"I won't live in other people's mouths for a long time." This is what my grandfather said. (Actually, another of his more classic sayings is, "When people hurt me, it doesn't make me any less proud. When people praise me, it doesn't make me any better.") But when you are alive, you can't cover your ears and not listen to what others say. So I thought of a way, which is to keep changing my name and moving around, so that I can never hear right from wrong.
The task of naming requires a certain skill and should not be overdone. For example, you can't introduce yourself to a noodle seller at the market by saying, "Hello, I'm here." This will make the other person feel distant, and he might even put in a lot of chopped green onion that you don't like. Nor can you say, "Honey, call me Zhang San" when you are visiting a bartender's shop and toasting to have sex with someone else. It is too off-putting and sounds like a perfunctory name. The stories that follow are all about many different names.