The son-in-law who has returned for thousands of years

2019年9月5日18时40分。

On the bedside of Xu Ping's bedroom, hung a [-]-year electronic clock, recording the passage of time as always.

This is an ordinary to the extreme electronic clock, with a plain appearance, a plastic red case, and a small LCD screen, which can be bought anywhere in street stores.

However, Xu Ping has been staring at this electronic clock since six o'clock in the morning until now!

During the whole process, I didn't eat, drink water, and even the posture of sitting on the chair didn't change!

The only thing that changed was his expression.

Looking at the date of September [-]th, Xu Ping's face was dull at first, but after a full hour, it became ferocious again, tears poured out uncontrollably, and finally his whole face relaxed. Rapture!

"boom!"

Xu Ping stood up from the chair, but the chair was brought down on the floor because of his movements.

"1 years, a full 1 years..." Xu Ping staggered against the wall, his eyes were red.

He laughed, laughing presumptuously, laughing wildly, laughing tears, as if he wanted to spew his soul out of his mouth, and smashed his fists against the wall!

He was stuck on September 1th for [-] years!

Whether it is murder or arson, no matter what he does on this day, as soon as 24:[-] passes, the time will return to September [-]th, and it will never come to the next day!

And this process lasted for a full 1 years.

Everyone wants to live forever, all want countless times, but when Xu Ping is trapped in the same day with no passage of time, he just wants to die.

In the beginning, he enjoyed this mutation very much, and he did many things that he had never thought of before, but as time passed, he fell into self-doubt.

The poor he helped were still poor the next day.

The patient he healed was still suffering from the pain the next day.

The friend he made was a passerby the next day.

No matter what he does is meaningless, what is the meaning of his life?

No. Since 30 years, Xu Ping has tried countless suicide methods, all of which ended in failure—even if he crushed himself into meat paste and burned himself to ashes, he would still be reborn the next day!

In order to survive that dark time, Xu Ping practiced Zen for 100 years, and the bitterness in it is unimaginable for ordinary people.

He finally decided that since he could not change the fate of others, he should change himself.

In this endless cycle, the only thing that can survive is his memory.

He is proficient in all forms of music and can play to a master level regardless of the instrument.

He is very skilled, relying on muscle memory alone, it is difficult for dozens of people to fight against him.

No matter what intractable disease it is, as long as it is in his hands, it will be able to rejuvenate!

After thousands of years, Xu Ping has cultivated himself to be an all-rounder, and he has transcended the worldly concepts, an unprecedented all-rounder!

Hard work pays off.

He finally ushered in his September [-]th!

Xu Ping stood up straight trembling, and his dilated pupils became condensed—the previous 1 years have become a thing of the past, this time, he must live out his own personality!

"Xu Ping, what are you knocking inside?"

A female voice suddenly came from outside the door, the voice was pleasant but a bit cold.

Xu Ping opened the door, and what he saw was his nominal wife, Chu Jin.

The perfect face is enough to avoid any makeup, the exquisite cherry lips and fine nose are like a workmanship, the eyes exude noble spirit, the black hair is tied into a capable ponytail behind the head, and the long sideburns hanging down on both sides of the cheeks add a little bit of beauty. Very serious bookish.

The Chanel white close-fitting dress outlined a perfect curve on her body, and she wore extremely thin wolford stockings on her slender legs. The silver high-heeled shoes just wrapped her toes, revealing a beautiful instep.