Twenty-nine Years Old (Six) [Edited]

The community suddenly came to register, making both of them realize that the identity issue was imminent.

The fat man got away with it this time, but it would be difficult to deal with it next time. It happened that the screening of the appraisal agency was almost done, so the fat man decided to take a day off tomorrow to do the appraisal with Bian Senlin first.

The next few days will be the Mid-Autumn Festival and National Day holidays, so I can take this opportunity to go back to my hometown and finalize the identity issue of Bian Senlin.

Bian Senlin felt inexplicably melancholy. Several days had passed since he came here, and the person who had saved him behind the crack had never come. It was likely that he would really have to live in this strange yet familiar future.

The next morning, Bian Senlin and Fatty took a taxi to the appraisal agency.

As soon as he got off the car, Bian Senlin, with a pale face, quickly located the trash can and vomited out last night's dinner.

He suffers from severe motion sickness, and has had this condition since childhood. If the car ride lasts more than 20 minutes, he will break out in cold sweats and will vomit when he gets off the car.

Once, in order to help him overcome this problem, his father drove him out for several hours every day for half a month after the college entrance examination. He vomited for half a month in a row.

Finally, seeing that there was no effect, Mr. Bian had no choice but to give up and asked him to strengthen his physical exercise.

Fortunately, all the discomfort symptoms will disappear after getting off the car and vomiting.

When Bian Senlin felt a little better, he turned around and saw that there was an even more serious situation here.

I saw a fat man holding a trash can on the side, vomiting even more miserably than him. It's not surprising, the fat man's current physical condition is not as good as his!

When the fat man recovered a little, Bian Senlin handed him some paper and water and said helplessly, "So why do we have to take a taxi?"

"That's because we're afraid we'll miss the appointment time. This place is at least 2 kilometers away from the subway station. By the time we transfer here, the appointment time will have passed."

When the fat man said this, his eyes were a little evasive. Well, he was not the only one who overslept.

While they were talking, they had already got a number. They had thought there wouldn't be many people there, but they still had to get a number and queue up.

As soon as the fat man arrived at the waiting area, he found a seat and closed his eyes to rest. However, his pale face did not make him look as calm as he appeared.

Bian Senlin couldn't bear to look at it. "Don't you really want to consider losing some weight? You look worse than those people in their 50s and 60s. Aren't you tired?"

After spending a few days with the fat man, Bian Senlin noticed his poor physical condition.

The rheumatism caused by severe obesity made it extremely difficult for him to go downstairs or stand up after sitting for a long time. Even walking on flat ground would make him gasp for air. They both had motion sickness since childhood. Bian Senlin recovered soon after getting off the car, but the fat man was still drinking water constantly in an attempt to suppress the discomfort in his stomach.

"Yeah, okay, lose weight, lose weight," the fat man weakly perfunctorily replied to Bian Senlin. It was obvious that he had been perfunctory to others so much that it had become a habit for him.

Bian Senlin was choked by him and couldn't speak for a long time. Finally, seeing how uncomfortable he was, he sighed and said, "The water is ice cold. You can't hold it down like this. I see there's hot water supply over there. I'll go get some."

When Bian Senlin walked to the side to get some water, he heard a commotion coming from the other side, and before he knew it, a group of people had gathered around him.

He was on the second floor and the sound came from the first floor. He walked to the railing and looked down curiously.

At this time, the sound of cracking melon seeds came from the side. Bian Senlin looked in the direction of the sound and saw a girl holding a bag of melon seeds in her hand and a bag for melon seed shells hanging on her wrist. She was cracking melons with relish and watching the show.

The girl saw him looking at her, but she was not afraid. Instead, she handed him the melon seeds and said, "Would you like some?"

"Ah, thank you, but no thanks." Bian Senlin felt a little embarrassed and quickly changed the subject: "What's going on over there?"

The girl had been watching for a while and had a rough idea of ​​what had happened. She shared this with her friends: "The two families suspected they had taken the wrong child and came to get it identified. They started arguing before the results came out..."

Bian Senlin wasn't too interested in the matter and was just about to go back when the girl suddenly got excited and asked, "What are you doing here? Are you looking for an appraisal, too?"

Bian Senlin was fine with listening to gossip, but he didn't want to become someone else's gossip, so he couldn't help but ask, "What about you? You too?"

"Yes, some old bad luck that happened to me. My dad and I came here together, but it's not as bloody as the two families below." The girl was obviously a straightforward person. She blurted out everything when she started chatting.

"At the time, family planning allowed families to only have one child, but my parents wanted a second child, so when I registered my household registration, my relationship was registered as a niece."

Bian Senlin was clearly confused and didn't react. "Huh? You're the eldest child, and the second child is the one who got extra births. Why are you the niece?"

The girl sneered in an almost mocking tone, "They want a son. If I take the only daughter's place first, how will the son be registered?"

Bian Senlin didn't know how to respond for a moment. After a while, he managed to utter, "Do you hate your brother?"

"No" The girl's expression became a little complicated: "In fact, we have a good relationship."

"When I was little, I didn't understand anything. Seeing that everyone else thought it was normal, I didn't think there was anything wrong. After all, the household registration said I was a niece, but I wasn't really a niece."

"I've always called them Mom and Dad since I was little. My relatives, friends, and neighbors all know I'm their daughter, and I haven't felt any difference in my life." The girl paused and added, "At least I didn't feel it back then."

"My grandparents are open-minded and love their grandchildren equally. But when my parents were young, they were obsessed with having a son to carry on the family line. It's ironic when you think about it."

"People are made of comparisons." The girl's eyes became more complicated. "Where we come from, there's a serious preference for boys over girls. I had a classmate who was asked to go back and get married before he finished high school."

"There was another classmate who had excellent grades but unexpectedly failed the college entrance exam. She wanted to repeat a year, but her parents wouldn't allow it. They only gave her two choices: either go out to work with them or go to a junior college. As a result, before she even got her diploma, she had to pay for her two younger brothers' living expenses, haha."

"I see these bloody examples around me, and every time I feel lucky that I wasn't born into a family that favors boys over girls."

"After two years of diligent preparation for the exam, I finally passed and submitted my documents for political review, only to be told I failed due to a false household registration."

"At the time, I felt like I was struck by a bolt from the blue. I've always been a law-abiding person, never even copying homework. I never imagined the word 'fake' would one day be associated with me."

The girl's tone was filled with indignation. "Oh, just because my academic record lists my relationship with my father as 'father and daughter', but my household registration says 'niece', because of a mistake I couldn't have decided, all my two years of hard work has become a joke."

"It was only after I fell into such a setback that I began to pay attention to this seemingly insignificant issue of household registration. It was then that I realized that this not only affected my future, but also directly denied my inheritance rights in the family."

Bian Senlin was listening quietly beside him. He realized that the girl was not talking to him so much as she was confiding her inner distress to herself.

The girl continued mumbling to herself, "My anger and grievances immediately overwhelmed my rationality. I flew home that night and took the results of the political review to my father to confront him."

"I asked him why I was his niece. If he was forced to do so, why didn't he change it back after the second-child policy was implemented? Was he really planning to take advantage of the situation and deprive me of my inheritance rights?"

The girl's eyes were slightly watery. "I can't describe how I felt when I saw my father's guilty and silent expression."

"All I know is that he called my brother back the next day and held a serious family meeting, stating that the future inheritance rights would be shared equally between my brother and me, and nothing would be affected by this."

"Then they asked me to correct the relationship in the household registration, but they required us to show proof of paternity, so we came here to do the identification."

At this time, the girl's mood has returned to calm. She turned to Bian Senlin and said with a smile: "Sorry, I'm so nagging."

"No, no," Bian Senlin waved his hands quickly. He was not very good at dealing with people, let alone girls.

The girl tilted her head and said, "I don't know why I said so much. Maybe you look familiar."

At this time, the girl's number was called on the radio, saving the talkative Bian Senlin.

The girl said hello to Bian Senlin and turned to leave. She heard her father coming to find her after his number was called and waving at her. His hair was already gray and he looked haggard, but he still smiled at her gently. The girl felt a little sour in her nose.

At that moment, the thorn in my heart slowly dissipated, and the scars left behind gradually healed under that smile.

Bian Senlin sighed as he watched the father and daughter leave, and returned to the waiting area with a cup of water.

When the fat man saw Bian Senlin coming back, he raised his eyelids and looked as lazy as a large doll: "What took you so long?"

Bian Senlin handed him the warm water and said casually, "I heard a commotion downstairs just now, so I went to the corridor to check it out. I met someone and chatted with them."

"Huh?" The fat man was puzzled. Bian Senlin was not the type of person who would chat with others.

Bian Senlin was somewhat moved by the girl's story, but he didn't want to discuss other people's privacy behind their backs, so he tried to talk about something else. "I just heard someone say that identity issues involve property and inheritance."

Bian Senlin looked at the fat man and smiled mischievously: "Tell me, with our relationship, isn't your bank account unsafe?"

Unexpectedly, the fat man didn't care at all. He waved his hand dismissively and yawned: "I have no property, but a lot of debts. Welcome to inherit."

Bian Senlin originally wanted to tease the fat man, but he was choked on the spot and did not take the fat man's words seriously.

They waited for a long time before their number was called, but the blood drawing process was quite quick and was over in a short while.

Next they prepared to go back, but the results would have to wait about 7-14 days.

Bian Senlin and the fat man stood on the road, looking at each other. Bian Senlin asked awkwardly, "Should we take a taxi back?"

The fat man looked pale, and he looked at the navigation with lingering fear: "Forget it, it's only 2 kilometers away from the subway station. If we are not in a hurry, we can just scan a shared bike and take the subway."

The two of them each picked up two bicycles on the roadside. Bian Senlin patted the bicycle seat with some satisfaction and sighed, "That's great! Last time, when my roommates wanted to go cycling, they had to take a two-hour bus ride to the wetland park. They rented a bicycle for 20 yuan, and they could only ride it for two hours."

The fat man was speechless: "That was many years ago, but I remember when the small yellow bikes first came out, the bicycle rental vendors in the park deliberately damaged the small yellow bikes. It was simply..."

While the fat man was still lamenting the decline of bicycle dealers, Bian Senlin had already happily ridden a long way away. The fat man could only shake his head and get on his bike to catch up.

At this moment, riding a bicycle with the breeze blowing in the forest was indeed a happy experience. He suddenly felt that all difficulties seemed to be no longer a problem, and he could continue on the road ahead no matter what.

At this moment, he heard someone shouting from behind: "Hey! Hey! Someone fell down, and he can't seem to stand up anymore."

Bian Senlin turned his head and saw that the fat man and the bicycle had fallen to the side, with the fat man lying on the ground motionless.