在上海前往南非约翰内斯堡的飞机上,爷爷身边坐了一位黑人。夜里机舱暗了下去,睡眼惺忪的我看到,那位黑人正在帮想去上厕所的爷爷解开保险带,微弱的灯光下,脸上有轻柔的笑容。旅游时司机是一位白人,恰巧开过一段正在维修的公路,一位满头大汗的黑人一不留神刚好站在了路中央。司机向着黑人大声吼去,黑人一脸赔罪的笑容。沿街的跳蚤市场里,妈妈在和一位黑人摊主打着交道。生意成交后,黑人仔细地包裹着物品,然后笑着递给妈妈。风很轻,她的牙齿很白,笑 On my flight to Johannesburg, South Africa, my grandfather sat a black man around. The night in the cabin darken, bleary-eyed I saw that the Negro is helping the grandpa to the toilet to unlock the fuselage, weak light, his face with a soft smile. When traveling, the driver was a white man and happened to have been driving through a repairing highway. A sweaty black man just stood by the middle of the road. The driver shouted toward the black man, a black smile on his face. In the flea markets along the street, mum is dealing with a black stall. After the deal, the black wrapped the items carefully and handed them to her mother with a smile. The wind is light, her teeth are white and laughing