"Grandma Zhu!" Zhang Kun greeted, and then quickly chased in front of Zhu Caiping, half-hunched over, and said with a slightly kind smile: "Are you getting better?"

However, for Zhang Kun's greeting, Zhu Caiping didn't seem to see it, and her body didn't pause, and she still walked towards the family building.

Seeing this, Zhang Kun secretly sighed in his heart, but he still chuckled lightly on his face, and followed behind Zhu Caiping indifferently.

walked up the stairs to the second floor, and then Zhu Caiping took out the only key hanging on his chest to open the door, and did not close the door after entering, Zhang Kun hurriedly followed Zhu Caiping and walked in.

put the fruit basket on the coffee table in the living room, and then Zhang Kun had time to look at the layout of the whole room.

Although he had already been here once yesterday, Zhang Kun didn't have time to see more at that time, and Zhang Kun left after sending the two back.

The living room is not big, it is estimated that it is only ten square meters, and there is a TV cabinet and a sofa coffee table, and there is basically only half of the activity space left.

However, on the wall against which the TV cabinet rests, a large glass mirror is also installed. Under the reflection of the mirror, it seems that the space is not so cramped.

While the living room has a kitchen on one side and two bedrooms on the other.

One of them was closed, while the other looked like Zhu Caiping was supposed to live.

Zhang Kun glanced at it quietly, there was a wooden bed, a desk, a wardrobe, a chair, an old-fashioned hanger, and then other than that, there was nothing.

Simple, so simple that it can only be described in two words: plain.

This is the home of a professor, the home of a doctoral supervisor, and the home of a head of an institute.

Zhang Kun pursed his lips and looked at Yan Zhenghao flying next to him, and he didn't know what to say for a while.

At this time, Zhu Caiping returned home, then went straight to the kitchen, picked up a bucket and rag and came to the living room. Wet the rag and go to the sofa coffee table, which looks like it's going to be cleaned.

Seeing this, Zhang Kun hurriedly rushed to Zhu Caiping: "Grandma Zhu, I'll come, I'll come!"

As he spoke, Zhang Kun was about to take the rag in Zhu Caiping's hand, but Zhu Caiping didn't seem to see Zhang Kun, she still held the wet rag and started to wipe it from the sofa little by little.

Zhang Kun took it a few times, but he still couldn't get the rag in Zhu Caiping's hand, scratched his head, Zhang Kun looked left and right for a while, and then finally found another rag in the kitchen.

Holding the rag, Zhang Kun put it in a small bucket and wet it: "Grandma Zhu, I'll help you clean it up!"

As he spoke, Zhang Kun came to the TV cabinet, and then began to wipe it down.

While cleaning, Zhang Kun's eyes were always on Zhu Caiping's figure.

After a while, Zhang Kun seemed to say casually: "Grandma Zhu, do you live alone?"

"......!" Zhu Caiping lowered her head and wiped the coffee table.

"Grandma Zhu, that was your granddaughter yesterday, she is so beautiful, she seems to be also a student of Shonan Affiliated One?"

"......!" Zhu Caiping cleaned the rag.

"Grandma Zhu, where is your son, isn't he at home? ”

“......。 ”

Zhang Kun tried to communicate with Zhu Caiping, but to Zhang Kun's disappointment, Zhu Caiping did not react to his words, as if she hadn't heard it, and even acted as if Zhang Kun didn't exist.

Looking at Zhu Caiping after wiping the coffee table, came to the TV cabinet, and then took a rag and wiped the place Zhang Kun had just wiped again, Zhang Kun frowned.

The places I wiped by myself have not even dried the water stains, but Zhu Caiping still wiped them again, does this mean that I am not clean to wipe them, or is it that in her heart, these places have not been wiped at all?

Even said, in her eyes, does she exist?

Zhang Kun remembered what Yan Zhenghao once said.

"Don't say anything, don't talk to anyone, even Ruoning. I don't care about anything, I see it as if I don't see it, and I'm just a person every day. ”

If there is no one around, this is the real one.

It's as if in her eyes, there is only one person in the world, and everyone else does not exist.

Close the door of the heart, be alone, live alone in a world.

Yan Zhenghao once said that Zhu Caiping's heart was as if she was dead.

If it weren't for the survival instinct that still existed in the body itself, Zhu Caiping insisted on eating and sleeping, otherwise, maybe Zhu Caiping would have died by this time.

The heart is like ashes, the walking dead...... , I'm afraid that's the current situation of Zhu Caiping.

Zhang Kun sighed secretly in his heart, if he couldn't even communicate, then how could he cure Zhu Caiping's heart disease?

It seems that I still have to take heavy medicine.

Zhang Kunyi gritted his teeth: "Grandma Zhu, where is your husband?

“......。 Zhu Caiping still didn't react, and wiped the dust on the TV blankly.

"Grandma Zhu, I heard that Professor Yan Zhenghao once served as the head of the research institute, right?"

“......。 "No response.

Seeing this, Zhang Kun pursed his lips and looked up at Yan Zhenghao in the air, only to see that Yan Zhenghao was also full of helplessness.

The corners of Zhang Kun's eyebrows froze, and he spoke again: "Grandma Zhu, Professor Yan Zhenghao was murdered, do you know?"

When he said this, Zhang Kun's eyes were staring at Zhu Caiping's face, especially any change in his eyes, but ...... Zhang Kun was disappointed, Zhu Caiping was still the same wooden appearance, as if she didn't hear or see.

The corners of Zhang Kun's eyes twitched, and then he said again: "Grandma Zhu, after Professor Yan died, did you think about him?"

“......。 Zhu Caiping finished wiping the TV cabinet, then picked up the bucket and walked towards the bedroom.

Zhang Kun's entire face collapsed instantly.

No, no, still no.......

Zhang Kun clenched his fists and hammered hard: "Damn, how can you do this, Professor Yan, you have to think of a way." Zhang Kun looked up at Yan Zhenghao.

But Yan Zhenghao smiled bitterly: "If I had a way, I wouldn't ask you." ”

Zhang Kun sighed, glanced at Yan Zhenghao, and then followed Zhu Caiping to the bedroom with a rag.

Zhu Caiping had already begun to wipe the desk, and at this time, Zhang Kun's eyes suddenly lit up when he looked at the desk, a photo of Yan Zhenghao.

Zhang Kun immediately walked up quickly, grabbed the photo, wiped it, and then put it in front of Zhu Caiping: "Grandma Zhu, do you still know him, Yan Zhenghao, your husband, he was murdered." ”

Zhang Kun shouted with a little excitement, but ...... , Zhu Caiping is still wiping the desk blankly.

......

An hour later, Zhang Kun finally gave up, he looked at the time on his phone, it was almost half past eleven, and if he didn't leave, Yan Ruoning would be back.

In the end, Zhang Kun had no choice but to leave.

And just two minutes after Zhang Kun left, a beautiful girl opened the door, and then saw the fruit basket on the coffee table, Yan Ruoning couldn't help blurting out: "Grandma, who has been here today?"

Of course, Yan Ruoning's question could not be answered, and Zhu Caiping was still standing in the kitchen washing the dishes.

However, Yan Ruoning didn't care, just looked at the fruit basket thoughtfully, her eyes flickering .......