Prose about a female Didi driver late at night

1

Spring has arrived in the small town, but the chill still lingers.

The spring rain was pouring down, hitting my face with ice, and I couldn't help but feel a little cooler. Maybe I was enjoying this spring rain that was as expensive as oil, but I forgot to hold an umbrella and let the chaotic raindrops Wash away all the fatigue.

Everything is business as usual, I am used to calling a Didi car late at night. Sitting in a strange car, watching the city lights slowly retreat outside the car window and slowly extinguishing while driving, and then looking at the stranger in front of you who is still busy making a living, you will feel a strange feeling, as if There is a mysterious connection between us.

"Hello, there is a child in my car, do you mind?" A warm female voice came from the other end of the microphone.

"I don't mind, I'll drive slowly by myself, and pay attention to safety." Perhaps, the mother with her child at this moment has too much helplessness. Although she has never met, I feel a little sympathy in my heart. heart.

When a snow-white vehicle drove in from the dark night, I saw a woman with exquisite makeup sitting in the driver's seat from a distance, and waved to her politely. This was the first time I met a female driver late at night, and I was full of curiosity about her story.

"Mom, I'm sitting in the back seat, not talking." The cat in the back seat is a little boy wearing a yellow shirt. He is holding a bag of sugar cane and sitting obediently in the corner. . If I hadn't heard him talking as soon as I got in the car, I most likely wouldn't have noticed him.

The journey home was not short. The driver and I chatted for a while starting from the topic of children. She is a cheerful person who can't stop talking once she starts talking; she is also a miserable woman who can't stop being sad even when she gets emotional.

2

She originally had a happy family, and she and her ex-husband were college sweethearts. Both of them came from the countryside. The same life experiences and goals made them cherish each other and work hard together. They soon entered the marriage hall, got married and had children. Later, the pressure on the family increased, and the husband went to Beijing alone to work hard. He left for ten years.

In the past ten years, they have been together less and more apart, but they have been in peace with each other. She was raising her children alone, and her job had not improved much. She was still a clerk in an insurance company. My husband has risen from a low-level employee to the company's vice president, and his salary has already doubled. However, after ten years of living in two places, my husband is no longer the rural boy who never changed his original intention and struggled endlessly. What has changed along with his identity is his heart.

It was during the Spring Festival of 2016 that I found out about my husband’s affair. She accidentally saw her husband's WeChat message. Late at night, the young girl would always send ambiguous text messages, which made her fall into the ice cave. When she unlocked her phone with her husband's finger in the early morning and saw the disgusting messages and unsightly pictures, her chills turned to anger, then to shame, and finally she melted into the dripping tears.

Ten years of life have already made her extremely strong. She did not yell at her husband. Her tears dried up and her heart became cold. She calmly filed for divorce from her husband, and he read a kind of determination in her disappointed and sharp eyes. He knew what had happened and knelt down to beg his wife's forgiveness, but it was too late. In the end, her husband left the house, and the children were awarded to her, as well as a house with an unpaid loan.

3

The heavy life also gave her a hard armor. After the divorce, she did not bow her head in the face of an even more difficult life.

She began to become busier and more fulfilled. I sell insurance during the day and run Didi at night. I work so hard just to give my children a better future.

"Have you ever thought about giving up?" I couldn't help but interject.

"I dare not give up, because when I look back, there is no one." She finished speaking, followed by a long sigh, and then looked back at the child who was sleeping soundly in the back row. At that moment, her eyes It is filled with endless profound meanings...

When the bus arrives at the station, our story ends here. When I stood under the dim street lights, watching her slowly drive into the sleeping city, I thought of myself, looked back, and found that there was no one behind me...

The only good thing is that I looked up. Go, the light of the road ahead keeps shining into the distance.