Rebirth in a Book: The Road to Breakthrough

Tiezhu hurried over and said, "Heizi is coming back." Su Mingrui quickly restored the room to its original state and asked us to go back, and he would take care of the rest.

Tiezhu took Yu Congcong and walked towards the hillside of Honghua's backyard.

After Su Mingrui restored the room, he sat quietly beside the bed and watched over his mother. This was the situation when Heizi came back. He asked anxiously, "What happened to your mother?" This situation did not show that he was a spy at all. With this acting skill, he deserved the Oscar for Best Actor.

Su Mingrui replied: "It's okay, the doctor said it was caused by stimulation. Dad, are you hiding something from mom?"

Kuroko's eyes flickered: "No? Is your mother imagining things again?"

"Oh." Su Mingrui remained silent and said nothing more.

"Tiezhu, where did you go just now and why did you take so long?" Yu Congcong asked curiously, blinking her big eyes.

"I went to the forest where we followed Heizi last time and brought an informant there." Tiezhu scratched his head and replied in a low voice.

"Are the informants Grandpa Nan's friends?" Yu Congcong tilted his head and continued to ask curiously.

Tiezhu looked around carefully and whispered into Yu Congcong's ear, "I'll tell you quietly, they should all be soldiers."

When Yu Congcong heard that it was a soldier, his eyes lit up instantly, an expression of surprise appeared on his face, his mouth opened wide, his hands danced uncontrollably, and he cheered excitedly, indicating that he was saved.

Yu Congcong patted Tiezhu's shoulder happily and said, "That's great. We feel more at ease with them around." Tiezhu nodded, and the two of them smiled at each other tacitly.

Yu Congcong waved his hand proudly and said loudly: "Let's go home and wait for the good news of victory!"

"No, I have to report the situation of Su Mingrui to Grandpa Nan." Yu Congcong said with certainty.

Tie Zhu nodded repeatedly, his expression full of agreement, and echoed: "It is true that Aunt Su and Su Mingrui are in danger."

After saying that, Yu Congcong and Tiezhu hurriedly ran towards Nan Yi. When they arrived, the informant had already returned and was discussing the next plan together.

At this moment, the night was as dark as ink, and there was silence everywhere. Only the silvery moonlight fell on the ground, emitting a faint glow, as if to add a touch of mystery to this tense situation. Looking at his appearance, Kuroko's identity as a Japanese spy was already certain.

Yu Congcong looked serious and told Su Mingrui everything that happened at his home.

A look of worry appeared on Grandpa Nan's face, his brows were tightly furrowed, and his face was full of sorrow.

One of the soldiers said, "Why don't we move them first?"

Grandpa Nan shook his head helplessly, a look of helplessness appeared on his face, and he sighed softly: "I'm afraid Jingshu won't agree to it." It was because he knew Su Jingshu too well and knew that she had a somewhat extreme personality. He was afraid that she would go all out.

Grandpa Nan sent Tiezhu and Yu Congcong back home. They still needed to have a good discussion and figure out what to do next.

Yu Congcong and Tiezhu returned home, but their adoptive father had not yet returned. Grandma said there was no need to wait for him. Grandma lovingly held Tiezhu's hand and asked him to stay home to finish his meal before leaving. Since the engagement, they had eaten at whichever house they stayed at, and over time, they got used to it. After dinner and a short rest, Tiezhu started his night run. The night breeze gently brushed his cheeks, bringing a hint of coolness.

After it got dark, everyone went home. Tonight was particularly quiet. Yu Congcong lay on the bed and fell asleep soon. Yu Dazhuang had not returned yet. At midnight, a fire suddenly lit up at Heizi's house in the east, illuminating half of the sky.

Heizi was awakened by the thick smoke. Su Jingshu held the samurai sword that Yu Congcong and the others had found during the day, and pointed the sharp tip of the sword directly at Heizi. Her eyes were filled with determination and resoluteness, and she shouted, "What is your real name?"

Heizi smiled with an infatuated look on his face, and said infatuatedly: "Jingshu, you know everything. Jingshu, do you know? Since the first time I saw you, my heart has been completely captured by you. Your every frown and smile are like the most gorgeous cherry blossoms in spring, deeply imprinted in my heart, and I can't extricate myself. I know that there is an unbridgeable gap between us, and you will never like an invader like me. I have wanted to give up countless times, but my obsession with you makes me unable to let go. I fantasized that if our empire could take over this land, you would be mine. But the people in your country are too stubborn, and I really can't wait, so I resolutely changed from an officer to an intelligence officer, and took great pains to calculate you to my side. We could have lived that beautiful day together, you and I..."

Su Jingshu couldn't bear to listen any longer. She clenched her teeth, held the knife tightly with both hands, and stabbed it into Heizi's body fiercely.

There was a flash of disbelief in Heizi's eyes, and that infatuated look was gradually replaced by pain and despair. He looked at Su Jingshu, a bitter smile appeared on his face, and he slowly closed his eyes, as if bidding farewell to this world.

Su Mingrui woke up and saw that the firewood outside his parents' room was piled high. The firewood had been ignited, and the blazing flames surrounded the house, making it impossible to get close. The soldiers who had been paying attention to the situation here rushed over and wanted to rush into the house to save people, but it was too late. Most of the house was made of wood. It was pitch black all around, and only the blazing flames illuminated everything around it, as if telling the story of this life-and-death struggle.

At this time, Su Jingshu stood in the firelight, her figure looked lonely and firm against the background of the firelight. The night wind whistled past, and her clothes and hair fluttered in the wind, as if bidding a final farewell to this cruel reality.

Su Jingshu heard the noise and shouted to the outside of the door: "Mingrui, go quickly and find your master and ask him to send you to England. Mom has a house on Chinatown in London. Mom has the address in your favorite book. Don't come back. Don't tell anyone who your father is."

After listening to his mother's words, Su Mingrui felt helpless. He stood there, his legs felt heavy as if they were filled with lead, unable to move an inch. His eyes were confused and terrified, tears poured out like a flood, sliding down his cheeks. His frail body looked even smaller and more fragile in the light of the fire, as if it could be swallowed by the ruthless fire at any time. He lost his former composure and cried out, his face full of pain and sorrow, as if he wanted to cry out all the tears of the years at once.

After being woken up, the villagers hurried out of their homes and started to move. Some villagers were only wearing shorts, with their shirts buttoned up and down, and their eyes were bleary-eyed; some villagers were holding buckets and walking in the dark with one foot deep and one foot shallow.

The soldier quickly carried Su Mingrui out of the yard.

At this time, Yu Dazhuang had just returned home and had been asleep for less than half an hour when he was suddenly awakened by a burst of urgent shouting. He did not bother to tidy up his clothes and immediately ran over here. He took big steps, his steps were vigorous and powerful, and he ran at the front of the crowd. When he saw the soldier holding Su Mingrui, he rushed forward, took Su Mingrui, and then signaled the soldier to hide him quickly.

Behind Yu Dazhuang, his fourth uncle and the others also hurried over. Their footsteps were particularly loud in the silent night, as if they were a tense melody played at this critical moment.

Chief Fu called out from behind, asking everyone to bring buckets to get water. After hearing this, the villagers hurried back home. Those who had water at home ran to Su Mingrui's house with their buckets, while those who didn't ran to the lake with their empty buckets. One by one, the villagers carrying water formed a line.

The villagers went back and forth between the lake and Su Mingrui's house, pouring water on the fire, making a sizzling sound.

Some villagers held shovels and shoveled up soil and threw it into the flames, trying to stop the fire from spreading.

"Hurry, hurry! Fetch a few more buckets of water!" a villager shouted anxiously.

Here, pass me the bucket, the fire is getting bigger and bigger!" Another villager took the bucket and rushed to the fire. "Everyone, work harder, we must put out the fire!" Chief Fu shouted loudly. With the joint efforts of the villagers, the fire was gradually brought under control.

The fire was gradually put out. The house where Su Jingshu lived was almost completely burned down, leaving only the stones below. The bricks collapsed and buried the bodies of Heizi and Su Jingshu. The roof of the main hall and Su Mingrui's room was burned. The villagers put out the fire in time and saved some items, but the whole house was smoked black, the walls were charred, the beams were shaky, the house was in a mess, the original furniture and furnishings were unrecognizable, and it emitted a pungent burnt smell.

At the most intense moment of firefighting, Yu Congcong slowly woke up. At that time, the blazing fire illuminated half of the sky, and the billowing smoke filled the air, making it almost difficult to breathe normally.

After Tiezhu woke up with the clan leader, he wanted to go with him to put out the fire, but was assigned to look after Yu Congcong.

When Tiezhu saw Yu Congcong wake up, he hurriedly urged her to put on her clothes. The two of them happened to arrive at the scene when the fire was put out. Yu Congcong was still young and could not help at all. She stood in the crowd and might even add to the chaos. At this moment, Tiezhu and Yu Congcong were standing behind Yu Dazhuang and Su Mingrui.

Su Mingrui seemed to have cried to the extreme, and his tears seemed to have dried up. He stared at the house that was burned into ruins by the raging fire with a dull expression. His eyes were fixed on the scene where the clan leader was directing everyone to clean up the bodies of Heizi and Su Jingshu from the ruins bit by bit. His eyes were empty and lifeless, as if he had lost focus, staring straight at the body that was carried out, and the whole person seemed to have lost his soul.