My name is Zhuge Tingting, and I have a twin sister named Zhuge Yingying.

We are surnamed Zhuge again, and I heard that our ancestors are the descendants of Zhuge Liang.

Later, when I grew up and began to read and write, I learned that our name was obtained by my father.

Even though Dad has been away from us for years, don't get me wrong.

Here I will first talk about the origin of our names, and the things about Dad will be mentioned in order.

We were born in June 1993, and our grandfather should have been named after us, according to the custom of our small place here.

But grandpa didn't go to school, and he couldn't deduct a few words without ink in his head, and the twin boys could still deal with Zhuge Dalong and Zhuge Xiaolong.

Girls can't let their grandfather deal with Zhuge Cuihua, Zhuge Chunhua or something like that.

Naturally, the heavy responsibility was handed over to Dad, and Dad's education didn't seem to be mixed at all. He was an undergraduate student who went to Beijing and graduated from Beijing University of Civil Engineering and Architecture, but according to his father's later words, he studied architecture in many sciences. Dad is also from a science background, and he doesn't have any ink in his stomach.

Dad originally wanted to go to the street to find an operator to choose a name, but the operator said more than a dozen names in one breath, and Dad was not satisfied.

The angry operator on the street shouted: "Male Chu Ci, female poetry, Wen Analects, Wu Zhouyi, China has been named like this since ancient times for 5,000 years." I've said so much that you're not satisfied and you want me to change, aren't you trying to trouble me? Keep your money for yourself, don't make fun of me. ”

Dad woke up on the spot and went home to look for the poetry he bought when he was in school.

Dad flipped through the poetry for three days, from front to back and back to front.

Time flickered, until the fourth day when we had to go through the discharge procedures.

When we had to fill in a name so that we could be discharged, Dad still couldn't find the name he was most satisfied with.

In a hurry, Dad reached out to drink water from the teapot on the table, and knocked over the glass inkwell on the desk.

The lid of the bottle was plastic, and it shattered open when it was thrown on the ground.

The ink flowed slowly, all poured into bundles of books on the side.

Dad was so frightened that he immediately leaned down to deal with it, and took out all the books from his school days.

Those are the books I used when I wanted to learn, and I found the letters of the year in the piles of books.

It was a love letter to my mother back then, and all the love letters had been muddled with ink.

At that time, my father went to Beijing to study at university, and my mother went to university here in Wuhan. The two sides are separated and can't afford to buy a mobile phone, so they rely on letters.

One by one, they were opened, and large chunks of ink were on them.

The original yellowed book cover was pierced by page by page.

Only one can barely see a little bit of the content, and there are still a few words that can be read clearly.

It was the words that my mother asked my father to express her appearance: Yingying wants to smile, Tingting Yuli.

Dad grabbed the letter and looked at the only eight words on it, and then laughed a mess.

At that time, my grandparents thought that my father was crazy, and my father stopped smiling.

walked from home to the hospital, and happily told her mother that the children's names were Yingying and Tingting.

Zhuge Yingying and Zhuge Tingting became the names of my sister and me, in order Yingying is my sister, and as Tingting, I am my sister.

After that, the letter was framed in glass and framed and hung in the hall of our house.

When I was a child, I loved my parents to tell this story, and I always forced my parents to teach me to read in order to understand the words on the letter.