A black sedan slowly drove into the Imperial View Garden and stopped at the gate of Building C.

Zhang Kun got out of the car and looked at Li Tongxin who stepped down from the driver's seat, Zhang Kun's face was still slightly blank and said, "Dean Li, I'm sorry for you this time." ”

Li Tongxin sighed and shook his head: "Needless to say, these are all things I should do." Let's go, I'll send you up. ”

"No need, Dean Li, you're busy in the hospital, so let's go back first. I, I want to be alone!" Zhang Kun said softly.

Li Tongxin stared at Zhang Kun for a few seconds, pursed his lips and finally nodded: "Okay, then you have a good rest first." ”

Zhang Kun nodded, then watched Li Tongxin get into the car, turned around and slowly left.

After Li Tongxin's car drove out of sight, Zhang Kun turned around with a blank face and walked towards the elevator.

The elevator went up slowly, and the blankness on Zhang Kun's face did not change in the slightest.

The silence and gloom for more than ten days seemed to have made Zhang Kun slowly get used to this look.

With a "ding" sound, the elevator door opened, Zhang Kun slowly walked out, came to the door of his house after a long absence, took out the key from the document bag, and opened the door skillfully and unfamiliarly.

The door opened, and when he walked in, Zhang Kun gently closed the door, put the document bag on the shoe cabinet, and slowly changed into slippers.

After putting on cotton cloth shoes, Zhang Kun's eyes swept over the room, he had not cleaned for more than ten days, and many of the furniture had a faint layer of ash, but Zhang Kun did not stay on these for long.

After looking around at everything in his sight, Zhang Kun slowly raised his feet and walked towards his bedroom.

The bedroom was still the same as when he left the last time, and even the shirt he had taken off last time and hadn't had time to wash it was still hanging on the back of the computer chair.

Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows of the bedroom, the sun is shining, the breeze is blowing, and the corner of the curtain is slightly moving.

Zhang Kun looked at it for a while, walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, closed the huge glass doors and windows together, and then slowly closed the curtains.

The silver curtains closed, and the bedroom slowly darkened until the last glimmer of light faded.

After doing all this, Zhang Kun slowly came to the foot of the bed, and then sat down next to the foot of the bed, with his back against the wall, his hands on his knees, and his eyes stared blankly at the floor in front of him, just like on the wooden bed in the small black room.

The room was dark

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Silence, only the sound of Zhang Kun's breathing, time is slowly passing, until, in the dark, a trace of clear stream appears.

As the first crystal tears appeared, the clear stream gushed out like an unstoppable spring.

Crystal tears kept flowing down Zhang Kun's cheeks, and Zhang Kun's gums clenched tightly, controlling himself not to make a sound, but he didn't do it in the end.

With the whining sound, the tears became louder and louder, and Zhang Kun buried his face in his knees.

"I'm sorry, really, I'm sorry!" Zhang Kun muttered, and his shoulders began to shake slightly.

"I didn't know it would be like this, I really don't know, I'm sorry!" Zhang Kun's voice was accompanied by crying.

"I'm sorry....... ”

In the back, Zhang Kun began to repeat these three words constantly, and the whole person seemed to fall into a strange state, and in the bedroom, a feeling of sadness and regret began to spread .......

Who is Zhang Kun sorry for? Of course, it's Peng Yibo.

Although in court today, in the case of Peng Yibo's death, Zhang Kun was acquitted of murder and released on the spot. However, Zhang Kun knows the truth of the facts.

That's right, Peng Yibo does have coronary heart disease, and he has already entered the level of heart failure, and his survival life cycle is less than two or three months.

But all of this cannot be erased, Peng Yibo was still alive at that time, and after Zhang Kun said those words, Peng Yibo died.

Peng Yibo died, dying of coronary heart disease, because of Zhang Kun.

Zhang Kun has never studied law, but Zhang Kun still has a basic understanding of logic.

That's right, Peng Yibo's death, if it is said that Zhang Kun killed it completely, it is impossible, as the court said, the facts are unclear, the evidence is insufficient, and the murder charge is not established. However, a manslaughter can't run away, Zhang Kun knows it very well.

Although Peng Yibo was not killed by him, he died because of him.

Therefore, when the presiding judge announced that he was not convicted of the crime and was released in court, Zhang Kun raised his head and the corners of his mouth moved, wanting to say something, even if he failed to say it in the end.

Zhang Kun is not a brave person, but he will not shirk his due responsibility for the mistakes he has made.

However, when he wanted to open his mouth, he thought of his parents and grandmother at home.

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He could go to jail, but what will happen to his parents when he learns the news? What will happen to his grandmother?

Grandma is old and in poor health, can she withstand such a blow?

Therefore, in the end, Zhang Kun did not speak, he acquiesced to this ending.

In court he escaped sanctions, was acquitted and released on the spot. However, in his heart, he always knew that Peng Yibo died because of him, and it would be a fact that could not be changed.

Zhang Kun can escape the law, but he can't escape his heart, and he will always be condemned by his conscience.

In the past ten days since Peng Yibo's death, Zhang Kun's inner condemnation has been accumulating until this moment, when it finally reached the edge of an outburst and finally gushed out.

In the dark room, Zhang Kun cried bitterly and burst into tears.

Zhang Kun can't remember how long he hasn't cried, but Zhang Kun is sure that this will be the deepest cry in his life.

The loud cry lasted for nearly ten minutes, and then slowly lowered again, turning into a low voice.

After more than ten minutes, Zhang Kun's tear ducts seemed to have dried up, and only tear stains in the corners of his eyes indicated signs of his existence.

After crying bitterly, Zhang Kun looked at the floor in front of him again with blank eyes, his eyes empty.

After a long time, Zhang Kun suddenly moved, rolled up his sleeves, wiped the tears on his face, and then stood up, looking at the two familiar figures in the middle of the bedroom with red eyes.

"Professor Peng, let me help you find that girl and give me a chance to forgive my sins!"

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PS: The baby is almost fine, in fact, two days ago, there was no diarrhea, but the spirit is still not very good, so I took good care of it for a few days, thank you for your concern.

@格桑花你也是湖南的吗 On the third day of the baby's diarrhea, I bought Nestle 110, a special diarrhea milk powder, and I also bought some chicken gizzards, took the skin, washed it, dried it and mashed it, and then mixed it with milk or rice porridge for the baby to drink, which is also our earthwork.

Now the baby's diarrhea has been cured, but the spirit is still not good.

However, the cold snap has hit in the past two days, and it is estimated that the next few days will have to wait for it, and the weather has changed too much.

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