Folktales occupy a large position in traditional Chinese culture.

In many stories, we not only felt the joy of listening to stories, but also felt the traditional culture.

Here I have compiled a folk tale about the happy black buddy for you. Please follow my steps and read about the happy black buddy.

In South Africa, happiness seems to be everywhere in the air and is contagious.

On the day I arrived in South Africa, I entered the customs and queued up to go through the formalities.

At the end of the adjacent team, suddenly there was a handsome black guy. His little head dove into the queue, dodging left and right, like a martial arts master in a kung fu movie, changing shape and leaping through the dark crowd to reach the counter.

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Don't get me wrong, he's not cutting the queue, he's an airport employee and he just wants to deliver a document to the counter.

After completing the task, he shook his little head, hummed a little tune, and left.

When it was my turn, the black girl was sitting behind the counter, smiling and asking where I was from.

Suddenly, someone in the hall opened his voice and sang, with a strong beat and a loud voice. It was the theme song of the World Cup.

The black beauty put down her work, stood up and looked in the direction of the singing. Her hips twisted slightly and her big mouth reached to her ears.

After twisting for more than ten seconds, she suddenly came to her senses. She sat down and smiled apologetically at me. What she asked again had nothing to do with her work at that moment: Who'ssinging? After getting the luggage, she went out.

I was stopped in front of the gate by a black man from the customs who was responsible for randomly checking my luggage. Following his instructions, I opened my suitcase, thinking that I was going to check for contraband, but I was wrong. I saw a book in the box.

, I asked what kind of book it was, what it was about, who wrote it, has this person written many books... one question followed the other, as if he wanted to talk about literature and life, and it was so frivolous.

Serving tea, warming wine, and chatting. I was in a hurry to go out and catch the bus, so I had to interrupt him abruptly: Brother, have you finished checking? Brother Hei spread his hands with an exaggerated expression and shrugged to apologize for delaying me.

After a while, he laughed slyly, and finally loudly announced: Wele to South Africa! While watching the game, the locals took us shopping one day and came to a beige wall.

On the other side, the speed of the car suddenly slowed down like a snail. The guide called to everyone: Look, this is the home of Mr. Mandela, whom the South African people admire most. There are several cars parked at the door. The guide said,

Teacher Mandela was receiving friends from neighboring countries at home - because these cars did not have South African license plates. Standing next to a few cars were three or four tall, majestic-looking black guys, who looked like they were professionals responsible for security.

People. What’s interesting is that the guards look majestic, but they don’t hide their happy nature. One of them is practicing a 360-degree turn on the spot. When the turn is not in place, the people next to him laugh; there is also a shoulder and head

He kept shaking tremblingly, as if he was humming to the beat, but there were no headphones on his ears, and the music was in his heart. Seeing this scene, he couldn't help but think about it, if Mandela was at home, he would occasionally stand there with a cup of black tea.

Looking out the window and seeing his guards twirling and dancing, he will surely smile with joy because his compatriots are so happy.