Confessions of a Beijing taxi driver

I like to chat with the driver's master when I take a taxi recently. First of all, I get carsick. Second, I may have said a lot recently.

Taxi drivers can talk about anything, not at all. Talk about everything from one's marriage to the relationship with parents to the relationship with children. Perhaps for professional reasons, they also like to chat with passengers, so that the boring day-to-day life can pass faster.

The master said that he lives in the suburbs of Beijing, and his parents are poor farmers. Buying a house in Beijing is also out of reach for him, although he has a Beijing hukou. I said, "the old house will be demolished one day and will be assigned to the house, unlike us outsiders." He said, "I don't want a house. The house belongs to my parents." I asked doubtfully, "You are the only child in the family. It must be yours." He said that he had a bad relationship with his parents, his mother was very strong, feudal in thought and very bad-tempered, and all his relatives had broken up and divorced twice. I'm a little surprised. When I met him, I was in my thirties. I am a little calm when I talk about the past with my mouth full of Beijing dialect, as if I were telling other people's stories. It seems a little sad, and my voice seems a little choked. He went on talking about his two marriages. His ex-wife is from Beijing, but his mother doesn't like a single-parent family. He also stole his hukou and wanted to get a marriage certificate secretly, but he was not old enough to get married at that time and was found when he returned his hukou. His mother cried at the top of her lungs, fearing that her son would get married and leave her. Later, because he ran away from home and refused to compromise, they got married, but his mother kept picking on his daughter-in-law, which was completely intentional. Hearing this, I said, "Why don't you move out?" He said that before he got married, his salary was paid to his mother and he left home penniless. So, he lived like this, and then he was very embarrassed. He and his daughter-in-law were driven out of the house and forced to sleep in a blank room where no one lived. Seven years later, his daughter-in-law finally couldn't stand her present life and got divorced. When he got married for the second time, he married a northeast girl and left a son when he divorced. His mother began to spoil her grandson. Every time I take my son to see my grandmother during the Chinese New Year, her mother will make a scene and won't let her take it away. He said that once during the Chinese New Year, her mother slapped his daughter-in-law twice for this. I was very angry when I heard that. It's unfortunate to have such a mother. It's useless to reason with her again. He said he almost got depressed during his second divorce. His mother never tried to make peace, and always felt that she was right, which left her son cornered.

He said he was sorry for his son and didn't want his mother to take him, but he didn't have time to take a taxi every day to earn money. He said he wanted to take care of the children during the holiday, and the children spent three days in a taxi with him. He was distressed to see it, so he had to let his mother look after it first. To make matters worse, imagine that his precious grandson will leave his mother, and her mother will go completely crazy. A controlling man is really terrible!

I was angry and kept giving him advice. I said, you must take your son out. He sneered, I don't have that ability either. You can't make much money driving a taxi. I was silent ... Such a mother completely kidnapped her son and grandson, and educated children in the new century with the ideas of the 1960s. Will she adapt to this cruel society when she grows up? Can he handle interpersonal relationships well? Can he stand the excitement?

How many children can't adapt to society because of their parents' so-called love, and commit suicide by depression. There is a saying that one generation has no good wife, and ten generations have no good children. Everyone is an independent individual. Kidnapping in the name of love means hurting invisibly.

Just then, he received a phone call and told me with a smile that it was his current girlfriend. She also had a daughter who went to the same kindergarten as his son. I quickly asked, did you take this to see your mother now? He said, yes, I said, does your mother accept it? He said, I still don't accept it. I said, how do you get married? He smiled and said, getting married, er ... er ... seems that I can't imagine getting married anymore ...

So we chatted all the way and time passed quickly. When I get to my destination, I may never see it again …

I have been thinking: all along, the working people at the bottom of society are so sad, sad and sad, sad education methods, more sad thoughts …