Lin Yimao sat on a raised stone and looked at the bonfire curiously.

Bonfire dances are also considered a traditional performance of the African people. You can see or participate in various bonfire dances wherever you go.

African people are particularly enthusiastic about foreign tourists.

Especially some cannibals, they will kindly invite everyone who appears in front of them to the center of the bonfire and serve them with special forage, which will drive the kids next door crazy!

…

Of course, such a race almost does not exist now. Even if it does exist, it is difficult for you to see it, or...live to spread the news to the outside world.

Black people seem to be born with an unparalleled talent for music. Everyone can hum an ancient song and then dance a local folk dance.

Speaking of which, the marimba, the main instrument in "Shape of You", was actually the one Lin Yimao met and learned while traveling around the world in Africa.

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…

"That's what I want to show you tonight." A female voice sounded from behind.

You don’t need to look to know that it’s Claire, the eldest lady of Universal Music, CEO of Universal Music Korea, and Lin Yimao’s manager.

"Isn't it a bonfire dance?" Lin Yi was stunned: "Is there anything special about it?"

Claire nodded, walked to Lin Yimao, and then looked at her watch: "That's about it. It should start soon."

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard a shout.

A black male places a torch on a campfire.

This special wood ignites easily and spreads quickly.

Soon, the blazing fire illuminated the surrounding area.

When the people drinking around saw this scene, they put down their wine glasses and gathered towards the bonfire.

"This should be a bonfire dance for hundreds of people." Lin Yimao's eyes reflected the flames.

"It's less this time." Claire said.

The conversation between the two was normal, and both of them tacitly understood what had just happened and did not mention it again.

It's just the alcohol causing trouble after drinking, that's all.

…

"Don't you want to go and participate?"

"Let's take a look first." Lin Yimao shook his head.

All around the bonfire, blacks, whites, and Asians were seen spreading out and forming three circles under the command of some locals.

Immediately afterwards, more than a dozen black people carrying African drums walked into the center of the circle and stood in an orderly row as if they had been rehearsed.

There are many ways to beat the African drum, but the most common method is to hit it on the ground.

"ya~ya~~ya~~~yi~"

"yoluoluoluoluo~"

Following a chant from someone unknown, people in South Africa or other parts of Africa slapped their lips with their hands and let out the iconic mouth-slapping cry!

"Dong dong dong~dong~dong dong..."

The dozen or so bare-chested black men who were in the center of the crowd also started to move, beating the African drums tied to their waists with both hands, beating one beat after another.

…

"Nothing special?" Lin Yimao said, looking at the scene in front of him.

"Why are you so anxious? You'll know soon." Just after finishing speaking, Claire seemed to have discovered something. She patted Lin Yimao's shoulder and pointed in a direction: "Look over there."

Lin Yimao said and looked in the direction of her finger. A strong man came to the middle of the crowd carrying a black rectangular object about one meter high.

"That's... a stereo?" Lin Yimao asked uncertainly.

"Bingo~" Claire snapped her fingers.

As soon as he finished speaking, I saw the black man operating in front of the stereo.

"Zi~zhi~bang..."

A dynamic rhythm came out.

The combination of the two rhythms made the crowd excited instantly.

Lin Yimao looked at the scene in front of him speechlessly.

【Good guy, it’s still charged!】

That's right, the sound playing on the speakers is actually electronic music!

The combination of African people's singing and the rhythm of beating African drums with electronic music is unexpectedly exciting!

"Actually, many people don't appreciate traditional African campfire singing and dancing," Claire said.

Lin Yimao nodded, but he couldn't appreciate it either.

He also believed that more than 80% of the outsiders and even some locals present could not appreciate traditional African songs and dances.

What they participate in is not singing and dancing, but the culture that has been passed down in this land for countless years.

…

"yaya~ya~yo~"

"Dong dong dong~dong~"

"ya~yo~a~ya~"

"Pah pah pah~pah~"

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…

Regardless of whether they understand the meaning of the song or not, as long as they can follow the simple lyrics and rhythm, people will not be stingy with their passion.

Going to a place and experiencing the local culture is the most meaningful thing about traveling.

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In the end, Lin Yimao did not participate. For someone with mysophobia, being surrounded by big men is not a happy thing.

On the car.

"How do you feel?" Claire asked.

"It's... quite fashionable."

This was the first time for Lin Yimao to see such a modern African bonfire dance, and he felt something in his heart.

"Don't forget what's behind the beach."

"Forehead……"

Lin Yimao thought of the rows of buildings behind the beach, with many bars underneath them...

No wonder electronic music has been reorganized.

"By the way, let me tell you a story." Claire suddenly said: "I heard it from the locals before you came here. It's very interesting."

"you say."

Lin Yimao didn't mind listening.

"long long ago……"

"Don't start with such a cliché, okay?"

"All right……"

…

"Very...probably during the First World War..."

"That can't be said to have been a long, long time ago. It was only over a hundred years ago."

"Shut up!"

…

"During World War I, a group of indigenous people lived on a fertile island in the Atlantic Ocean."

"They did not learn to plant, but relied on hunting and gathering to survive."

"Of course, we occasionally hunt some humans who accidentally end up on the island."

[Aren’t they just cannibals...]

Lin Yimao murmured in his heart and did not dare to speak. He was afraid that Claire would turn the steering wheel in anger.
To be continued...