Rebirth of Love: Jiang Ciyou's Counterattack Legend

The rain was pouring down, and the big raindrops hit the ground with a crackling sound, splashing high water. The whole city seemed to be shrouded in a layer of rain curtain, hazy and noisy. Jiang Ciyou sat in the back seat of the Porsche, and the street scene outside the car window passed by quickly in the rain curtain, but her mind was not on this speeding scenery at all. She had just finished a high-intensity business negotiation, and was exhausted physically and mentally. She wanted to go home early, take a hot bath, and spend some time with her daughter. However, a call from the kindergarten teacher made her heart hang in the air.

The driver, who was holding the steering wheel, glanced at Jiang Ciyou cautiously through the rearview mirror and said softly, "Madam, it's raining too hard, the road is not easy to drive on, it may take a while to get there." Jiang Ciyou nodded slightly, her fingers unconsciously drawing water marks on the car window, her thoughts drifting away. She remembered that when she went out in the morning, Xingyao was still hugging her legs and acting coquettishly, saying in a baby voice, "Mom, there will be a little surprise in the kindergarten today, you must come back early after get off work." At that time, the little girl's eyes were bright and full of expectations. She could never have thought that the day would end in this way.

The Porsche finally stopped slowly in front of the kindergarten. Jiang Ciyou took a deep breath and opened the door. The rain immediately hit her face, soaking her carefully groomed hair and expensive suit. She didn't care about that and walked quickly towards the kindergarten's teaching building. Her high heels made a quick sound on the waterlogged ground, and the splashing water wet her skirt.

Walking into the classroom, Jiang Ciyou saw his daughter standing in the corner. Xingyao looked so helpless, with wet hair sticking to her cheeks and her clothes wet in places. She clutched the corner of her clothes tightly, her eyes were red, as if she had just cried. Jiang Ciyou's heart suddenly tightened, and he took a few steps forward and hugged his daughter in his arms.

"Mom..." Xingyao's crying voice sounded in Jiang Ciyou's ears. Her little hands tightly grasped her mother's arm, as if she would lose all support if she let go. Jiang Ciyou gently stroked her daughter's back and comforted her softly: "Baby, don't be afraid, Mom is here."

At this time, the teacher came forward with a look of apology and helplessness on her face. She handed over a painting patched with tape and said softly, "Ms. Jiang, something happened today. Xingyao tore up the child's painting. This is the painting. Take a look." Jiang Ciyou took the painting and looked at it. Three rabbits were eating carrots. Although the painting style was childish, the artist's intentions could be seen. But at this moment, the paper was torn in several places, and the traces of tape were particularly glaring.

Jiang Ciyou frowned slightly, looked down at her daughter, and asked softly, "Xingyao, tell me why you tore up the kid's painting?" Xingyao bit her lip, tears welled up in her eyes again, but she stubbornly refused to speak. Jiang Ciyou felt distressed, she knew that although her daughter was usually lively, she was definitely not a child who would make trouble for no reason, there must be some reason.

The teacher explained softly: "During the painting class today, the kid next to Xingyao accidentally spilled the paint and stained Xingyao's drawing paper. Xingyao was very angry at the time, and the two had an argument. As a result, Xingyao tore up the other's painting in an impulsive manner..." Jiang Ciyou listened to the teacher's narration and understood everything in her heart. She squatted down, looked at her daughter at eye level, gently wiped the tears from her cheeks, and said: "Baby, Mom knows you didn't mean it, you just did it because you were angry, right?" Xingyao sobbed and nodded.

Jiang Ciyou stood up and faced the teacher, saying sincerely, "Teacher, I'm sorry to bother you. This is just a small friction between the children. I will communicate with Xingyao and handle it properly with the other parent." The teacher nodded quickly, "Ms. Jiang, you are too polite. Xingyao usually performs very well in kindergarten. This is just an accident. Please don't take it too seriously."

After saying goodbye to the teacher, Jiang Ciyou held Xingyao's hand and walked out of the kindergarten. The rain was still falling, so she took off her coat, put it on her daughter, and hugged her tightly as they walked to the car. Xingyao was unusually quiet along the way, and Jiang Ciyou knew that her daughter must still be sad about this matter.

Back in the car, Jiang Ciyou asked the driver to drive home first, and she sat in the back seat, holding Xingyao in her arms, and softly reasoned with her: "Xingyao, Mom knows you were wronged today. The child dirty your painting and you were very angry. But it is wrong to tear up other people's paintings. If someone also broke your precious things, how sad would you be?" Xingyao lowered her head and whispered: "Mom, I know I was wrong, but I was really angry at that time..." Jiang Ciyou stroked her daughter's hair and said, "Mom understands your feelings. It is normal to be angry, but we have to solve problems in a better way. We can't be impulsive, understand?" Xingyao nodded obediently.

The car was driving slowly in the rain. Jiang Ciyou looked at the rain outside the car window, thinking about how to make her daughter understand this truth and how to apologize to the other parent to resolve this small conflict. Suddenly, she had an idea and thought of a way.

When the car stopped at the door, the rain was a little lighter. Jiang Ciyou took Xingyao into the house, said a few words to the housekeeper, and then took her daughter to the garage. She opened the trunk and took out an exquisite toolbox, as well as some spare drawing paper and colored pencils. Xingyao looked at her mother with a puzzled look. Jiang Ciyou smiled and said, "Baby, let's go together to restore the child's painting, okay? Just like repairing a toy that was accidentally broken, wouldn't it make you feel better, and you can also express your apology to the child." Xingyao's eyes lit up and she nodded vigorously.

The mother and daughter returned to the car, and Jiang Ciyou asked the driver to drive the car to a place with street lights on the side of the road. After the car stopped, she spread the waterproof cloth on the hood, put the tool box and painting supplies in order, and then carefully placed the damaged painting on top.

"Come, Xingyao, let's take a look at how this picture was drawn, learn from others' strengths, and then fix it." Jiang Ciyou gently guided her daughter. Xingyao came forward and observed the painting carefully, and occasionally expressed her own opinions: "Mom, this rabbit's ears are so cute, I want to draw like this next time." Jiang Ciyou smiled and nodded: "Yes, every child has his or her own shining points, we should be good at discovering and learning from each other."

Then, the mother and daughter began to repair the painting. Jiang Ciyou carefully trimmed the damaged edges with scissors, trying to make them smoother, while Xingyao helped pass the tape. When they came across a place that needed to be repainted, Jiang Ciyou held Xingyao's little hand and gently painted it with a colored pencil together, trying to make the color close to the original. Rain fell from time to time, wetting their hair and clothes, but the two of them were unaware and focused on the painting in front of them.

The light from the street lamps cast soft circles of light in the rain and mist, shining on the mother and daughter, reflecting a warm and touching picture. The world around them seemed to have gone quiet, with only the sound of raindrops, the rustling sound of the colored pencils on the drawing paper, and the occasional soft conversation between the mother and daughter.

After some effort, the painting was finally repaired. Although some traces of repairs can still be seen if you look closely, the overall appearance has been restored to its original state, and even has a different kind of warmth. Jiang Ciyou looked at his daughter's little hands covered in paint and the satisfied smile on her face, and his heart was filled with relief.

"Xingyao, look, we fixed the painting together, which shows that as long as we are careful, many mistakes can be corrected. Go to the kindergarten tomorrow, return the painting to the child and apologize to him, okay?" Jiang Ciyou said softly. Xingyao nodded vigorously: "Okay, Mom, I know I was wrong, and I won't be impulsive again in the future."

Jiang Ciyou hugged her daughter in her arms and kissed her forehead gently: "My baby is so great. The one who has the courage to admit his mistakes is the bravest child. Mom believes that you will do better in the future." Xingyao hugged her mother's neck tightly with a confident smile on her face.

The car started again and drove towards home. Outside the car window, the rain gradually stopped, and the night sky was dotted with stars. With the joint efforts of mother and daughter, this small storm in the rainy night turned into a bright star on the road of growth, illuminating the direction of Xingyao's progress, and also made Jiang Ciyou understand more that companionship and guidance are the most precious gifts for children.

When he got home, Lu Jingchen was already waiting at the door. He saw the mother and daughter looking a little embarrassed but full of happiness, and his heart was warmed. He walked up to them, picked up Xingyao, and asked with a smile: "My little princess, how was your day in kindergarten today?" Xingyao blinked her eyes and told her father everything about repairing the painting with her mother. After listening, Lu Jingchen's eyes were full of praise. He looked at Jiang Ciyou, and the two smiled at each other. No words were needed, and the tacit understanding and love flowed in the air.

On this warm night, the family sat in the living room, sharing their daily lives. Xingyao held the repaired painting and excitedly told her parents the story of the rabbit in the painting. Jiang Ciyou and Lu Jingchen listened carefully, occasionally interjecting a few words, and the living room was filled with laughter. Outside the window, the moonlight penetrated the clouds and sprinkled on this loving home, as if to put a perfect end to this rainy night, and also foreshadowed a new day that would be filled with more warmth and hope.