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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.”