A taxi driver in summer

the hottest time of summer is coming.

I came out of the station sweating, exploding in the heat. The air conditioner of the hapless bus broke down midway, and the bus was so hot that it felt like the car was going to smoke. I guess there are fine beads of sweat hanging from the triangle of my forehead and mouth, and my cheeks must be red. Maybe there are fine grains of salt left after the sweat stains are dry in the neck or ears.

I should have gone to the station bathroom to wash my face, add some sunscreen, and put on a foundation. By the way, cut the disheveled hair in the car. On such a hot day, it should be very comfortable to wind up your hair or tie a ball. The sweaty appearance of a girl is very unsightly, and I especially can't accept the sweaty face of a well-dressed girl when eating or walking, as well as marks under her armpits. It makes everyone watching feel so embarrassed that they want to die.

but time is tight. There will be a meeting at two o'clock. It will take at least half an hour from the station, under the premise that there is no traffic jam. It was already 01:55.

I stopped three taxis, and as soon as I heard where I was going, I immediately shook my head and rolled up the window. Just as I was dying to sit and cry, a car took me.

it's cool in the taxi. I was excited by the cold wind. Now when I write the word "exciting spirit", I can still feel the cool breeze blowing into the bones that day. The air conditioner is a boon. The "father of air conditioning" is Willis Haviland Carrill, an American. His name is worthy of our printing, posted directly above the air outlet of the air conditioner, and accepts our gratitude every summer.

when I recovered from the air-conditioning wind, I found that the taxi driver frowned together and his face was so ugly that my eyes dared not stay on his face. "xx (where I'm going) this hellhole can't get in or out." Then there was a long sigh. I was going to say thank you, but I was held back.

he murmured again: it was too TM to recite today. It took me more than an hour to run for more than ten yuan. Shit. It was very easy for him to scold.

I replied gingerly, "Sorry, I'm in a hurry today." Although I don't know why I told him this. I'm sorry. But be careful when you are away from home.

there were a few more minutes of silence.

I sat in the copilot and I could see his hands. When I observe a person, especially a man, the first place to look at is the hand, and the second is the face. His hands are whiter than his arms, his bones are not thick, and he is not like a manual worker. The nails were filed neatly, which didn't coincide with his bad temper. The person who always feels that his hands are clean must also be a gentle and moist gentleman.

he wears a black T-shirt, which makes his skin black. The wrinkles on the face are very deep, but I feel that the age should be on forty tails and fifty heads. There is a teacup with no color in the space behind the stall, probably for a long time. Coupled with the perennial accumulation of tea dirt, the color of the cup gets darker and darker as it goes up. The tea, which accounts for nearly half of the cup, makes the dark brown tea feel creepy at a glance. In such a hot summer, it is obvious that you should drink cool light tea to be comfortable.

in front of the copilot is his license plate. If the photo were not the same as his face, I couldn't help but see him. The work card has a light blue shirt collar, white skin, dark hair, and sparkling eyes.

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"what are you doing in xx?" He startled me by asking questions coldly.

"go on a business trip."

"where do you work?" His tone was much softer than before.

where do I say?

he adjusted his sitting posture, asked me if I was admitted to the exam, and asked me which school I was in.

after I told him which school it was, he looked at me. You have a good school, aren't you? He's not sure. I explained it briefly to him.

he adjusted his sitting posture, continued to use a hesitant tone, and asked, what major do you think is better now? The tone is completely different from the man who just got in the car and scolded TM. A little humble, as if to please me, for fear of offending me.

he told me intermittently that he had a son who could take 570 or 80 in every mock exam in this year's college entrance examination. "I haven't read many books. I don't know which major is good. I heard that it is difficult to find a job after graduating from some majors." I told him some of my views on choosing a major in the university, including his son's strengths and weaknesses in liberal arts and science, and he listened very carefully. He will repeat the major I have recommended several times, add his understanding, and then confirm with me whether it is right, like a cautious student who is afraid of making mistakes.

sure enough, there was a traffic jam behind me, and the time for the meeting went by. I'm so impatient. The driver was unexpectedly calm, took a sip of tea, and talked to me about his family affairs. He said his son grew up with him. My wife ran away with someone else when her son was very young. At first, the driver left his son at home for the old mother, and he was outside to make money. Once when he came home, his son ran when he saw him and did not sleep with him at night, crying for his grandmother. "if it goes on like that, I guess I won't recognize me anymore." The driver then took him out of the countryside to make money and send his son to school at the same time. He handed out flyers, worked as a security guard, a hotel doorman, and a supermarket cashier. He is very experienced in all kinds of work, and the construction workers on the construction site pay the fastest. According to the daily calculation, they can earn up to three or four hundred a day, but his body can't stand it. He didn't go there after less than three days. The high temperature of nearly 40 degrees, climbing scaffolding, dizziness when looking down. "the taxi driver is also tired, at least the wind does not blow, the rain does not drench, the sun does not bask in."

at this time, he put his hands on the steering wheel and tapped his pretty fingers gently on the plate circle. With a pleasant face and an outstretched brow, he was a different person from the previous one. We lined up at the back of the long motorcade, with red taillights at a glance. He seemed to be talking to himself and me, but he worked a long time as a taxi and was too old to bear it. "another three or five years of my son's age. It would be nice to graduate from school. " I casually say that if you are admitted to graduate school, it will be more than that. He played aloud in an instant. Alas, there was nothing he could do about it. He would have to open it for a few more years.

his laughter made me a little sad. People come and go in the street, and there are endless stories to tell. The driver next to him did not know how many passengers had told his story. Each passenger listens to his story and walks for a while, then leaves the story in the taxi copilot, in the back seat, in the summer heatwave, in the endless traffic, and then goes to finish his story.

when I write here, I suddenly lose interest. There's nothing to write about. Who are not the parents, who have not experienced the vicissitudes of life?

even so, the college entrance examination has been over for such a long time. I still remember this man who swears and mentions his son but is very gentle. I wonder how his son did in the exam. I don't know how many more years he will have to drive a taxi in the future. Presumably on such a hot day, he still drank suspiciously colored tea from the cup that could not see the color, cursed a few dirty words when impatient, and was still full of tenderness when he mentioned some people and certain things.