Guo Mucheng looked at Su Cheng's Weibo, his face was bruised, as if it was an anime version of a rainbow, he looked extremely embarrassed, and his resentment against Su Cheng was a bit overwhelming. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

He directly said on Weibo: "Look at you! Are you still a literati? I think you are a low-quality person in the skin of a literati." ”

"Huh...... Did I say anything? I don't seem to have said anything with expletives until now, or do you want to be bounced?"

As soon as the words Wendou came out, in an instant, fans on both sides gasped, although they were both supporting their idols, but they also knew that the strength of each other's idols was actually not so unbearable.

And Su Cheng only writes about pure love and fantasy for now, while Guo Mucheng writes poetry and youth literature.

If you really want to fight Wendou, it is not clear who will kill the deer.

"Wendou? These two people are categories that can't fight together in eight lifetimes, how can Wendou?"

Guo Mucheng's fans began to be a little skeptical.

"That's it, one writes fantasy, the other writes poetry, these two are completely different categories, or is this not good and doesn't have a good heart, and wants to put the main battlefield on the fantasy?

For a while, the readers under the Sioux City Weibo began to shout.

At the same time, in the penguin colony, Sioux City fans are also starting to complain.

Lonely Liquor said directly: "Damn, these people also know that they can't fight together in eight lifetimes, so why can their Guo Mucheng say that our good is a ruined classic?"

"That's right!"

"Damn! It's so embarrassing now! It's not bad, and we won't be allowed to fight back!"

Su Cheng glanced at these comments coldly, and the corners of his mouth showed a sneer, the main battlefield is fantasy? Who told you that the main battlefield will be fantasy?

"Who told you that the main battlefield would be a fantasy? I will cross the border this time! This time the main battlefield will be determined by Guo Mucheng!"

This was the first reaction of all the fans in the penguin colony, and a very bad premonition began to grow in their hearts.

"Damn! It's a bit of a hassle this time!"

"If Guo Mucheng said that the main battlefield is to write poetry, then it is an absolute disadvantage to be good!"

id's face was also a little dignified, but after thinking about it carefully, he said it in the penguin group.

If he didn't want to be criticized by the world, he would never choose to write poetry, either to do tai chi, or to choose fantasy or pure love. ”

Sure enough, as soon as the voice of the id fell, Guo Mucheng said it on Weibo.

"No, no, no, in order to respect the younger generations, it's better for you to choose. ”

A smile appeared on the corner of Su Cheng's mouth, for this kind of person, the best way is to defeat him in his main battlefield, so that he will stop for a while.

However, what is different from Su Cheng is Guo Mucheng's fans, and now they are sneering there one by one.

"Huh...... Who doesn't know that Mu Chengda is now the two great talents of poetry and youth literature in the literary world. ”

"Eh! What a wrong move!"

"Hehe! I don't feel the need to watch it! This time it may be that Mu Cheng is going to win. ”

"What is possible? It should be absolute! A person who writes fantasy novels can write poetry? Hehe, I just smiled and didn't speak. ”

"How can I say it! It's good to cross the Three Realms, and I'm scared. ”

Do you think that the Mucheng Conference was lost to a person who had never written poetry at all? ”

However, Guo Mucheng looked at Su Cheng's Weibo, sneered, and said to Su Cheng on Weibo: "Hehe, just you!

"Okay!

"Hmph!

Sioux City just sneered, although the poetry collection in this world is not bad, but there has never been Tagore, no Gorky, no afterglow, no ice heart, and no Homer!

And so on and so forth, there are many famous poets that have never been in this world......

For these poetry collections, Sioux City naturally won't be afraid of these things!

"Let's get started!"

Sioux City directly began to bring out the most extensive version of his previous life, the birds and fish in Tagore's "The Birds".

"The farthest distance in the world is not the distance at the ends of the earth, but the distance between life and death.

The farthest distance in the world is not life and death, but I stand in front of you and you don't know that I love you.

The farthest distance in the world is not that I stand in front of you and you don't know that I love you, but that you are obsessed with love but can't say I love you.

The farthest distance in the world is not that I can't say that I love you, but that I want you to be painful but can only bury deep in my heart.

The farthest distance in the world is not that I can't say I miss you, but that we love each other but can't be together.

The farthest distance in the world is not that you love each other but can't be together, but that you know that true love is invincible but pretend not to care about you in your heart.

The farthest distance in the world is not that you can't resist this longing but you have to deliberately pretend not to put you in your heart at all, but to dig an insurmountable ditch between you and the person who loves you with an indifferent heart.

The farthest distance in the world is not the distance between trees, but the branches of trees that grow on the same root but cannot cling to each other in the wind.

The farthest distance in the world is not that the branches of the trees cannot cling to each other, but that the stars that know each other do not have the trajectory of intersecting.

The farthest distance in the world is not the trajectory between the stars, but the intersection of trajectories but nowhere to be found in the blink of an eye.

The farthest distance in the world is not that it is nowhere to be found in an instant, but that it is destined to be impossible to meet before we meet.

The farthest distance in the world is the distance between fish and birds, one in the sky and the other in the deep seabed......"

This collection of Tagore's poems has been widely circulated in previous generations, and the version is not only this one, but the version published by Sioux City is a more widely circulated version.

But regardless of whether this poem in the previous life is Tagore's or not, no matter how many versions of this poem there are, this world belongs to Sioux City, only this version!

At the same time, Guo Mucheng's poems also came out.

The disdain on his face flashed for a moment, and he looked at Su Cheng's Weibo and thought, "I want to see what good poems this layman who writes fantasy can write." ”

However, when he saw Sioux City's verses, he was already a little stunned, "The farthest distance in the world is not life and death, but I stand in front of you, but you don't know that I love you......"

Guo Mucheng muttered in a low voice, not knowing what to say for a while.

Immediately, bitterness appeared on his face, and at this moment, he knew why Su Cheng chose the verse.

It's not that Su Cheng is arrogant, but he knows that he is not his opponent at all, and the strength of the other party is no longer in the same realm as himself, if Guo Mucheng is a national bestseller.

So since Su Cheng can write this kind of poem, then he already has the strength of a world-class master.

Guo Mucheng smiled bitterly, he knew that in this game, he lost, or was it in his position......