C1 My Name

This was a story about a name.

The name is the first wish and hope that parents give to everyone when they are born into this world.

Whether in the East or the West, names more or less influence our potential character as we grow up.

Raise a chestnut,

I live in the south, usually called the name of the girl with poetry or calligraphy, such as Chen Shiyun, Zhang Jingrou.

Most of them grew up in conservative families, were introverted, spoke in whispers, and didn't behave in an outrageous manner even in puberty. They studied hard in exams, scored average upper-middle grades, graduated as OL, and got married and had children before the age of 30.

Or perhaps, there were boys with families in their names, such as Wang Jiajun and Zhou Jiaming.

After graduation, they rarely left their hometown to develop. Their salary was average, and they would patiently accompany their girlfriend or their wife to go shopping and buy clothes. They basically did not have the guts to look for Little Three behind their back.

For example, those who were beautiful were never beauties, while those who were handsome were never handsome.

It's the same in the West.

Her name was Grace or Phobe, and she had been a great beauty since she was young.

As long as the name Paul is extremely introverted, like to read books and chat about the opposite sex in social software;

Sam is always a big, muscular, talkative, mindless guy.

Not a single one of them, Richard, disliked beer and was bald in his middle age.

Almost every boss's female secretary is called Amanda because they seem to be especially good at managing schedules and answering phone calls.

The name would accompany a person from the womb until the grave.

As the Japanese novel's Yin-Ming said, the name is the world's shortest spell, we are all bound in the name.

All things in the universe have names, only gods have no names.

I seriously recall when I first found out that there was a problem with my name.

About three or four years old.

Before that, my little name was Niuniu.

At that time, many parents would teach their children to write their own names when they were just beginning to teach them to write.

I went home and I had to ask my mother to teach me. My mom, Zhang Zhonghua, and Sister Hua can just teach me to write two words:

— — Girl — Girl.

What kind of child is called Niu Niu? My dad's name is Wang Jinshui? Shouldn't I be surnamed Wang with my dad's surname?

I can only blame myself for being too young and being bought by the few ice cakes my mother stuffed in front of me. After a moment, I really thought that my name was Niuniu.

I never went to kindergarten when I was a kid. Other parents urged my mother to let me go to preschool first.

That day, my mother drove me to the kindergarten on a motorbike, and the teacher who greeted me said:

"This is Wang Wangwang?"

At that time, my reaction was fake, who the f * ck was Wang Wangwang?

If I were to say it now, I would say, Excauceme?

Then my mother suddenly lowered her head and whispered to me, "Your name is Wang Wangwang."

After my mother left, the teacher took a bunch of children to play with the handkerchief.

"Throw your handkerchief. Throw your handkerchief behind your child. Don't tell her."

"Hurry up and catch her, hurry and catch her."

"… …"

"Wang Wangwang, hurry up, it's your turn. Get up, Wang Wangwang? Wangruo? " the kindergarten teacher shouted at me.

Teacher, why are you barking like a dog?

I didn't react.

Two days before primary school, my mother bought five hibiscus kings, two bottles of extremely good white wine, and a jewel necklace from my mother's foreign trade company. She drove me to the school principal's house in a motorbike.

The principal was a tall, thin old lady with gold-rimmed glasses.

After a brief exchange of pleasantries, my mother whispered something to the headmaster, who looked puzzled.

"Are you sure that according to this name … The name list? " the headmaster asked.

My mother held her hand tightly and said, "I'm really sorry. Please don't tell her teacher in charge."

My mother said, thrusting the jewelry box with the necklace into the old headmaster's hand.

"This... "Indeed, it's not a big deal, but in the event that the child passes the high school exam, it's still …" The principal adjusted his glasses.

"Sigh, I'll think of something when the time comes." My mother continued to push the other gifts toward the headmaster.

After that, I, Wang Wangwang's name continued to be used for eight years.

After being mocked for eight years by Medusa, Hao Xiajian, Zeng Taoyan, Li Changfu, Yang Ping. Lu and Du Qiyan, who were also known as the Eight Great Vajra of the Southern Mountains.

All the activities in between required a real name, such as physical examination, registration for juvenile court and promotion to school. No one knew how many connections my mother had found and they all cleverly concealed them from the world.

I, who started to understand some bullshit stuff, felt that my parents, as the top student of Returning to the Sea, would only give me such a name if they were brain-dead.

But I didn't get a chance to ask. My mom kicked me out of school when I was in first grade.

That afternoon, as soon as I got home from school, I saw a beautiful woman sitting in the living room with my parents.

I opened my mouth to call out to her, but my tongue was stuck in my mouth, because I couldn't tell how old she was.

According to what she said now, she was a beautiful big sister.

I didn't know if I should call her elder sister or aunt.

My parents seemed to be talking to her about something serious. Sister Hua's eyebrows were furrowed into a chuanzi shape, and there were tears at the corners of her eyes.

I softly greeted her, "Hello, Auntie."

My aunt was rather friendly when she saw me, and her eyes were curved in a smile.

"Oh, is this Wangwang? "Come over for auntie to hug." She took me in her arms.

Auntie had a very sweet and very strange smell that she had never smelled before.

It was said that she was a distant relative of father's. My mother has introduced her as an old friend of our family for many years.

"Wangwang, you can just call me Auntie Shuyue from now on." Shuyue smiled as she looked at me. "From today onwards, we will live together."

What? Could it be that Auntie will come live with me in the future?

But my house only has two rooms, do I have to give her the room?

"Tonight, Mom will pack your clothes for you. Tomorrow, Shuyue will take you to stay after school." My mother said.

My young view of things has been turned upside down again.

Are you going to give me away?

Am I to be abandoned like this?

At that time, Qiong Yao's drama was still going viral. Amongst the two options, "Wanjun" and "Journey to the West", I, who clearly had a fantasy life similar to "Journey to the West", resolutely chose to become a loyal fan of the heartbreaking love drama.

In the episode of Wan Jun yesterday, I talked about how Wan Jun, as a child's daughter-in-law, was humiliated to the extreme. Grandma forced her to go to the river to fetch water in the winter, and the river froze her fingertips red. On the other side of the television, I was filled with tears of indignation.

It doesn't really matter when you think about it when you grow up. Weren't Norwegian people also taking cold baths in the winter?

In short, at that moment, my future and the TV series Wanjun was beaten up by the evil grandma, the scene of the laundry and cooking seamless.

"Don't —"

I cried.

"Shuyue is a good friend of Mom and Dad, it's not that I don't want you. If Mom is too busy, she has to go on a business trip, and your dad doesn't know how to take care of people, so we really don't have time."

"Mom has always neglected your education. Shuyue graduated from normal university and she can even teach you how to do your homework. Mom and Dad will come to see you every week."

"Didn't you say that you always wanted to learn how to play the piano and draw? Shuyue knows how to play the zither too."

"..."

Even though Sister Hua said that she had dried up her saliva, I didn't budge on her words. I was no longer the younger child whom two popsicles could buy.

He must have sold me.

Finally, Dad spoke up.

Shuyue had never had any children, and her family lived far, far away from here. There was a saying that if a woman could not bear a child, she had to bring a child home for a period of time. If Shuyue has been living with you for a while, she will slowly become pregnant. Auntie Shuyue really wanted to have children. Wangwang, as the socialist successor, the team leader of the class, and father's good daughter, shouldn't you help others make fun of it and help Auntie? After auntie has a child, she will send you back.

Dad's words made me explode with righteousness. I was one of the young pioneers who had just received a red cravat.

At the time, however, I believed it.

I don't know how old Shuyue was. She studied bioengineering at a top university, and then majored in biology and genetics at MIT, which my mother called Normal University. Her research is said to have been carried out by the Lancet, a scientific journal known as the Nobel Prize outpost for medicine.

Unfortunately, in the '90s, regardless of whether it was Doctor Liu who returned from abroad or the rich and wealthy scientists, they all lived in the same building. Only businessmen and entrepreneurs live in villas.

I didn't see where she went to work every day like a normal researcher, either, but she dressed up and went out mysteriously. He didn't know what to do.