A young boy from the 1970s, separated from his family, fled famine and led his younger brother into

"Knock knock knock! Open the door! Uncle Lu! Open the door!"

Outside the door came the arrogant shouts of a boy, his voice slightly tinged with puberty, mixed with the commotion of several other teenagers.

Zhou Yayun was holding Su Nianci and gently comforting her when the sudden, impolite knocking on the door startled her, causing her to frown.

"Who is this? Why did they have to come at this time of year?" she said, somewhat displeased.

Lu Zhenguo's face instantly darkened.

He recognized the voice outside the door; it was none other than Li Hao, the troublemaker from the Li family, the chief of staff!

"I'll go take a look." Lu Zhenguo suppressed his anger and walked towards the door.

He yanked the door open!

Li Hao was leading seven or eight teenagers, blocking the doorway. When he saw the door open, he thought it was Zhou Ya Yun and was about to squeeze in with a grin when he looked up and was met with Lu Zhenguo's face, which was as black as the bottom of a pot and full of anger!

"Uncle Lu... Uncle Lu..." Li Hao's arrogance instantly turned into terror, and his voice stammered, "I... we..."

"Get out!" Lu Zhenguo squeezed out the word through gritted teeth.

Li Hao and the group of boys behind him were so frightened by the murderous aura that they trembled all over and their legs started shaking!

They had never seen Political Commissar Lu so angry before!

"Yes...yes!" Li Hao didn't dare utter a word. He led his equally terrified underlings and scrambled away, disappearing in an instant.

Lu Zhenguo watched their retreating figures, snorted coldly, and then slammed the door shut with a loud bang!

This little incident also interrupted Su Nianci's crying.

She lifted her head from Zhou Yayun's embrace, her eyes, red and swollen from crying, still glistening with tears, but her emotions had gradually calmed down.

But she doesn't regret it. Showing vulnerability appropriately, rather than being stubbornly strong, is more likely to garner sympathy and bring people closer together.

"Child, are you feeling better?" Zhou Yayun took out her handkerchief and tenderly wiped away the tears on her face.

Su Nianci nodded, her voice still thick with a nasal tone: "Um... I'm fine, Aunt Zhou. I'm sorry, I..."

"Silly child, why are you saying sorry!" Zhou Yayun interrupted her. "If you want to cry, just cry it out. You'll feel better after you cry. From now on, we'll support you, and you won't have to carry this burden alone anymore."

Lu Zhenguo also came back. He glanced at Su Nianci's red and swollen eyes and felt even more guilty.

He sat back on the sofa, remained silent for a moment, and then, in as calm a tone as possible, said, "Nianci, Uncle knows you've suffered a lot. Now, could you... tell Uncle in detail what you and your brother have gone through?"

"Starting from...starting from after your father's sacrifice."

He had to find out exactly what happened after Su Weiguo's sacrifice!

What exactly happened to that destroyed letter?

This is not just about seeking justice for his comrade's child; it's also about whether there are other hidden circumstances surrounding his brother's death!

She took a deep breath and gathered her thoughts.

She didn't exaggerate or deliberately try to elicit sympathy.

She simply laid out the unbearable past that the original owner of the body had been holding in her mind in an unusually calm and almost cruelly objective tone.

"When news of my father came back, I still had a high fever and knew nothing. When I woke up, they... had already turned into two black boxes."

"After the funeral, my uncle and aunt moved into our house under the guise of 'taking care of them'."

"On their first day, they brought out everything they owned. They locked it all in their trunks. They planned to burn the worthless things, like books, letters, and photos. The letter my father wrote to you, and that photo, I snatched from the fire pit."

Upon hearing this, Lu Zhenguo and Zhou Yayun's faces turned ashen!

They simply couldn't believe that someone would do something so beastly to a hero's belongings!

Su Nianci continued without pausing, "From then on, I became their little maid and punching bag."

"They eat white flour steamed buns, while we can only eat dark, hard cornbread, and sometimes we don't even have cornbread."

"They made me get up before dawn every day to feed the pigs, sweep the floor, and wash the whole family's clothes. The water in winter was as cold as ice knives, and my hands were all frostbitten and I still have scars to this day."

She stretched out her small hands, which still bore red and swollen frostbite scars.

The marks on those surfaces are more impactful than any tearful accusation!

Zhou Yayun's heart ached as she watched, and tears streamed down her face once again.

Lu Zhenguo clenched his fists tightly, the veins on the back of his hands bulging! His eyes were burning with rage!

"Later, when my cousin reached marriageable age, the girl's family asked for a dowry of one hundred yuan. My uncle and aunt couldn't afford it."

"They...they set their sights on me."

Su Nianci's voice trembled slightly as she spoke.

"I overheard that they had contacted a human trafficker. They were planning... planning to sell me to a man in his forties, a widower with a limp, as... a child bride."

"boom!"

If everything before only made Lu Zhenguo angry...

Then these last few words were like a bombshell, completely detonating the volcano that had been suppressed in his heart for a long time!

"brute!!!"

Lu Zhenguo suddenly stood up from the sofa and slammed his fist hard on the thick solid wood coffee table in front of him!

"Bang--!"

That well-made coffee table was actually smashed with his fist, leaving a clear crack!

"How...how dare they?! How dare they!!!" Lu Zhenguo's eyes had turned blood red, and his resolute face was twisted with extreme anger, making him look like a tiger about to devour its prey!

A terrifying killing intent, honed amidst mountains of corpses and seas of blood, surged from his body and enveloped the entire living room!

Su Nianci even had a strange feeling, as if what she saw was no longer a political commissar of a military region, but a god of death who had crawled out of hell and was holding a sharp blade!

Both she and Little Stone were so frightened by the terrifying aura that they dared not even breathe.

"I had no other choice. I knew that if we didn't leave, we would all die." Su Nianci's voice trembled with the relief of surviving a disaster. "So, I stole the last few dollars from home and ran away on a rainy night."

"We hitched a ride on a train and begged for food all the way from Henan to Harbin."

"Because I remember my father saying that here are his most trusted comrades, the ones he could entrust his life to. Here is Uncle Lu, who can stand up for us."

After saying her last sentence, she raised her head, her clear eyes, still streaked with tears, staring quietly at the enraged man before her.

She condensed all her misery and all her hope into this last sentence, which pierced Lu Zhenguo's heart.

The only sound in the living room was Lu Zhenguo's heavy, bellows-like breathing, fueled by anger.

A long, long time passed.

Lu Zhenguo's tense body, which looked like it was about to explode, slowly relaxed.

He turned his head and looked at Su Nianci, his blood-red eyes filled with endless guilt, self-blame, and... overwhelming killing intent!

"Nianci," he said, emphasizing each word, "don't worry, your uncle will take care of this!"