Durban, a seaport city in KwaZulu-Natal, South Africa, is known as the best managed city in Africa and is also a famous international conference capital.
It can be said that if Chen Xingtian wants to rebel here, he will definitely be suppressed. As one of the most prosperous cities in South Africa, not to mention bombing by planes and artillery, it is absolutely possible for the city's armed police to be dispatched.
Having learned the lesson from last time, Chen Xingtian didn't dare to park his tent in the valley anymore. The last time it was discovered was due to luck. Who knows if Africans have the habit of digging up soil in the mountains.
Similarly, he found a cliff that was almost impossible to climb, dug out a cave large enough to put the tent in, then blocked the entrance of the cave with the remaining gravel, and finally polished it with telekinesis, making it invisible. After removing the traces of the stone being turned, I left with peace of mind.
On the ground, the searchlights illuminating the clouds and the endless neon lights in the streets and alleys, the shouts of merchants in the farmer's market, the playfulness of tourists in Ocean Park, the traffic coming and going on the city highway, the endless waves on the coast... …
Staring at such a city, Chen Xingtian had the illusion that he had returned to the bustling metropolis of China, and his inherent impression of African cities was shattered.
In my original impression, Africans all existed in the form of tribes, and their cities were probably similar to village markets. Everyone lived a bartering life, wore simple clothes, and lived in houses made of dirt. houses……
Wrong, dead wrong!
History always spirals in twists and turns, and the form of human society will not remain unchanged. China can transform from a small bungalow into a metropolis in a few decades. How can South Africa, as a model of African development, not be able to do the same?
Chen Xingtian was shocked from the bottom of his heart, and he was also secretly alert to these so-called inherent concepts. These old information would bring huge obstacles to his understanding of the world.
At the same time, he also squinted his eyes. This was not going to be easy. The prosperity of the city also meant the modernization of public security management, which meant that ID cards might be needed, and they did not have ID cards.
trouble.
Regardless of their own abilities, they can now be defined as "stowaways". They may not even be able to stay in a hotel and have to return to their tents, although there is nothing wrong with this.
Chen Xingtian found a hidden alley to put them down, put them on Ding Ruomeng with the black wig he had prepared in advance, and packed Kong Kong in his travel bag. After all, the combination of one black, one white and one dog was so distinctive. Easily the center of attention.
Walking out of the alley, they came to a street that led directly to the sea. The endless flow of people brought them back from the lonely state of being deserted for two and a half days.
This is a tourist attraction in Africa. If you look around, you can see that there are far more than just dark-skinned Africans. In fact, they only account for about two-thirds, and the remaining one-tenth are tourists of different races and from all over the world.
It is understandable that Africans have their own national characteristics - plump lips, forward tilt of the mandible, curly hair, wide nose bridge... which are completely used to adapt to the extremely hot environment in Africa.
Chen Xingtian looked at them, and the appearance radar in his eyes quickly scanned. This is one of his few hobbies, and it is really a traditional performing arts.
If judged by international aesthetic standards, Africans are actually similar to any other race in the world, and there is no distinction between them.
It’s just that the development of science and technology and culture lagged behind other countries, which resulted in Africa becoming the hardest hit area for colonization by modern powers. The incidental racial discrimination affected the aesthetic concepts of normal people to a certain extent.
Chen Xingtian boasts that he cannot accept the appearance of black people, just like black people who once appeared on dating shows were not accepted by others, but he himself has no prejudice against black people.
He even had high expectations that the proportion of aliens among black people would be higher. After all, the inherent impression was that black people were stronger than other races.
No longer thinking about these messy things, after making sure that his people would not turn around too much when walking on the street, Chen Xingtian led them out of the alley.
A bearded man was wearing an old jacket, some tattered jeans, and carrying a large travel backpack. He didn't know what was in the bag. It seemed to move. He was holding the hand of a woman. The woman looked very thin and had long hair. It was draped loosely around her shoulders, and a veil covered her face to hide her stunning beauty.
In fact, this kind of dress is the image of a traveler in Naka's memory, a traveler who travels thousands of miles around the world.
They have no vehicles, no money, no local relatives or friends, their clothes and pants have not been washed for a long time, and their faces have a weathered look. Of course, as long as they are not too dirty, they are the most inconspicuous group of people in the crowd.
The image created by Chen Xingtian is consistent with the travelers who have traveled across Asia. They try to pass through the crowd, while he himself calmly checks the turnaround rate of passers-by around him.
From time to time, a young man with dreadlocks on a skateboard would pass by on the street, or a foreign tourist returning from the beach, and most of them were local black compatriots.
However, the slightly higher rate of turning back made him frown frequently. Compared with the beauty in bikini who just passed by them, their rate of turning back was actually about the same as this beauty.
Chen Xingtian did not believe in evil and took Ding Ruomeng and Kongkong to the noisy night market.
This is the famous barbecue street in Durban. You can smell the smell of cumin from far away. Chen Xingtian's backpack is vibrating crazily. It seems that some violent factor has been activated in Kongkong.
Chen Xingtian hammered it with his mind: "Don't move around. If you want to eat, I'll find a way to smooth it out later. We can't get the local currency for the time being."
Thinking of this, he got even more headache. He had to find a way to get a local temporary ID card so that he could exchange the gold he brought into currency and go to some places with ease.
There was more than just barbecue in the barbecue street. Along with the rhythm of the saxophone, Ding Ruomeng turned his eyes to the street band singing in the corner. Chen Xingtian couldn't help but look there, and the melodious melody soothed the irritability in his heart.
It has neither the ear-catching appeal of pop music nor the locality of ethnic music. Instead, it has a sense of historical depth.
Chen Xingtian, who has been sensitive to music since childhood, knows that this is classical music, a more serious music that can make people think deeply. Looking back on the information he consulted before, classical music is indeed the main theme of Durban.
It’s just that, playing classical music in such a noisy place where barbecue is eaten, doesn’t it sound a bit strange?
Chen Xingtian pulled Ding Ruomeng past the street performers. He could see that this was a small black band with about five people. There were graffiti about their band on the wall behind them, although Chen Xingtian couldn't understand what was written. .
They neither stayed in a nightclub nor entered a local concert hall. They could only survive by performing on the street. You can imagine how developed Durban's tourism industry is.
When Chen Xingtian walked up to them, the classical piece of music had just finished playing. Those who gathered around the venue to take photos and those who stopped to admire the performance burst into endless applause, praising their wonderful performance.
People who are willing to donate money will put change into their musical instrument boxes, some of which are banknotes, and some of which are coins. These are South Africa's common currency - rand.
The exchange rate of the rand is about 0.43 yuan. The face of the South African great Nelson Mandela is printed on the front of the banknote. The maximum denomination that can be seen in the musical instrument case is 200 rand, which is equivalent to 86 yuan. I have to say these Foreign tourists are really wealthy.
But recalling that every 100 meters they recharged was equivalent to 648 oceans, Chen Xingtian felt relieved. Who made the per capita income of developed countries so high?
The idea of siphoning off the money flashed through his mind. He didn't want to do something that crossed the moral bottom line. If he wanted to siphon off the money, he would siphon off the money of those illegal businessmen.
The drummer of the band kept saluting to express his gratitude to these generous tourists. Then he saw Chen Xingtian and Chen Xingtian standing directly in front of him. He couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, and then quickly stood up.
Chen Xingtian thought he was going to hit someone, but in the end he muttered a lot to Chen Xingtian, but Chen Xingtian couldn't understand it at all. No matter how shameless he was, he would still be a little embarrassed in such a scene.
"Can you speak English?" Chen Xingtian couldn't hold himself any longer and asked in understandable English.
The black drummer guy in cool clothes shook his head. Although English is universally accepted, its practicality is the same as that of China. There are still a large number of people who only use the local language.
Just when he was about to seek help from the people around him, the backpack behind him moved again.
"What, can you understand what they are saying?" Chen Xingtian was extremely shocked.
Now he and Kong Kong were in direct spiritual communication, and Kong Kong directly told him that it understood what these foreigners wanted to express.
In the past, he always thought that it was because Kongkong had enough IQ to understand the language of the Celestial Dynasty. After all, he had been watching documentaries before he was taken home, but now Chen Xingtian was not sure. This little guy seemed to be able to read people's thoughts.
"You said they wanted to play a dance music just for me and Xiaomeng!?" Chen Xingtian's eyes widened, and those present thought he was angry because he couldn't understand what the locals said.
Why?
Chen Xingtian patted the black man who was about to find an interpreter and expressed in sign language that he understood what he meant. The black man then danced and explained the reason as he spoke. The general meaning is as follows:
From the first moment I saw you in the crowd, I was attracted by your temperament. It is obviously dusty, but it is also mixed with a touch of nobility. It is obviously different in style, but it also contains a perfect match. Your arrival is worthy of us. Give me a dance song.
Chen Xingtian: "..."
He regretted adding beauty buffs to himself. Even if he put on a fake beard, he still couldn't hide his damn temperament. The same goes for Xiaomeng. Wearing a veil makes him more charming, okay?
Surprisingly, Ding Ruomeng didn't hear what Kong Kong meant. It seemed that only Chen Xingtian could communicate with it through the air, so he had to give a rough explanation to Ding Ruomeng who looked confused.
When he saw the little stars twinkling in Ding Ruomeng's eyes, Chen Xingtian knew that even if the King of Heaven came, he would still have to go through this.
"My charm has nowhere to go."
After stacking his backpacks in the corner, Chen Xingtian sighed, accepting the black man's kindness.
"Put your left hand on my shoulder, your right hand on my waist, and draw your shoulder blades back..." Ding Ruomeng took the trouble to explain to him how to dance the ballroom dance, just like a professional dancer.
Although the dance music was performed by Chen Xingtian, there were more than one couple of dancers. When the lovers present saw such a beautiful pair starting to practice, they couldn't help but form a combination.
Accompanied by the easily identifiable silky vibrato of the violin, the world-famous waltz "The Blue Danube" began to play.
Ding Ruomeng hugged his slightly stiff waist and followed the beat of the instrument, spinning it wantonly.
Along with the four couples who knew how to dance ballroom, they danced to their heart's content in this inappropriate occasion, and a sense of absurdity arose spontaneously.
However, who can deny Chen Xingtian's terrifying learning ability?
Gradually, his waist was no longer stiff, his thoughts were no longer divergent, and his steps gradually reached the happy point.
He ignored the eyes of the people around him, closed his eyes, and pursued the peace in his heart, as if he were holding hands with his lover and came to the Danube River...
Beside the beautiful blue Danube, the sweet flowers are fragrant, soothing the shadows and wounds in his heart. The flowers are still blooming in the barren bushes, and the nightingales are singing.
A string in his heart seemed to be touched, and he suddenly came back to his senses. The person in his arms was still immersed in the melodious atmosphere, and he was also unconsciously intoxicated in this dream-like beauty.
The long-lost throbbing came back. After Chang Qiuyue, he once again found the feeling of heartbeat. That is the beauty of youth!
Maybe this wasn't the kind of emotion he wanted most, but it was absolutely pure and without any impurities. He was once again intoxicated in such an atmosphere and didn't want to wake up.
