A loud whistle sounded.

On a downhill road with a large span, a 28-bar bicycle is speeding down with a large bundle of bananas!

It was a skinny black man pulling a banana.

The bundles of bananas are taller than others, tied to the back of the 28 bike like a hill.

The black guy was engrossed on the downhill and put his feet on the bench, trying to keep his body in line with the bike.

The bike is getting faster and faster, like an arrow off the string!

He didn't dare to brake!

In this case, you can't stop the car!

At this time, he is in a race against death!

The people next to him were shocked, but they were used to it!

The black guy whistled vigorously to warn the people down the slope that he was coming!

Some African hawkers who heard the whistle quickly dodged to the side.

As soon as the hawker moved the cart, the 28 bicycle roared by!

If someone sees this scene, they will definitely exclaim, "Don't die all the way, it's all up to the eight characters"!

The life of a black guy is really hard enough.

When Kenya became independent, he was 12 years old, and he began to support his family by carrying bananas.

There are eight people in their family, parents, grandparents, and three younger sisters.

He was the eldest in the family, and his father broke his leg and became crippled when he broke his leg for helping a white banana plantation owner climb a tree to cut bananas.

There is not a penny of compensation.

The white lord of the manor left his father directly on the road.

His father was crawling home, and it was raining heavily.

My grandparents are old and can't work, and my mother has to cook, take care of the family, and especially take care of my disabled father who is lying in bed, and can't leave home.

At the age of twelve, he became the pillar of the family.

In order to survive, he begged the white manor owner to climb a tree and cut bananas instead of his father.

Seeing that he was young and disgusted that he was too slow, the owner of the white manor refused him, but "kindly" allowed him to join the banana transportation team.

From that day on, the black guy began to transport bananas in a cart, because his family was poor and he didn't know how to read, and he didn't even have a name, so the white people called him "Black Skin".

Blackskin began pulling bananas on a rack bike at the age of twelve, and in the blink of an eye, six years later, the rack bike was changed to a 28-bar bicycle.

The bike was awarded to him by a white manor owner.

In six years, with diligence and fearlessness, he helped the owner of the manor transport mountains of bananas and helped him earn mountains of money.

So the owner of the manor showed great mercy, and in order to encourage him to work better for himself, he rewarded him with this second-hand broken bicycle.

When I got the bike, I took the water in a basin, wiped it and wiped it, and even wiped the mud particles in the cracks of the mud tiles, and wiped the chains one by one, and wiped the borrowed engine oil, so that the whole worn-out bicycle looked new.

In order to protect this eating baby, Heipi will carry the bicycle into the house at night, put it at the head of his bed, and then tie a rope to the handlebars and sleep together.

Who makes Kenyan thieves so much, they steal cattle and sheep, even pots and pans, not to mention such expensive bicycles.

When not in use, the black leather hangs the bicycle from the wall of the house and covers it with a torn cloth to avoid dust.

When he uses it, he will take it off, check each part first, and wait until he is sure that there is no problem after checking it again, and then he will set off.

Every time he set out, his grandparents, his mother, his three younger sisters, and even his father, who was crippled and lying in bed, would watch him and bless him personally.

If nothing else, Heipi will be very satisfied with his current life, at least he has supported the family by racing against death, and even now there is a little bit left, and the money has been saved by Heipi, and he is ready to save enough money to buy a prosthetic leg for his father, so that he can get back on his feet.

But he heard that that kind of prosthesis is very expensive, and he is afraid that he will not be able to afford it for the rest of his life!

My father also knew that he might not be able to stand up again in his life, so he asked Heipi to find a tattered basketball, and then put the broken leg in the basketball, stuffed some cotton and weeds in the basketball, and held it on the ground to move.

……

The whistle sounded.

This is the whistle of the triumphant victory of the black skin after transporting the bananas.

This moment was his happiest moment.

Prove that he has won the race against death again.

He can stop and lavishly eat a bite of fried rice on the side of the road to replenish his energy.

Today, the roadside selling grabs is very lively, and it is different from usual, there are many people around, and they are all young people who are about the same as him.

The black skin didn't know what was going on.

He lovingly tied the 28-bar bicycle to the side of the road, and then asked the familiar owner of the grab bar to help watch the car, and he leaned over to look at it with the grab bag wrapped in leaves.

It turned out that there was a recruitment note posted on the wall.

"This is a Chinese Confucius Institute recruiting students! All aspiring young people as young as 18 years old can participate! ”

"Wow, that's a great deal! In the college, you can not only learn Chinese, but also eat and live, and most importantly, there is a scholarship! ”

"Yes, the scholarship is about $300 a year! Dollars, that's dollars! It's enough for us ordinary people to eat for three years! ”

These people are right, in Kenya, a poor African country, 300 dollars is enough for many poor people to feed for three years!

Hei Pi was eating and grabbing the baba, and when he heard the words, he raised his head suddenly, his eyes shining hot, and his ears were pricked up, listening carefully.

"That's not all, don't you see what is written on it, all students who enter the Confucius Institute can also learn sewing skills, cooking skills, and weaving skills for free in their spare time!"

"Wow, that's all delicious!"

"Of course, a tailor in our village can't spend all the money he earns in a year! There are also chefs who know how to cook Chinese food, and many restaurants are rushing to ask for it! ”

"This is a rare opportunity, and these Chinese are really kind!"

"Who said no, when the time comes, after learning Chinese, you can also get an official and a half-job in those Chinese companies!"

"In short, these Chinese are much better than those white people, and they will plunder us and enslave us!"

"Long live Huaguo! Long live the Chinese! ”

Some black youths at the scene became excited, waving their fists and shouting loudly.

"Alright, don't scream! Should I sign up or not? "There was a nearby table that was in charge of filling out forms, and there was a black man who knew Chinese sitting in the back.

"Of course! I'll go first! ”

"I'll go first!"

Black youths scrambled for fear they wouldn't be able to grab the form.

Blackskin's heart moved.

His mind was full of scholarships, free learning of sewing techniques, cooking techniques.

He is not stupid, he clearly knows that he cannot ship bananas for the rest of his life.

Especially in a race against death like this, I can't figure out if I will die on the road one day.

He swallowed a mouthful of saliva and hurriedly licked up the rice cake on his fingers, and then tried to get in: "I, I also have to fill out the form!" ”

Luckily-——

After some scrambling, the black interviewer took one look at him and handed him a form.

Blackskin didn't care about grabbing the cake in his hand, stuffed it into his pocket, and took the pen to fill it out, only then did he remember that he was illiterate, and besides, he didn't have a name.

The other black youths barely filled them all out, and some of them were illiterate, so they found someone to fill them out instead.

In the end, only the black skin was left.

He stood in front of the interview desk a little bewildered.

The black interviewer got impatient and asked him, "Did you finish writing?" ”

"No, no! I, I'm illiterate! ”

"If you can't read, don't say it sooner! Waste of time! "The interviewer was a little upset.

At this time, a voice said: "It doesn't matter if you can't read, as long as you are willing to learn, you will know a lot of Chinese characters and idioms in the future." ”

"Huh?" Heipi hurriedly turned around, only to see an extremely handsome Chinese man looking at him with a smile.

When the black interviewer saw the visitor, he immediately stood up and said with a respectful face: "Mr. Du, why are you here?" ”

Other blacks who knew Du Yongxiao also saluted respectfully.

Others who didn't know each other looked surprised, and they didn't understand who this person was, why the pie was so big, and the aura was so big, that people couldn't help but want to be in awe.

"I'm here to take a look. How's the recruitment? ”

"A lot of people sign up!" The interviewer, who was arrogant just now, is sneering at the moment.

Du Yongxiao nodded, glanced back at Heipi and said, "What's your name?" What does it do? ”

"I'm a banana carrier."

"Transporting bananas?"

Heipi hurriedly pointed to the 28-bar bicycle that was grabbing the baba stall next to him, "That's my car!" ”

Du Yongxiao understood, and said with a smile: "You must be very powerful!" If you are willing to join our Confucius Institute, I can ask someone to reserve a place for you. ”

"Of course!" Heipi became excited, grabbed Du Yongxiao's arm, and immediately felt offended, hurriedly let go, and said with a grateful face: "Thank you, sir, you are such a good person!" I don't know how to thank you! ”

"Don't thank me, as long as you are willing to work hard to learn our Chinese culture!" Du Yongxiao patted the other party on the shoulder, and then said to the black man in charge of recruitment: "Help him deal with the form, and reserve a seat for him by the way!" ”

"Yes, Mr. Du!" The black recruiter bowed.

"Oh yes, what's your name?" Du Yongxiao turned around and asked Heipi again.

Blackskin grabbed his scalp and said embarrassedly, "I'm sorry, I'm ...... I don't have a name! But they all call me Blackskin, because I'm black, and a lot of people call me Blackskin! ”

Du Yongxiao smiled and said to Heipi: "If you don't mind, I'll help you choose a name." ”

"Really? Thank you, thank you so much! Blackskin was so excited that he was about to cry.

The white men looked down on him, and called him blackskin, and the black men looked down on him, because he didn't even have a name, and now there was such a noble man who was willing to help him choose a name, and he felt that it must be his own efforts and diligence that touched God.

Du Yongxiao smiled slightly, glanced at the 28-bar bicycle, and then glanced at Heipi and said: "Since you ride a bicycle to support bananas, I will help you choose a powerful and domineering name, and you will be called -——"

Du Yongxiao paused, "Ao Debiao! ”

(End of chapter)