born in the 66th grade), I was assigned to a state-owned farm in Beidahuang . The farm is located in the northeast of Nenjiang County. Surrounding the farm are Lianxing Commune and Keluo Commune. Farther to the east is Huolongmen Commune, where the Anti-Union fighters wiped out the Japanese. The

farm is located in the transition zone from the remaining veins of the Xiaoxing'an Mountains to the Songnen Plain. It is surrounded by the Loach River, Menlu River and Keluo River. My old classmate Liang Zhihe was assigned to Keluo Commune, which is his hometown. His home is in Bergenli Village, fifteen miles away from Keluo Commune. Next to the village is the ever-flowing Colo River. Next to the river is a dense forest. At the edge of the forest is a rough and barren hillside, where there are wolf dens.

In the Great Northern Wilderness more than fifty years ago, in the transitional zone from the remnants of the Lesser Hinggan Mountains to the Songnen Plain, the ecology was primitive and the scenery was natural. Wolves, now listed as one of the protected animals, thrived in the farms, rural areas and vast wilderness and hilly areas around Nenjiang County more than fifty years ago.

It was at that time that my old classmate Liang Zhihe was suddenly attacked by a lone wolf, losing half of his hand and killing the wolf at the same time.

(Me and Liang Zhihe in the green circle in the old photo)

It was 1971. It had been four years since I was assigned to work as a teacher on a state-owned farm. I was transferred from the main farm to a branch farm for labor training. It’s not too far from Keluo Commune and not far from Bergenli Village. I know that my old classmate Liang Zhihe works in Keluo Commune. We became good friends during our three years together at the normal school. On the Mid-Autumn Festival in 1971, I asked for leave from the branch office, took gifts and walked to Keluo Commune to visit Liang Zhihe. Two years ago in 1969, several of our old classmates from the first, second and third grades took a group photo in Nenjiang County. I took a picture and two years passed in the blink of an eye.

In 1971, I was still young. It only took me more than an hour to walk briskly to Keluo Commune, 17 or 18 miles away. When I got there, I inquired and found out that Liang Zhihe had stopped teaching and had been transferred to the commune tax office. After working, I found the tax office and met my old classmate Liang Zhihe.

A classmate and a friend met and we shook hands and greeted each other. He shook hands with me with his left hand, and his right hand was unnaturally hidden in his sleeve, revealing his disabled palm. Seeing this scene, I couldn't help but think of the scene when Liang Zhihe played the flute at the normal school party. His fingers were so nimble at that time. I hurriedly asked him what was wrong with his hand. My old classmate took me to a small restaurant in the commune and ordered a few dishes to entertain me. While eating, he told me about his disabled hand.

It was the day before the Mid-Autumn Festival in 1969, two months after we took that photo in Nenjiang County. He taught physical education at the Keluo Commune Central School. Tomorrow is the Mid-Autumn Festival, and he bought it at the supply and marketing cooperative. Several bottles of fish, canned meat, and a pound of mooncakes distributed by the school were packed in a cloth bag and headed to my home in Bergenli Village.

It was already past three o'clock in the afternoon. In the late autumn weather, the sun had already set to the west. The commune was fifteen miles away from Bergenli Village, and a road led to the village. In order to save time, he chose to walk through the woods next to the ravine hillside. There was a paved path there. He walked through the woods and crossed the wooden bridge to the village. It was five miles closer than taking the main road. Liang Zhihe told me that his decision to take a shortcut left his right hand disabled.

Liang Zhihe was left-handed. He slung his cloth bag over his left shoulder, hurriedly crossed the ditch and slope, and soon entered the woods. The sun was setting, and the woods were a little dark. It was quiet and there were inexplicable sounds around him. He was a little hairy. He couldn't help but speed up his pace. He just wanted to go through the woods quickly. Because he was walking in a hurry, he was a little confused and couldn't choose the way. His bag got hung up on the trunk of a tree. , banged a bottle of canned meat, and the smell of meat filled the air.

He didn't stop, and it was getting darker and darker. He was about to see light in front of him, and he was about to walk out of the woods. Suddenly, a black shadow jumped out from behind a big tree and jumped on him. A smell of hot smell came over him, and he knew he was encountering a wolf. He subconsciously blocked it with his right hand, and was bitten by the wolf.

A burst of pain spread throughout his body. Liang Zhihe was a physical education teacher and strong. He had seen wolves several times in rural life, and his right hand was bitten in the wolf's mouth. The wolf had already opened its mouth to chew. He endured the excruciating pain and thrust his hand into the wolf's throat. He stretched out half of his arm and blocked the wolf's throat while holding back the pain. The lone wolf struggled desperately and pushed out of the pit with its hind paws. It could not breathe and was choked to death by Liang Zhihe.

Liang Zhihe confirmed that the wolf was dead, gritted his teeth and pulled his right hand out of the wolf's mouth. The severed fingers were connected to half of his palm, and blood was everywhere. He was wide awake and had to get out of the woods quickly. One more wolf and it would be over. He threw down his cloth bag, stepped over the dead wolf, and ran back towards the commune. The wind was whistling in his ears. He quickly ran to the commune health center for emergency help. Fortunately, there was a doctor on duty at the health center. When he saw that Teacher Liang was covered in He was bleeding, and his right hand was bloody and bloody. He quickly sent people to find other doctors. Several doctors hurriedly debrided and disinfected and bandaged his wounds.

The bleeding stopped temporarily, but the injury was too serious and the health center could not treat him at all. He had to be transferred to Nenjiang County People's Hospital for surgery. It is already very late, more than a hundred miles away from Nenjiang County, so we can only go tomorrow. The commune called the team headquarters of the production brigade in Bergenli Village. After receiving the call, the brigade correspondent hurriedly ran to Teacher Liang's house to deliver the message. Liang Zhihe's brother and father went to the brigade, hitched a carriage and walked through the night to the commune health center, guarding Liang Zhihe stayed for half the night.

Liang Zhihe endured the pain and told his brother to go to the woods after dawn to carry the dead wolf home to skin it, and to take away the canned meat and moon cakes in the cloth bag quickly, otherwise the bottle of canned meat would attract wolves again. The next morning, the commune asked for help from the surrounding army farms. A military vehicle arrived. Doctors from the hospital and Liang Zhihe's father escorted Liang Zhihe to Nenjiang County. He underwent five or six hours of surgery at the County Hospital . His right hand Most of the palm and two fingers were left, and they have been disabled ever since.

Liang Zhihe smiled and said: He was maimed by a wolf, but it was a blessing in disguise. He could no longer work as a physical education teacher in school. The commune transferred him to the tax office as a tax collector. This was a job that was difficult to find even with a lantern at that time. Because of this career, he also won the favor of a beautiful girl, and later got married happily.

(the scenery around the state farm where I worked at that time)