"Grandma Zhu!" Zhang Kun greeted, then quickly chased Zhu Caiping, half-bearing his waist and said with a slightly affectionate smile: "Are you in good health?"

However, Zhu Caiping seemed to have not seen Zhang Kun's greeting, and her body did not pause for a moment, and she still walked towards the family building.

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

Walking up the stairs and coming to the second floor, then Zhu Caiping took out the only key hanging on her chest and opened the door. After entering, she didn't close the door. Zhang Kun hurriedly followed Zhu Caiping and walked in.

Put the fruit basket on the living room coffee table, and then Zhang Kun has time to look at the layout of the entire room.

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

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

However, a large glass mirror was installed on the wall against which the TV cabinet was leaning. Under the reflection of the mirror, the space seemed not so narrow.

On one side of the living room is the kitchen and on the other side is the two bedrooms.

One of them is closed, while the other one looks like Zhu Caiping lives in it.

Zhang Kun looked quietly and found a wooden bed, desk, wardrobe, a chair, and an old-fashioned clothes hanger inside, and then there was nothing else.

It is so simple that it can only be described in the word "simple".

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

Zhang Kun pursed his lips and looked at Yan Zhenghao flying beside him, not knowing what to say for a moment.

At this time, Zhu Caiping returned home, then went straight to the kitchen, picked up a small bucket and rag to the living room, wet the rag, and then came to the sofa and coffee table, which seemed to be cleaning.

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

As he said that, Zhang Kun wanted to get the rag in Zhu Caiping's hand, but Zhu Caiping seemed to have not seen Zhang Kun, and she still held the wet rag and started to wipe it from the sofa bit by bit.

Zhang Kun took it several times, but still couldn't get the rag in Zhu Caiping's hand. He grabbed his head. Zhang Kun looked around for a while, and finally found another rag in the kitchen.

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

As he said that, Zhang Kun came to the TV cabinet and began to wipe it.

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 rubbed the coffee table.

"Grandma Zhu, that was your granddaughter yesterday. She is so beautiful. She seems to be a student of Xiangnan Affiliated First Affiliated?"

"…!" 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 what disappointed Zhang Kun was that Zhu Caiping had no reaction to his words, as if he had not heard them, and even thought that Zhang Kun did not exist.

Looking at Zhu Caiping finishing the coffee table, she came to the TV counter, then took the rag and wiped the place Zhang Kun had just wiped, and Zhang Kun's brows froze.

The places I wiped, even the water stains had not dried yet, but Zhu Caiping still wiped them again. Do you think I was not clean, or did she think these places had never been wiped in her mind?

Even said, in her eyes, does she really exist?

Zhang Kun remembered a sentence Yan Zhenghao once said.

"Don't speak, don't talk to anyone, even Ruo Ning is the same. He is indifferent to anything, and when he sees it, he is just like not seeing it. He is just alone every day."

As if there is no one around, this is the real thing.

It was as if in her eyes, she was the only one in the world, and no one else existed.

Close your heart, lonely, living alone in a world.

Yan Zhenghao once said that Zhu Caiping's heart seemed to be 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 long ago at this time.

My heart is ashamed, the walking zombie... I'm afraid that's what Zhu Caiping is doing now.

Zhang Kun sighed in his heart. If there was no way to communicate, how could he cure Zhu Caiping's heart disease?

It seems that it still needs to be given heavy medicine.

Zhang Kun gritted his teeth: "Grandma Zhu, where is your husband? Why haven't you seen it?"

"..." Zhu Caiping still didn't respond, wiping the dust on the TV barely.

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

“….” No response.

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

Zhang Kun's eyebrows were narrowed and he spoke again: "Grandma Zhu, Professor Yan Zhenghao was murdered, do you know?"

When he said this, Zhang Kun stared at Zhu Caiping's face, especially any changes in his eyes, but... Zhang Kun was disappointed, and Zhu Caiping still looked like a wooden look, as if he had not heard or seen.

Zhang Kun's eyes trembled, and then he said unwillingly: "Grandma Zhu, have you ever thought of him after Professor Yan's death?"

"…..." 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 fist and hit it hard: "Damn, what else can I do like this? Professor Yan, you are thinking of a solution." Zhang Kun looked up at Yan Zhenghao.

But Yan Zhenghao smiled bitterly: "If I have a solution, I won't ask you."

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

Zhu Caiping had already started wiping the desk, and at this time, Zhang Kun's eyes suddenly lit up when he looked at the desk, Yan Zhenghao's photo.

Zhang Kun immediately stepped up quickly, grabbed the photo, wiped it for a while, 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 still rubbed the desk blankly.

...

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

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

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

Of course, he could not get an answer to Yan Ruoning's question. Zhu Caiping was still standing in the kitchen, washing dishes blankly.

However, Yan Ruoning didn't care at all. She just looked at the fruit basket thinking, her eyes flashing...

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Chapter completed!