Author: Xiao Jinyuan
1. Chen Feng's ecological research station stood at the edge of a sea-buckthorn forest. Its three corrugated iron cabins groaned in the wind, like three skinny doves huddled among the greenery. Rust mottled the walls, scars gouged out by the grassland's blazing sun and yellow sand. They seemed far more solid than the brightly painted buildings.
The day Gangsu came back for summer vacation, his canvas bag still smelled of coal smoke from Hohhot Railway Station. The moment he entered the cabin, he rushed to the monitoring screen, his nose almost pressed against it. The green lines dancing across the screen looked just like the opponent he'd thrown to win at last year's Naadam Festival
