Rebirth of Love: Jiang Ciyou's Counterattack Legend

The years flow slowly, like a slow and long movement, playing the ups and downs of life. Jiang Ciyou and Lu Jingchen have walked through countless spring, summer, autumn and winter hand in hand. Their once black and shiny hair has gradually been stained with white frost, just like the first snow in winter gently covering the branches, adding a bit of tranquility and indifference to them after experiencing vicissitudes. However, although the years have quietly changed their faces, they cannot erode the passionate love in their hearts. Their hands are always tightly held together, as if all the wind and rain in the world cannot wash them away.

At dawn, the soft light penetrated the thin clouds and fell on the small courtyard where they lived. The courtyard was not big, but it was full of traces of time and a warm atmosphere. In the corner, the roses still bloomed on time, and the pink and white petals swayed gently in the breeze, exuding a faint fragrance, just like those sweet or shy memories of the past years, filling the air. Jiang Ciyou and Lu Jingchen got up early as usual, and after a simple wash, they came to the courtyard hand in hand. Their movements were no longer as neat and agile as when they were young, but they revealed a kind of calm and tacit understanding.

Lu Jingchen slowly brought two old but clean rattan chairs and placed them next to the roses. The rattan chairs were purchased together shortly after their wedding. After years of baptism, the rattan was a little worn, but it carried too many mornings and evenings they spent together. Jiang Ciyou sat down gently, and Lu Jingchen carefully put a thin blanket on her. Although the season was gradually entering the warm spring, the morning breeze was still a little cool. His movements were gentle and natural, full of care and pampering for her life, as if this was just an ordinary moment in countless identical days, but it seemed extremely precious because of this long-lasting love.

"Do you remember when we first moved here?" Jiang Ciyou raised his head slightly, looking through the blooming rose bushes to the clear blue sky, with a faint smile on his lips. His voice was as gentle as the breeze blowing across the strings of a musical instrument, with a hint of nostalgia, "At that time, there was nothing in this yard. It was just the two of us, who decorated it brick by brick to make it what it is now."

Lu Jingchen sat down beside her, reached out and gently held her hand, which was full of traces of time but still warm. His eyes followed hers as he looked up at the sky. A glimmer of reminiscence flashed in his eyes, and the corners of his mouth raised, revealing a gentle and affectionate smile: "How can you not remember? In order to plant these roses, you accidentally got your hand pricked by the thorns. It hurt so much that tears welled up in your eyes, but you still couldn't bear to put down the seedlings in your hand." As he spoke, he gently lifted Jiang Ciyou's hand and placed a soft kiss on the faded scars on the back of her hand, as if this could go back in time and heal all the pain she had ever suffered.

Jiang Ciyou's cheeks flushed slightly, and she glanced at him in a reproachful manner, but her eyes were full of smiles and sweetness: "You are so old, and you still say these things. Aren't you embarrassed?" Although she said this, her heart was touched by his deep affection. Those long-lost memories surged into her mind like a tide, making the company of them at this moment even more precious. They looked at the corner of the yard together, where the wooden horses and building blocks that the children played with when they were young were placed. Although they were a little worn and faded, they still stood there quietly, witnessing the footprints of the children's growth.

"The children have grown up and have their own lives." Jiang Ciyou sighed softly, with relief and a little reluctance in his eyes. "Time flies so fast. It seems like they were chasing butterflies in the yard yesterday, and today they have already flown into the vast sky that belongs to them."

Lu Jingchen patted her hands gently, giving her silent comfort: "They are all excellent, and this is our pride. Moreover, no matter how far they go, they will always have this family in their hearts, just as we always care about them." His voice was steady and firm, revealing his deep trust and expectations for his children, and it also made Jiang Ciyou's reluctance gradually turn into beautiful blessings for the children's future.

The sun gradually became hotter, and it felt warm on her body. Jiang Ciyou closed her eyes slightly, enjoying the tranquility and warmth of this moment, and the bits and pieces of the children's growth process emerged in her mind involuntarily. From the vague but hard-working appearance when they were learning to speak, to the curiosity and expectation in their eyes when they first carried their schoolbags and walked into the campus; from the stubbornness of their rebellious youth when they argued with their parents and quietly turned red, to the perseverance of their adults who gradually became sensible and steady, and worked hard with their ideals in mind. Every picture is like a bright star, embedded in the long river of her memory, shining brightly, and becoming the most precious wealth of her life.

Lu Jingchen sat quietly, his eyes always on Jiang Ciyou, watching her gentle appearance immersed in memories, his heart full of love and tenderness. He remembered the heartbroken look of Jiang Ciyou when she was betrayed on the wedding night, and his heart ached. He secretly vowed to use his lifelong love to make up for the hurt she had suffered. Now, looking at the happiness and peace on her face, he knew that all the efforts and persistence they had spent together over the years were worth it. Time may have taken away the youthful appearance, but it has given them a deeper and indestructible emotional bond.

"Ciyou," Lu Jingchen called softly, and waited until Jiang Ciyou opened her eyes and looked at him before continuing, "Thank you for always being by my side all these years. I can see your smile every morning when I wake up, and I can hold your hand every night when I fall asleep. This is the greatest happiness in my life." His eyes were sincere and warm, as if he wanted to imprint her deeply in his heart with his gaze, telling her of a lifetime commitment.

Tears glistened in Jiang Ciyou's eyes. She gently raised her hand and stroked Lu Jingchen's wrinkled but still handsome face, her voice choked with sobs: "Jingchen, I should be the one to say thank you. Without you, I really don't know how I would have survived those dark days. It was you who lit a lamp for me with your love, allowing me to find the direction of life again." Her words were like the drizzle in spring, nourishing Lu Jingchen's heart and making the flame of love in his heart burn even hotter.

The two of them just stared at each other quietly, without much words. All the emotions were expressed in their eyes. At this moment, time seemed to stand still. The only sound in the world was the sound of their heartbeats and the everlasting love that permeated the air. The breeze blew gently, and rose petals fell like snow, sprinkling on their shoulders and hair, adding a touch of dreamlike poetry to this warm scene.

In the afternoon, the sun became a little lazy, and it sprinkled through the window onto the living room floor, forming patches of mottled light and shadow. Jiang Ciyou took a thick photo album from the bookshelf, which was filled with photos of their family over the years. She gently brushed away the dust on the cover of the album, as if opening a door to the past, and slowly sat down on the sofa. Seeing this, Lu Jingchen also came over and sat down beside her, his arm naturally around her shoulders, and the two of them opened the album together, immersed in the ocean of memories.

The first page of the album is a photo of their wedding. In the photo, Jiang Ciyou is wearing a snow-white wedding dress, as beautiful as a princess from a fairy tale; Lu Jingchen is wearing a neat suit, handsome, his eyes full of longing for the future and deep affection for the bride beside him. They held hands, standing in the center of the auditorium surrounded by flowers, with smiles of happiness that were almost dreamy on their faces, as if all the beauty in the world gathered at that moment. Jiang Ciyou's fingers gently stroked herself in the photo, her eyes full of nostalgia: "At that time, I really thought I was the happiest woman in the world. I finally found someone to accompany me for the rest of my life. Although I have experienced so much pain before, when I see you standing in front of me, I know that everything is worth it."

Lu Jingchen smiled and nodded, his eyes always staying on the photo, as if he was brought back to that day full of joy and hope: "Yes, I've been looking forward to that wedding for a long time. I swear to spend my whole life to make you keep this smile forever, and never let you get hurt again." His voice was low and firm, echoing in the air like a vow, and although it has gone through the years, it has never faded.

As the albums turned page by page, the photos of the children gradually increased. From the wrinkled, red faces in the cradle, to the shaky but determined little figures when they first learned to walk; from the cute appearance of red cheeks and cartoon headdresses when performing in kindergarten, to the young faces wearing bachelor's gowns and high-spirited at the graduation ceremony. Behind each photo, there is a warm or interesting story. Jiang Ciyou and Lu Jingchen looked at the photos and talked about those memories, sometimes laughing, sometimes sighing, as if time was slowly flowing back in these pages of the album, allowing them to experience those beautiful moments again.

"Do you still remember this photo?" Lu Jingchen pointed to a photo and said to Jiang Ciyou with a smile. In the photo, his young daughter was standing in the yard, holding a small shovel in her hand, her face covered with mud, and she was smiling brightly at the camera, while Jiang Ciyou, who was standing aside, looked at his daughter with helplessness but full of doting. Jiang Ciyou couldn't help laughing out loud: "How could I not remember? That day she insisted on helping me plant flowers, and ended up making herself look like a little mud monkey. She also dug out several of the newly planted seedlings, which really pissed me off. However, seeing how happy she was, I couldn't bear to scold her in the end."

Memories flooded in like a tide, drowning them in a sea of ​​happiness. Those days that were once thought to be ordinary, now looking back, are full of shining treasures. The last few pages of the album are family photos in recent years. The children have grown up, standing next to Jiang Ciyou and Lu Jingchen, each of them is heroic and vigorous. The family's faces are filled with happy smiles, and their eyes reveal their deep love and concern for each other. These photos are like a silent documentary, recording the ups and downs and warmth and sweetness of their family along the way, and witnessing the inheritance and continuation of love.

In the evening, the afterglow of the setting sun dyed the sky a gorgeous orange-red, like a beautiful oil painting. Jiang Ciyou and Lu Jingchen got up and prepared to make a simple dinner. Although the children were not at home, they still maintained their habit of preparing dinner together every day and enjoying this ordinary and warm moment. Jiang Ciyou walked into the kitchen, skillfully tied an apron, took out fresh vegetables and meat from the refrigerator, and began to wash and cut them. Lu Jingchen helped by washing rice and cooking. Occasionally, he would gently hug Jiang Ciyou from behind and whisper a few witty words in her ear, making her cheeks blush and gently slap his hand away with a reproachful look.

The kitchen was filled with the aroma of food, the smell of home and love. Over the years, they had gotten used to each other's tastes. Jiang Ciyou knew that Lu Jingchen liked to eat slightly softer vegetables, and Lu Jingchen also remembered that Jiang Ciyou liked to eat lighter vegetables. Each dish was filled with their meticulous care for each other. After dinner was ready, they brought the food to the stone table in the yard, sat opposite each other in the afterglow of the sunset, and began to enjoy this simple but warm dinner.

"Today's dishes taste really good." Lu Jingchen picked up a piece of stir-fried seasonal vegetables made by Jiang Ciyou, put it in his mouth and chewed it carefully, then praised with satisfaction. Jiang Ciyou looked at him with a smile: "You, you have been eating it for so many years, but you are not tired of it." Lu Jingchen put down his bowl and chopsticks and looked at her seriously: "How can I be tired of it? I can't eat enough in this life." His eyes revealed deep attachment and love, which made Jiang Ciyou feel warm in her heart, as if this dinner was more delicious than any delicacies from land and sea.

As the night gradually fell, the stars twinkled like gems inlaid on the black sky. After Jiang Ciyou and Lu Jingchen cleaned up the dishes, they returned to the rattan chairs in the yard and sat down. The yard was very quiet, with only the occasional chirping of insects breaking the tranquility of the night. They held hands, looked up at the starry sky, and enjoyed this quiet time that belonged to the two of them.

"Look, that brightest star, does it look like the wishing star in the stories we told our children when we were young?" Jiang Ciyou pointed to an exceptionally bright star in the sky and whispered to Lu Jingchen. Lu Jingchen looked in the direction of her finger, smiled and nodded: "It looks like it, maybe if you make a wish to it, your wish will come true. What is your wish?"

Jiang Ciyou turned her head slightly and looked at Lu Jingchen, with stars twinkling in her eyes: "I hope we can always be like this, holding hands and growing old together. No matter how many storms there are in the future, we can accompany each other and never leave each other." Her voice was soft but firm, as if she was telling the most sincere oath to the starry sky.

Lu Jingchen held her hand tightly, his eyes full of affection and emotion: "I certainly will, Ciyou. Our love has gone through so many hardships and has long been as solid as a rock. In the days to come, I will always be with you, until the end of time." His words were like the warmest stars in the night sky, illuminating Jiang Ciyou's heart and filling this quiet night with romance and hope.

Under the starry sky, Jiang Ciyou and Lu Jingchen snuggled together quietly, their figures stretched out very long in the moonlight, as if they were integrated with time. They knew that this love would not fade with the passage of time, nor would it dim with the hardships. It would continue forever, like the stars in the sky, shining in every corner of their lives forever. As time passed, their story continued to be written, and every new day was a new chapter of love, and this eternal love was the most beautiful melody of their lives, playing in the long river of time, never stopping.