The Reincarnator Fails Miserably

"Learned in Hawaii." Bai Di smiled proudly: "How is it? Do you still think that I, Lao Bai, are unreliable?"

"No, I don't think it's okay." Bai Jue shook his head and said, "This doesn't reflect our characteristics at all! Where are the characteristics? It's too ordinary."

Bai Di put down the brush, and he took out another pair of Spring Festival couplets: "If you think it's not good, then you can do it."

Bai Jue raised his eyebrows, and he picked up the brush: "Come here, stand firm and watch, I will use my strength to prove my literary talent today!"

But seeing that the savior's writing is not in block letters, but in cursive script, his calligraphy is the same as his swordsmanship, in an eclectic and unrestrained style, the upper and lower couplets are written in one stroke, without any pause in the middle.

Bai Di recited the first couplet: "Once a year, ten thousand households drink Tusu wine together."

Su Bai read the second couplet after he recognized the characters: "Hundreds of reincarnations, three whites get together to write peach charms."

Bai Jue added a horizontal comment: "It's such a joy."

"Wonderful." Altair clapped his palms, and as a cafe maid, he did not hesitate to support his future husband and store manager: "Well written."

"It is undeniable that this is indeed a very white style, although it is a bit straightforward." Su Yuhan also said it was good: "But why did it write about three men? Without us? Aren't we members of the coffee shop?"

The fire-proof girl added a knife appropriately: "Could it be because... Even if you have a wife, you still prefer to play with the same sex?"

Bai Jue's proud expression immediately came down, and he laughed a few times: "How could it happen? This is a couplet, but it's just a couplet. Does it fit the current situation? It's not a quatrain or a poem, so I can't write too much content."

He immediately handed the brush to Su Bai: "Come on, don't be sorry, Su Bai, it's your turn!"

"Ah?" Su Bai made a philosophical doubt: "I want to come too? My literary talent is not good, and my surname is not Bai, so it's none of my business."

"Your surname is not Bai, but you have Bai in your name. We are all of the same kind, so you don't have to be polite." Store Manager Bai changed the topic stubbornly, throwing the conflict to Su Bai: "You're not welcome, write quickly, you have to separate Let's compete."

Su Bai was holding a Langhao pen, looking at the couplets written in black and red on paper, he couldn't help but fell into deep thought, writing calligraphy with a brush is not difficult, it's absurd that a swordsman who practices swords and kills can't write delicately, and the dexterity of his wrist is the most in any swordsmanship Both are extremely important, the sword can be held steadily, and the writing brush can of course also be held firmly.

The point is not the words, but how to write and what to write?

He looked at Bai Di and Bai Jue, and he knew a little bit about Manager Bai and the clerk. Suddenly, a flash of light flashed through his mind, and he wrote as soon as he wrote. Ink-colored energy remnants appeared on the desk case.

Bai Di rubbed his chin, read the first couplet after reading it: "If you are sick for a long time, you are delicate and weak, and you can't escape death."

Bai Jue always felt something was wrong when he heard it, and read the second line with a weird expression: "Raw rice and cooked rice, Baijia cuisine, you must try it."

Su Bai was very satisfied and added a horizontal comment: "Traditional arts."

This couplet completely lacked the traditional atmosphere of the Spring Festival, but it was full of the traditional atmosphere of the Bai family. The women present couldn't help but smile knowingly, but the faces of the clerk and the savior turned black at that time.

"I'm holding Nima!" Bai Di was about to snatch the couplet: "This kind of couplet is so terrifying, it must not be kept!"

"I think it's pretty good." Su Yuhan held the couplet and said, "Just post it, the couplet that makes people smile is a good couplet~"

"This is obviously our blood and tears!" Bai Jue swallowed and spit: "Sister Han, stop making trouble, and return the couplet to us, we have to throw this thing into the incinerator to save it before we are ruined! "

"What are you talking about, you have already lost your reputation." Su Bai spread his hands, "Is it my fault?"

"Look at what good deeds you have done!" Bai Di stared, "If you hurt us like this, you will lose your respectable senior and the shop manager Bai who gave you free meals! I don't want to think that you were about to starve to death in the East China Sea. Who gave you a bowl of fried rice with really fragrant eggs!"

"Your meme is old and full, let's save it... I don't remember it at all." Su Bai asked back: "Take a step back, I didn't deliberately blackmail anyone, right? Isn't this the truth? Multiple wives and fiancees, is this a fake?"

"What a soul-torturing sentence." Altair smiled narrowly: "One thing to say, indeed... If it weren't for the store manager, he would be more restrained, and now the girls in the entire coffee shop will be on maternity leave."

"I, I'm more restrained, and I'm still a virgin." Bai Jue shifted the fire to Bai Di, who was on the common front: "It's not so much about me, but about this clerk who eats yang-strengthening and kidney-reinforcing dishes all day long. This is the real one." Intemperance, you have to be pinned to bed eighteen hours a day, why haven't your wives taken maternity leave yet?"

"Can you blame me! The higher the level of individual life, the more difficult it is to have children. Don't look at me, if you don't believe me, ask your fireproof girl... How many times do you have to share the bed with her to have a baby? Be careful of scalding penis..."

"Whether it's hot or not doesn't matter to you! You deserve to be squeezed out [-] times!" Bai Jue waved his hand: "You're changing the subject!"

"What can I do? I've worked really hard!" Bai Di sighed, "I've even thought of the name of the child, but if I can't give birth, is it my fault?"

"...What's your name?" Su Bai asked curiously, "It must be Bai, right?"

"Not necessarily, I'm not obsessed with surnames, maybe it's the child's mother's surname, anyway, don't be surnamed Bai!" Bai Di sighed: "And don't post that couplet, or I won't be able to hold my old face."

"It doesn't matter, you are not the only one who is ashamed, there are others here." Su Bai comforted with a gentle smile.

"Fuck off, if you want to stay for dinner tonight, don't come up with any bad ideas, I shouldn't have handed you the pen." Bai Jue was so regretful, he took a deep breath: "I want to start It's time for New Year's Eve dinner, don't bother me."

"Let me help." Su Yuhan handed the couplet to Altair, and she followed with a smile.

The coffee shop started to get busy again, and Bai Di was only focused on talking to Vientiane, and asked by the way when his wife would come over. Married people can no longer be free and unrestrained. Although the clerk has no family values, he always has to learn With habit, this change is not small.

Su Bai sat alone on the chair. In the busy coffee shop, he was the only one who was still leisurely. Although there was no sense of incongruity or estrangement here, he still felt a little unnatural... Perhaps it was because he saw other people having wives and wives. The fiancée, as a widow and lonely old man, feels somewhat lonely in her heart... Or is it because of homesickness?I clearly don't remember anything, but do my emotions still remain?

They all have companions, and the one who tortured and accompanied them in this long cycle... is the only one.

Su Bai raised his hand, there was a silver streamer in the palm of his hand, the book of reincarnation fell into his palm, and the book wrapped in silver reflected light in the sunlight.

Bai Di suddenly stood up, the clerk's eyes narrowed slightly, staring at the book of reincarnation in Su Bai's hand.

The reincarnation asked strangely: "What's wrong?"

After Bai Di was silent for a moment, he looked away and smiled casually: "It's nothing."

……

Far away in another world, another time and space.

The enclosed vehicle shuttled across the icy Antarctic continent, and the white wind and snow slapped the steel axle.

Fujimaru Tachika leaned on the stiff car seat, looked around, and there were only a few people left behind.

She gritted her teeth and let out a suppressed sigh.