The rich family's parents were robbed, and the milk group went crazy for the boss's family

"Don't chase me, don't disturb me, we will meet again if we are destined to."

When Mr. Fu read out these words, regardless of the content, the handwriting alone received his great approval.

"If nothing else, this person's handwriting is really good."

What he was holding in his hand was the piece of paper that Xiao Muchen found in the dilapidated temple in Shuang'er Mountain. It was just sent over from afar today.

After praising him, he stroked his chin thoughtfully, "I know a calligrapher who has practiced for over seventy years, and he doesn't have this much pen power. But Mu Sheng said that he looks forty or fifty years old. This doesn't make sense."

Although some people are very talented in this area, it is said that the handwriting reflects the personality of the person. This handwriting is unique, without any restraint, with a graceful and elegant temperament, which also shows that this person is a person who is indifferent to fame and wealth and does not compete with the world.

Otherwise, he would not have lived in seclusion in the mountains.

What's more, he clearly had the ability, but he didn't care about living conditions and found a dilapidated temple in the mountains to live in.

Anyone who can have such a state of mind must have seen a lot of things and must be older.

Moreover, he is so mysterious that he can even know in advance that someone is coming to see him and leave this piece of paper. He is even more unfathomable.

Old Master Fu became interested. A strong intuition told him that this man was definitely over fifty years old.

It's even possible that he's older than him.

Because the old man has also experienced a lot in his life, but he knows that he cannot reach this extraordinary state now.

Xiao Qingdai was holding a small iron box in her hand, which was delivered together with the paper. It was originally a small iron box for chewing gum, but now it contained a pill.

Both she and Mr. Fu had smelled it before, and the smell was very familiar. They would have someone take it for testing later to find out the ingredients inside.

As her slender fingers groped the edge of the iron box, her eyes fell on one place. Perhaps she thought of something, her gaze froze and her eyes gradually became deep.

What Mr. Fu said just now touched her heart, so she came up with a bold guess.

"We don't know the limit of Qingqing's ability. Since it can prolong the life of the dying, it's not impossible for it to delay aging or maintain eternal youth."

Like Mr. Fu, she also felt that this handwriting was not something that could be written by someone in his forties or fifties.

Hearing this, a gleam of light flashed in Mr. Fu's eyes.

He remembered an incident that happened when he was a child.

"Your words reminded me of something. When I was seventeen or eighteen years old, I overheard my grandfather chatting with someone and learned something."

He looked at Xiao Qingdai, his voice was faint, and combined with his tone, it gave people a very mysterious feeling.

"I don't know if it has anything to do with superpowers, but..."

"Do you believe it?" Old Master Fu said slowly, word by word, "In this world, some people can live to be over 500 years old. In comparison, delaying aging is acceptable."

Xiao Qingdai remained calm. She had long known that this world contained many unknown secrets, but perhaps because she thought of Qingqing, her brows furrowed.

The two of them thought alike again.

Old Master Fu leaned forward slightly and looked at her, his expression thoughtful. "What do you think? If our Qingqing can live that long, should we stockpile more gold for her now?"

Unexpectedly, Xiao Qingdai nodded seriously, "Yes."

"But immortality isn't a good thing." Old Master Fu sighed, not knowing what he was thinking. "We should hurry up and find that person and find out what happened to Qingqing."

After saying that, he put the piece of paper on the table, stood up, and reported to the child's mother with a smile as he was about to leave.

"By the way, I'm taking the kids to see Qiao Xi's engagement tomorrow. We're just running around and having fun. We won't be back tomorrow."

The child's mother looked at him speechlessly.

After receiving an agreement, he left happily.

After going out, he went to find Qingqing with a strong purpose and took the child out of the pink bear's den.

He smiled like a child snatcher, "Let's go, your mother agreed, and grandpa will pick you up tomorrow morning."

The little girl nodded obediently.

"So good."

After praising her, the old man stared at her for a few seconds, always feeling that something was wrong. After thinking for a long time, he finally figured it out and stroked the furry ears on the child's hat with his old hands.

"Ask your mother to put that furry red coat on you tomorrow."

The little girl nodded obediently, "Okay, Grandpa~"

She was afraid that she would forget, so she went home that night and told Xiao Qingdai before going to bed.

As soon as she touched the bed, she felt as if the bed was sprinkled with sleepy powder, and her head became fuzzy.

She was like a chubby and soft little yellow chicken, following her body's instinct and burrowing into Xiao Qingdai's arms.

After getting in, close your eyes with peace of mind.

Two seconds later, she opened her eyes again and moved her head, as if someone was reminding her in her mind, "Mom, I have to wear red clothes tomorrow."

It seems like a last gasp of life.

After saying this, he became drowsy again, closed his eyes, and looked happy and peaceful.