Shouyuan is different from the calamity point.

Whether it is Shang Yaozhi or Wu Yu, their lifespan is actually very long.

But if you can't get over that hurdle, you will die early.

This is called a robbery point.

At a certain price, disaster points can be avoided.

Shou Yuan has always been unchangeable.

This is determined when a person is born and cannot be changed.

César Laurent and the vice-chancellor are able to survive to this day because their bodies have been transformed by alchemy, and cell division and differentiation have been stimulated to the limits of human beings.

But the conditions for alchemy to transform the body are also very harsh.

Except for some alchemical materials that are so rare that they are rare in the world, the age of the person being transformed must also be under 18 years old.

After the age of eighteen, when the body becomes an adult and is completely set, there is nothing you can do about it.

Otherwise, everyone could live for three hundred years, and the earth would be in chaos.

Ying Zijin squeezed Mr. Fu's wrist and remained silent.

She did not lie to Mr. Zhong, whose life span is 108 years old.

The rest of my life will be smooth and stable, with no major disasters.

But Mr. Fu's longevity is 85 years old.

And this year, Mr. Fu happens to be 85 years old.

There isn't a single difference.

When longevity comes, people will leave.

When Mr. Zhong saw that the girl did not speak immediately, he was surprised and a little unhappy: "According to what you said, Zijin, it's not because your grandpa Fu is better than me. You can't figure it out, right?"

Ying Zijin recovered his thoughts, and she was silent for a while before saying, "Well, that seems to be the case."

"Sigh." Mr. Zhong was depressed for the first time, "Why don't I believe it? He can't even beat me in chess."

"Okay, let's take it seriously when the child is having fun." Mr. Fu didn't care, he just waved his hand and smiled, "It's okay, it's just fun anyway."

Ying Zijin stared at Mr. Fu's face and suddenly remembered the time when she first checked Mr. Fu's body more than half a year ago.

She really felt an unprecedented surprise.

The earth is a technological world, and it is true that there are some supernatural places, such as alchemy, Feng Shui, Yin and Yang.

But after all, it was not the spiritual world she had stayed in. There was some mythical thing like the soul leaving the body.

Mr. Fu's body has been poisoned for so long, and the poison has penetrated into the bone marrow.

Even if the person who poisoned him didn't want him to die right away, Mr. Fu wouldn't live for more than three years.

At that time, Fu Yunshen hadn't even grown up, let alone found a doctor in Ozhou to make medicine to suppress the poison in his body.

What has supported Mr. Fu to live for twenty years?

This is even more incredible than alchemy.

Ying Zijin finally understood now.

This is human belief.

Mr. Fu knew that if he had left at that time, no one would be able to take care of Fu Yunshen, who was only a few years old.

That belief, which had sustained him to this day, has now dissipated.

Mr. Fu smiled, slowly suppressed his smile, and knocked on the table: "Old man Zhong, I have something to tell Zijin."

"What did you say?" Mr. Zhong was suspicious, "You don't want to do anything bad behind my back, do you?"

Ying Zijin raised his eyelashes: "Grandpa."

"Okay, okay." Mr. Zhong went upstairs with his hands behind his back.

That's all he said.

The atmosphere in the living room gradually calmed down.

"Zijin, Grandpa Fu knows that you actually saved me at that time." Grandpa Fu broke the silence first, with a kind voice, "Although I passed out at the time, I regained consciousness for a while."

"Without you, Grandpa Fu would have left long ago."

Ying Zijin said nothing.

At the last moment, people can indeed feel their own limit.

Mr. Fu already knows these days.

"Don't be sad. Birth, old age, illness and death are all human nature. Moreover, this is a relief for me. I'm really tired." Mr. Fu patted her shoulder with a solemn expression, "I'm asking for your help."

Ying Zijin took a slow breath and calmed down: "Say."

"I leave Xiao Qi to you. He never cares about his body very much and never thinks about himself." Mr. Fu sighed, "In the future, just keep an eye on him and make him remember to eat on time.

."

After saying that, he stood up slowly: "I'm going home first. Don't tell him what you see."

**

Mr. Fu returned to Fu's house alone, with no one to accompany him.

He lay in bed until midnight and early in the morning, his mind still wide awake.

The night outside the window is thick and the breeze is blowing.

Mr. Fu slowly got up from the bed, walked to the bookshelf, took down the photo frame, and sat at the desk.

He wiped the photo frame with a gentle expression.

When Mr. Fu was young, he was handsome, handsome and free-spirited.

Of the Fu family, Fu Yunshen is the most similar to him and has inherited his appearance and characteristics.

After Mr. Fu wiped off all the dust on the photo frame, he said in a low voice: "Yuehua, we are going to meet again. I wonder if you will recognize me after I am so old."

After a pause, he smiled and continued: "It doesn't matter if you don't recognize me. You know there is a scar on my arm. You thought I was an enemy and shot me. You cried when you found out later.

."

As he talked, he fell into long-lasting memories.

He and Yan Yuehua met in the army. On the first day they met, he went into the hospital.

At that time, neither of them thought that they would end up together.

But Yan Yuehua also died twenty years ago.

He should have gone with her at that time, but he couldn't.

Because he had to take care of Fu Yunshen.

Mr. Fu looked at the heroic woman in the photo frame and murmured: "Don't worry, Xiao Qi is fine. I brought him up. Unfortunately, we can't see him get married and have children."

This is Mr. Fu's biggest regret.

But he has lived twenty more years, so he should be content.

After talking to Mrs. Fu, Mr. Fu took out a pile of letter paper and began to write a letter.

This is written to Fu Yunshen.

Mr. Fu wrote the beginning several times, but he felt very dissatisfied, so he tore up the paper and wrote it again.

It wasn't until he wrote on the fourteenth piece of paper that he finally felt that his handwriting looked better.

So he continued to write.

In fact, his academic qualifications are not very high. He joined the army right after graduating from high school.

However, he has written many love letters to Yan Yuehua, and it is not difficult for him to write letters.

It took me an hour to write this letter.

"Death is not the end, it is the beginning of another grand adventure." Mr. Fu finally wrote this sentence, "You must remember that grandpa is always watching you in the sky."

After he finished writing this long letter, he folded the paper, put it in an envelope, and locked it in a drawer.

Afterwards, Mr. Fu took the photo frame and returned to the bed.

He put the photo frame in front of him with both hands and closed his eyes.

**

the next day.

seven in the morning.

Fu Mingcheng went to call Mr. Fu.
To be continued...