520 Picking up garbage and marrying into a wealthy family

"Yeah." Xiang Aiguo nodded to Xiang Huanian, then turned around and continued watching TV.

In Xiang Huanian's impression, her father had always been like this towards her, indifferent, as if it made no difference whether she was there or not.

"Where's mom?"

Xiang Huanian looked around the room and didn't see Chen Aifang, so he asked.

"Your mother went to buy groceries."

"Oh."

That's perfect, she can use this time to pack her luggage.

Carrying the suitcase, Xiang Huanian walked into his room, put the suitcase down, and started packing the most important things first.

The certificates she had obtained since childhood, various graduation certificates, some graduation photos taken with classmates, and the freelance form that she had to fill out in college to ensure her employment rate... Xiang Huanian was glad that she had the habit of keeping things organized. All the written documents and certificates were classified in an A4 file storage album. With this album away, she would have all the basic documents, which was even richer than her file bag.

Xiang Huanian kept all his documents very well and could take them away with him. The only thing he couldn't take away was probably the household registration book and real estate certificate of his family that were put away by Chen Aifang.

Xiang Huanian didn't need the property certificate, but the household registration booklet... Xiang Huanian really wanted to move her own household registration out alone. However, these days, even changing a name that one was not satisfied with required asking someone to do it for her. The procedures were one after another and very difficult. It would be even more difficult for her to move her female household registration alone.

To obtain a city hukou, one must own a house; to obtain a rural hukou, one must inherit land in the village. Both paths are as difficult as climbing to the sky for Xiang Huanian.

Relocating your household registration is a long and arduous task...

As for the books she had used since she was a child, every time she finished elementary school, junior high school, high school, and university, Chen Aifang disliked the space they took up and sold them to the uncle who collected waste paper, regardless of how Xiang Huanian cried and begged her not to sell them, as she wanted to keep some memories for herself and treasure her past studies.

In the end, all of them were taken away by the waste paper collector at the price of cardboard at that time. All that was left to Xiang Huanian were his notebooks filled with various knowledge, but Xiang Huanian was not able to keep all of them.

I don’t know if you have ever had this experience: as long as your academic performance is good, once you graduate, all kinds of relatives and friends you don’t know will come up to you and ask for your notebooks.

The excuse is, "Since you don't need them anymore, give them to our child. He/she will be in middle school/high school next year. Let them borrow your notes in advance to learn how you, their excellent sister, got the good grades. Let us also take some credit..."

But usually, notes borrowed in this name cannot be recovered.

Moreover, the other party’s children are not taken seriously.

Your precious notes, which you treasured for three years, read countless times, and each time you carefully smoothed the corners of the paper for fear of wrinkling them, were all snatched away by this group of robbers called relatives.

The key point is that after being snatched away, they are still thrown into the corner to collect dust, or just thrown away.

People always flock to other people's things, but when they get them, they sneer at them.

Xiang Huanian had such an experience of being robbed.

Her mother happened to be a person who cared a lot about her reputation.

When Xiang Huanian was in junior high school or high school, those relatives, when he went out to have a farewell dinner with his classmates, took away all the hard work he had put into his academic career with just a few flattering words.

When Xiang Huanian came back from the celebration, he felt like the sky had fallen when he saw his room had been ransacked.

It is as if the castle you painstakingly built bit by bit over many years was given away by your mother who did not know its value.

To put it more simply, it is like you work hard and suffer like a grandson in society for many years, and finally save money to buy yourself a house and have your own little world. As a result, in the blink of an eye, in the time it takes for formaldehyde to emit, it is occupied and used by unknown uncles and aunts.

How disgusting.

That was the first time Xiang Huanian lost his temper during his entire adolescence, when he should have been rebellious but was actually extremely well-behaved.

Xiang Huanian shouted at Chen Aifang, who was still confused and felt that Xiang Huanian was making a fuss, "

"That's my stuff, why did you just give it away without asking me?"

"That's mine! It's mine! What right do you have!"

"Who did you give it to? Get it back! Get it back now!"

"..."

That was also the first time Xiang Huanian's emotional breakdown was so obvious. She screamed and smashed a lot of things, but all she got was Chen Aifang, who couldn't understand and was completely unaware of her mistakes. She said something irresponsible and light-hearted:

"Hey, be quiet, you're giving me a headache... I'll give it away. It would be so embarrassing to ask for it back. Forget it. You've already started school and you won't need it. What's wrong with giving it to someone else..."

Xiang Huanian still remembers clearly that at that time, Chen Aifang was indifferent to his quarrels and breakdown, and only looked annoyed and irritated.

Perfunctory comfort, apology for doing something wrong, compensation that should be made afterwards... nothing.

Xiang Huanian also remembered his initial reaction:

"Okay, you don't want it back, right? Who came to my house today? Don't force me to check the surveillance cameras in the community to see which two relatives you brought in to steal my things. Either I call the police! Or you make them return all my things! You choose one!"

After hearing this, Chen Aifang reluctantly and grimly picked up the phone and asked the other party to return the things. While talking on the phone, she also put all the blame on Xiang Huanian.

"Yeah, my one's gone crazy and won't do anything no matter what I say. Oh, sorry..."

then……

Xiang Huanian didn't get all his notebooks back until the next day.

But in just a few hours, just one night, the notebooks she had carefully cared for, some of which had worn out paper after years of use, were stained with drinks, chili oil, water stains... and unknown stains.

At that moment, Xiang Huanian felt nauseous.

I feel like my things have been tainted.

Xiang Huanian felt disgusted, but was also ruthless. She pulled the iron basin used for burning paper during the New Year and lit it directly at the door, burning the soiled notebooks. At that time, Xiang Huanian was really sad, with tears and snot streaming, but she did not forget to imitate Nian Ci, who burned paper money for ancestors during the New Year, and recited mourning words for the notebooks that were unfortunately killed.

This scared Chen Aifang.

It was also after that time that Chen Aifang finally became afraid. She no longer interfered with Xiang Huanian's things, nor did she dare to touch Xiang Huanian's things.

Therefore, everything in Xiang Huanian's room was intact and untouched.

Therefore, Xiang Huanian is also cleaning up smoothly now.

After packing the necessary documents, it was time to reminisce. Xiang Huanian pulled out the treasure chest hidden in the bedside cabinet. The rough and yellowed but clean box was filled with Xiang Huanian's precious childhood memories.

The things inside are not expensive, but in the eyes of Xiang Huanian, who has grown up, they are all priceless treasures.

After packing up the treasure chest full of memories and the only remaining notebook, I also put the only doll on the bed that had accompanied me to sleep for a long time into the box. The only things left to sort out were some clothes.

There was no rush for clothes for the time being, but Xiang Huanian looked at the suitcase, which was only one-third full after packing the documents, memories, and dolls, and became a little silent.

Ok……

Is this all I have left of my first half of life?