phonosemantic (смешанная)

“This is the name I gave you,” his mother had whispered, her lips on the shell of his ear, an almost-kiss. Back then, he remembers, tenderness had not yet turned into foreign currency. “People will call you Wanyin, the name your father chose, but this,” her fingers had traced the character for Cheng on the pale paper, clear in rich black ink, “This is the name that came from me.”
A name for your elders to call you, she had explained. A name for those who love you.