The Flowers Are Blooming

The day Youyou was born was a rainy afternoon. It was already autumn, and the rain hit her body with a slight chill. Her father, a road designer, was studying drawings with his colleagues in an abandoned thatched house 5 miles away. He was overjoyed when he learned that his daughter had arrived. He ran home regardless of the heavy rain. Unexpectedly, he tripped over a piece of grass and fell upside down. And this grass is called wormwood. That's how the name Youyou came from. Youyou's father was not angry and jokingly said that he would give me a greeting gift before we even met. Is she a surprise? Or is this the beginning of the family's pain?