【Beside the broken bridge outside the post, lonely and no master. It's already dusk alone, and even more wind and rain. 】

When the sentence    came out, everyone shut their mouths instantly. The boy wrote neither the plum in the official mansion nor the plum in the famous garden, but a "wild plum" growing in a remote suburb.

  It is lonely, looking blank, lonely and cold, and left out in the cold. Compared with the plum in the garden written by Zhu and his party, the arrogance of Yemei's Ling Han is even more shocking.

  The dark eyes of the young man glanced at the person who mocked her before, and wrote--

  【I have no intention of struggling to fight for spring, I will be jealous of Qunfang. Scattered into mud and crushed into dust, only the fragrance remains the same.

  "Bu Suanzi·Yong Mei"】

  The young man smiled slightly, did not pause, and finished in one go, the song "Bu Shouzi·Yong Mei" has been completed.

  Those people who have mocked teenagers only feel that their faces are flushed red.

  This Nima is too slapped!

  The young man said directly, "I have no intention of struggling for spring, once the group is jealous" instantly made these Tsinghua University tyrants embarrassed.

  Mei Hua is not deliberately striving for spring. If "Qunfang" is "jealous", let them "forever" be jealous!

  Yes, the teenager had no intention of arguing with them, but they didn’t forgive others. To put it bluntly, they were jealous!

  Especially the last sentence, "Scattered into mud and crushed into dust, only the fragrance remains the same as before." Even if withered, crushed into mud, and turned into dust, the plum blossoms still exude a delicate fragrance as usual.

   "Haha, this face is slapped! I feel sore for them!"

  "Damn! Damn! Damn! Labor and management just feel that their faces hurt!"

   "Haha, fortunately, I didn't comment just now! The young man is too vengeful!"

   "It's more than pain! It's so scolding! I'll take it! See how well this word is used! It means something!"

  "Nima, the boy is too harsh! Look at what words are used! Scattered? Crush? Let me go! Didn't we just say a few words, did we go too far?"

  "Don't you know that words can kill people?!"

   "The male **** is so pitiful, he didn't do anything, but he has been slandered on the Internet and in his current life!"

  "Stupid, the key to the male **** is clearly the following sentence, "There is only fragrance as the cause", okay? The male **** says that he has the same original intention and will always be the same! With this phrase, ‘only fragrance as the cause’, the pink male **** will never leave!"

  "Never leave! Never give up! Never give up! Never give up!"

  ……

  Zhu and his party looked at that poem, and remained silent for a long time. He knew that he had lost, and that he had lost too badly.

  This is not a level game at all!

  It's no wonder that the boy before him didn't bother to compare with him.

  Such improvisational poems, given him another ten years, he may not be able to do it, and it is still a poem of this quality.

  Shu Cheng...is it really that strong?

  The young man didn't care about the people's words or even took a look at the poem he had just completed. He picked up another piece of paper, and the pen nib "brushed--" on the paper.

   "Does the boy still write?"

   "No way?! Impromptu so strong?"

   "Damn, I won't be so hungry!"

  Zhu and his party also had expectations in his heart. He knew that he had really lost, and that he had lost miserably, but he still wanted to see the next verse of the boy.

  What would Shu Cheng write? How would you write it?

  The same is about plum, but can a boy write something different?

  It's not just Zhu and his party, everyone's attention is focused on Shu Cheng, what will the boy write?

  ……