At this moment, Ban Changsheng is trying to recall that more than ten years ago, on what basis did he choose this name for his son.

It seems that I was reading a novel at the time, and the domineering image of the supreme evil monarch in the novel left a deep impression on me.

In order to make his son so domineering in the future and be able to reign in the world, he gave his son a single name and a monarch character.

Originally, the son should be called Banjun, but because the son happens to be from the Yuanzi generation, a generation is added between the names, and he is called Banyuanjun.

In addition, Ban Changsheng really couldn't think of anything related to his son's name.

Could it be that the simple name of oneself still has a meaning that one does not know?

Not only Ban Changsheng, but everyone present was waiting for Banyuanjun's follow-up.

Only Liu Ju sneered and said: "Your father is a poor teacher, how much ink can be in his stomach, but you can tell me about your name, what's so strange." But to be honest, at the level of your father's name, my family is domineering, and I can think of ten in one breath!"

"Well, I'd like to see if my cousin can come up with a name like mine. Actually, before I was in junior high school, I always thought that my name was ordinary and unremarkable, until one time, my dad got drunk and pulled me to chat, I had no topic, so I asked him how I got my name, and then, my dad told me a poem that he secretly wrote to my mom but never read!" Banyuanjun said with a reminiscence on his face.

"Write poems, you can still write poems, write poems to me secretly, why don't you read them to me?" Liu Mei heard this, touched Ban Changsheng with her shoulder and asked.

"Uh... Ahh Isn't it" Ban Changsheng looked sluggish, desperately recalling in his head, when he was drunk, and the limerick poems he had written before, which one could be related to his son's name.

And the onlookers, hearing Ban Yuanjun say that his name is related to a poem, all showed a look of interest, since the founding of the People's Republic of China, there are too few excellent poets, they are very curious, what kind of poem can the half father say.

Only Liu Ju looked disdainful.

Because in her opinion, good poets are all wealthy people, in and out of high-end clubs, beautiful women in their arms, left and right, and someone specially serves them, saddle them before and after the horse.

Half Changsheng is a poor teacher, and at first glance he doesn't look like a poet who can write any good poems.

Of course, although Liu Ju didn't believe that Ban Changsheng could write good poems, he still couldn't hide his curiosity and wanted to know what the poems in Banyuanjun's mouth were.

Just when everyone was expecting Ban Yuanjun to continue, Ban Yuanjun suddenly turned around and said to Ban Changsheng: "Dad, you have always told me to hide it before, but today the situation is compelling, you quietly wrote the poem to my mother, it doesn't matter if I read it, right?"

After listening to Banyuanjun's words, Ban Changsheng raised his head and found that the eyes of everyone around him were focused on him.

At this time, Ban Changsheng was in a dilemma.

Because in his impression, he doesn't remember when he wrote poetry.

Although I am a teacher and a cultural worker, it does not mean that I can write poetry.

Thinking of this, Ban Changsheng chuckled in his heart, this stinky boy wouldn't be talking nonsense for the sake of his own face! Otherwise, why would he kick the ball to himself again.

Thinking of this, Ban Changsheng said: "That, Yuanjun, count... Forget it! These are trivial matters, just solve your misunderstanding, there is no need to argue about everything!"

As soon as I heard this, it was obvious that I was weak.

Liu Ju's momentum suddenly came up, he was really afraid that Ban Changsheng would open his mind just now and write one or two poems that made sense, which would slap his face.

"Oh, you can't blow it down, can you? Poor scholars, they can only read to death, even if they teach a few elementary school students, and they also brag that they can write poems, they really laugh off their big teeth! If you can really write any good poems, I can eat this one!" Liu Ju sneered.

"Auntie, you really have a bad memory, just now you said that if I really drowned because of saving people, you would have eaten this door, and now the first door has not been eaten, but you said the second big word, aren't you afraid of flashing your tongue?"

Liu Ju said disdainfully: "You first make up the lies that your father wrote poems, and then I will eat them together through two doors! At a young age, there are only one set of lies, and I also write poems, do you know what poetry is?"

When Liu Ju was taunting, Banyuanjun stood still in the field, and then took a breath and read it in a frustrated voice.

"Once the sea was difficult to water. ”

"Except for Wushan, it is not a cloud. ”

"Take the second flower bush lazy review. ”

"Half-rim monasticism... Half-edged-kun!"

"Good! Good poem! Great! I have never heard such a good poem!" As soon as Banyuanjun's words fell, the cheers of the strong man with the broken arm rang out.

At the same time, his intact arm was still clapping on his chest as a sign of applause.

A circle of people around him all looked at him.

Passerby A: "Big brother, what's so good about this poem?"

Strong man with a broken arm: "Uh...."

Passerby B: "Brother, what does this poem mean?"

The man with the broken arm: "That..."

Passerby C: "You don't understand anything, call a fart?"

Strong man with broken arm: "I... I just think it's better to applaud it now!"

Everyone: "......"

Although Banyuanjun took out this poem on the earth, and the last three words of the poem were indeed his name, most of the surrounding onlookers could only hear that the poem was more rhyming, but they didn't understand the meaning at all.

Only a small number of people can smash some of the charm of this poem.

And Ban Changsheng, after listening to his son's poem, was directly stunned.

Although Ban Changsheng really can't compose poetry, he is also an old teacher who has taught for more than ten years.

Taste, still will.

Now Banchangsheng, I can be 100% sure that this poem is definitely not written by myself, not for anything else, just because this poem has reached the level of a grandmaster, to put it mildly, as long as this poem spreads, it will definitely be a classic poem that can be passed down in the future.

If you want to understand the meaning of the poem, you have to ponder for a long time, not to mention that you want to write such a classic poem.

However, Ban Changsheng also muttered in his heart, this poem was not written by himself, who could have written it, could it be that stinky boy? Impossible, he doesn't have that level.

Thinking of this, Ban Changsheng suddenly thought that his son said that this poem was written when he was drunk, could it be that when he was drunk, he had a poetic talent, and he could write a good poem?

Thinking of this, Ban Changsheng hesitated again, maybe this poem was really written by himself.

The people around were talking about the meaning of the poem.

Liu Ju saw that Banyuanjun had really come up with a poem, and he was a little apprehensive, and hurriedly said: "What is this? This broken poem is also a poem? My family is domineering and can write a poem ten times better than this casually!"

"Shut up!" Who knows, as soon as Liu Ju's words fell, a female voice sounded.

Everyone saw that it was the little sister who came to thank Banyuanjun for saving her life.

"You are really ignorant! Such a classic masterpiece has actually become a broken poem in your mouth! Do you know that this kind of behavior of yours is a blasphemy against poetry and a blasphemy against the author! No wonder the big brother said that you are shameless, you are not only shameless, but also ignorant!" The little sister said indignantly.

was said by a stranger, where could Liu Ju bear it, and hurriedly fought back.

"You little... Butt boy, where did it come from, he didn't even have any hair, do you know what poetry is? You say I don't understand, so how much do you know? The two mouths are one and the same, and they say that the classic heirloom work, who can your point of view represent?" Liu Ju was about to scold the little bitch, but when she looked at the strong men who came with her little sister, the words were swallowed.

"My name is Lin Mengmeng, I am a member of the Huaxia Writers Association, and I am also the youngest member of the Huaxia Writers Association, at the same time, I am also a second-level member of the ancient poetry branch of the Huaxia Writers Association.

Listening to Lin Mengmeng's words, everyone was stunned.

This beautiful little girl has the strength to join the Writers' Association at a young age? Does this sound so unreal?

Just when everyone couldn't believe Lin Mengmeng's identity, the man with a broken arm who was always nosy spoke again.

Sixteen-year-old genius girl, since she was a child, has a supernatural talent for poetry and articles, in the first grade of primary school, a short poem [picked up] won the first prize of the national primary school poetry competition. Since then, poetry essays have won numerous awards across the country. And what she is most interested in is ancient poetry, and the study of ancient poetry is incomparable to many old scholars who have been immersed in it for decades. Although he was young, he was invited to join the Writers' Association by exception, and became the most beautiful and the only member of the Writers' Association who did not reach adulthood. The ancient poems she wrote were called quite ancient by Mr. Song. My favorite thing to do is to walk along the river by the quiet river, pondering poetry as I walk, according to incomplete statistics, Lin Mengmeng has fallen into the river at least three times because she was too involved in writing poems by the river!" The man with the broken arm said these words in a hurry.

The people around him looked at him with shocked expressions and asked him why he knew Lin Mengmeng so much about him.

As a result, the man with the broken arm took out his mobile phone, pointed to the content that came out of Baidu on it and said: "You see, Lin Mengmeng's information is all on it, I also searched it just now and read it,, this real person is much more beautiful than in the photo, and it is really the most beautiful one in the writers' association!"

Everyone took a look and found that Lin Mengmeng was indeed a member of the association.

The person who questioned Lin Mengmeng just now suddenly fell silent.

And Liu Ju, after hearing the news, her face suddenly turned white.

The great literati of the Writers' Association all say that the poems of the semi-immortal are classics and heirlooms, and they can't refute it no matter how they do.

What's more, she knows Liu Ju's own affairs, and until now, she hasn't figured out what this poem just now means.

And Banyuanjun turned around and looked at Lin Mengmeng seriously.

It wasn't until Lin Mengmeng lowered her head in embarrassment that she withdrew her eyes.

For geniuses or anything, Banyuan-kun is not interested.

Because he crossed over, he has the knowledge of the earth behind him as a foreshadowing, in a sense, he is already the most talented human in the world, and naturally he will not be interested in other so-called geniuses.

Banyuanjun is concerned about this girl, who looks quite normal, but it turns out that she is a neurotic in nature.

Have you ever seen a normal person who often falls into the river while writing poems by the river, isn't it a problem with his head or something?

At the same time, Banyuanjun also determined what was the reason why Lin Mengmeng fell into the river this time, and he must have made a mistake again, writing poems by the river and falling into it.

It seems that it is better to stay away from this guy in the future, otherwise, it will be bad if he is also infected with neuropathy!