Chapter 2 — Identity Recovery Trial

"Ninh Ninh just borrowed my identity to go to school first." "Once she graduates, we will compensate her." I laughed. "How to compensate?" "Give me back four years?" Giang Nghien avoided my eyes. "Next year you can take the exam again." I asked him word by word: "So who is this year's Giang Van?" He did not answer. After returning home, I discovered that my household registration book, ID, exam application notice, and bank card were all locked in my father's office. Mom sat in the living room holding a bowl of soup. "Drink it." "You haven't eaten properly in three days, don't let your body collapse." I looked at that bowl of soup and suddenly felt nauseous. She cut my life down to give it to Giang Ninh, then came to worry about whether I was hungry or not. I pushed the bowl of soup out. Soup spilled on her dress. She raised her hand and slapped me. "I don't know what to do." "We raised you this far, so what's the point of repaying your family a little?" I held my face and looked at her. "You are my biological daughter." Her eyes moved slightly. But very quickly he became stronger again. "Because I'm a biological daughter, I have to understand things even more." That night, I picked the lock to the office. But the papers inside were gone. On the table there was only a debt note written by my father. He said after Jiang Ninh graduated, they would give me two hundred thousand yuan. My admission notice has disappeared. My name has disappeared. They publicly valued my future at two hundred thousand yuan. 3. I don't study for exams again. The Giang family did not give me their household registration book, did not give me their identification card, nor did they give me any money. They were afraid that I would continue to take the university entrance exam, afraid that I would go to University A and cause trouble. Giang Nghien found me a job as a cashier at the supermarket. He said: "Just do it for now." "Your qualifications are not high, don't be picky." I stood behind the cashier, scanned codes, packaged and paid change to customers. The overhead lights are bright every day until late at night, shining so brightly that people's eyes sting. Meanwhile, on his personal page at University A, Giang Ninh posted photos of the library, clubs and scholarship certificates. My name is written on each certificate. Giang Van. Every time I see it, I feel like someone took my name out on the street and trampled it once. She also deliberately sent the photo to the family chat group. "Today the lecturer praised your very good logical thinking ability." "Thank you, parents and brother, for always supporting me." My mother replied with a string of hearts. Giang Nghien transferred her five thousand yuan. "Our Ninh Ninh is the best." Even my father rarely appeared. "Don't be arrogant, keep trying." No one in the group mentioned me. It's like Giang Van really died in that locked old house. I didn't leave the group. I took screenshots and saved each conversation. I started redoing my ID. For the first time, the system showing my ID is being used elsewhere, requiring verification. The second time, when I went to the police station, Giang Nghien came first, said my mental state was unstable and took me away. The third time, I brought along the supermarket owner. The owner's name is Trieu, her voice is very loud, her hands are also very strong. She sat down in front of the window to work. "If this girl wants to redo the paperwork, let her do it." "Who dares to say she's crazy, I'll call the police first." That day, I finally got my ID back. The me in my ID photo is very thin, with dark blue circles under my eyes. But looking at that small photo, tears still fell from my eyes. This is the first time after a year of being robbed that I hold my name in my hand again. I started saving money. Working as a cashier during the day, tutoring elementary school students at night. Go to court on weekends to attend hearings. These

If I don't understand, I'll write it down and then go home and look it up. I also wrote many emails to the Law Department of University A. The first ten emails were like rocks sinking to the bottom of the sea. Until Giang Ninh's third year of university, Professor Tran answered me. Emails are very short. Student Giang Van, please provide a recent photo of yourself, your university entrance exam registration number, a photo of your original exam results, and documents that can prove your identity has been impersonated. I looked at that email for a long time. That day, the supermarket was inventorying the boxes of milk that were about to expire, the refrigerator was wide open, and cold air blew on my feet. But my hands were so hot that they were shaking. I knew the door had finally cracked a crack. I began to collect evidence more carefully. Every time Giang Ninh comes home, I turn on my old phone to record. She looks more and more like Giang Van. She will use my name to answer the phone. She would say at the dinner table: "The lecturer in the department recommended you to enter the graduate program." My mother laughed so much that she couldn't close her mouth. "I said you were better than your sister." My father reminded her. "Don't say nonsense outside." Giang Ninh lost patience. "I know." "Anyway, no one at school has ever met her." I recorded this sentence. In the fourth year, Giang Ninh received a direct admission to graduate school.