Rebirth of Love: Jiang Ciyou's Counterattack Legend

Paris, the romantic city that carries countless memories of Jiang Ciyou and Lu Jingchen, once again welcomed the laughter of their family. The morning sun gently sprinkled on the Arc de Triomphe, covering this ancient building with a layer of golden gauze, as if quietly telling the story of the past.

Jiang Ciyou was wearing a simple and elegant beige windbreaker, a light blue sweater, a pair of classic black straight pants, and a pair of low-heeled black leather shoes. Her long black hair was casually draped over her shoulders, with only one side of her hair pinned with an exquisite pearl hairpin. She exuded the calmness and indifference of the years. She stood in front of the Arc de Triomphe, her eyes full of tenderness and expectation, the breeze gently blew, her clothes fluttered, like a beautiful painting.

Lu Jingchen wore a casual dark grey suit with a white shirt inside, with his collar slightly open, which made him look less serious and more casual. He held a professional SLR camera in his hand, which was his "good partner" for recording every bit of life for many years. The fingerprints on the lens seemed to be engraved with the years they had gone through. At this moment, he was concentrating on adjusting the parameters of the camera, occasionally looking up at Jiang Ciyou and the children, with the corners of his mouth unconsciously raised, and his eyes full of pampering.

Several little kids were jumping around excitedly, chattering about everything new around them. The eldest grandson Yangyang is ten years old this year. He inherited his parents' tall stature, with a pair of bright eyes under his neat short hair, revealing the cleverness of a child. He wore a hooded sweatshirt with a superhero pattern, a pair of sports leggings, a pair of cool sneakers, and a small telescope around his neck, ready to explore this strange and interesting world at any time.

My granddaughter Meng Meng just turned six years old, and she looks like an exquisite doll. Her golden curly hair is tied into two playful ponytails with pink bows, which swing back and forth as she moves. She wears a white lace princess dress with pink flowers embroidered on the hem, a light pink knitted cardigan on the outside, and a pair of sparkling pink leather shoes on her feet. Her little face is rosy, as if it was flushed by the morning breeze in Paris. She holds a pink Hello Kitty doll tightly in her hand, and whispers to the doll from time to time.

There is also the youngest grandson Ruirui, who is only three years old. His chubby face is like a red apple, and his big watery eyes look around curiously. He is wearing a light blue jumpsuit with cute animal patterns on it, and a pair of white cloth shoes on his feet. He walks unsteadily, swaying like a cute little duck. He babbles something that only he can understand, and waves his little hands in the air, trying to catch the flying dust in the air.

"Grandma, I really want to ride a bike quickly!" Yangyang couldn't wait to run to Jiang Ciyou, holding her hand and acting coquettishly.

Jiang Ciyou smiled and touched his head, then squatted down, looked him in the eye, and said gently, "Yangyang, be good, wait for grandpa to bring the bicycle over, then we can start."

Lu Jingchen had already pushed over three children's bicycles parked nearby. One blue one was for Yangyang, one pink one was for Mengmeng, and the other one was a yellow bicycle with training wheels for Ruirui. He placed the bicycles one by one and carefully checked the brakes, chains and other parts to ensure that everything was in good condition.

"Okay, little riders, get ready to get on the bike!" Lu Jingchen spoke like a commander, his loud voice full of excitement.

Yangyang was the first to rush forward, straddling the blue bicycle, holding the handlebars tightly with both hands, and stepping on the pedals with both feet, his eyes revealing determination and confidence. Jiang Ciyou walked to his side and patiently reminded him: "Yangyang, when riding a bicycle, pay attention to the front, don't ride too fast, and brake if you feel unstable, understand?"

Yangyang nodded vigorously and replied in a baby voice: "I know, grandma, I'm sure I'll be fine!"

Mengmeng approached the pink bicycle cautiously, looking at it hesitantly. Jiang Ciyou saw what she was thinking, gently took her hand, and said, "Don't be afraid, Mengmeng, grandma is with you." Then, she helped Mengmeng sit on the back seat of the bicycle, holding the seat steadily with one hand, and gently holding Mengmeng's little hand holding the handlebar with the other hand.

"Mengmeng, step on the pedal slowly, let's take it slow." Jiang Ciyou encouraged softly.

Mengmeng bit her lip and followed her grandmother's instructions, slowly pedaling the pedals. The bicycle slowly moved forward and a happy smile gradually appeared on her face.

Ruirui watched as his older brothers and sisters got on the bikes, and he stamped his feet anxiously, shouting, "I want one, I want one too!" Lu Jingchen quickly picked him up, put him on the seat of the yellow bicycle, and also held the seat, accompanying him as he slowly moved forward.

Jiang Ciyou accompanied Mengmeng on the bike ride while keeping an eye on Yangyang and Ruirui. Yangyang rode more and more steadily, and his speed gradually increased. He shouted excitedly: "Grandma, Grandpa, I can ride a bike now!"

"Yangyang is awesome!" Jiang Ciyou and Lu Jingchen praised in unison.

Mengmeng heard her brother's shout and became anxious, wanting to speed up. Jiang Ciyou felt her movements and quickly comforted her: "Mengmeng, don't worry, let's ride steadily, you've already ridden very well."

At this moment, Yangyang suddenly made a sharp turn to show off his riding skills. As a result, the bicycle lost balance and he fell to the side of the road.

"Yangyang!" Jiang Ciyou exclaimed, quickly let go of Mengmeng's car, and ran towards Yangyang.

Fortunately, the grass on the roadside was relatively soft, and Yangyang just fell and was not injured. He climbed up from the grass, patted the grass debris on his body, and looked at his grandma and grandpa who ran over with some embarrassment.

"Yangyang, are you hurt?" Jiang Ci looked him up and down with concern, checking if he was injured.

Yangyang scratched his head and said with a smile: "Grandma, I'm fine, I just fell accidentally."

Lu Jingchen came over, patted Yangyang on the shoulder, and said earnestly: "Yangyang, don't be too aggressive when riding a bike. Pay attention to safety, understand?"

Yangyang lowered his head and answered seriously: "I know, Grandpa, I won't do it again in the future."

After this little episode, the children became more cautious when riding their bikes. Jiang Ciyou and Lu Jingchen accompanied them to ride around the square in front of the Arc de Triomphe, and laughter echoed in the air.

Tired of riding, the family sat on a bench by the square to rest. Jiang Ciyou took out a few bottles of water and some snacks from his bag and shared them with the children.

"Grandma, this is for you." Mengmeng obediently handed a small biscuit in her hand to Jiang Ciyou's mouth.

Jiang Ciyou smiled, opened his mouth, took a light bite, and praised: "Mengmeng is so sensible, thank you baby."

Lu Jingchen held the camera and flipped through the photos he had just taken. In the photos, the innocent smiles of the children, Jiang Ciyou's gentle eyes, and the beautiful scenery of Paris were perfectly integrated, and each one looked like a carefully crafted work of art.

"Look, this one is taken really well." Lu Jingchen handed the camera to Jiang Ciyou and pointed at one of the photos.

In the photo, Yangyang is riding a bicycle in the front with a confident smile on his face. Behind him is the magnificent view of the Arc de Triomphe. The sunlight shines on him, outlining a golden outline.

Jiang Ciyou took the camera and looked at the photos, her eyes full of satisfaction. She couldn't help but think of the photo she and Lu Jingchen took here. At that time, they were young and full of vigor, full of hope for the future. Now, looking at the children around her, her heart is full of happiness and satisfaction.

"Grandpa, please tell us the story of you and grandma." Yangyang took a sip of water, moved closer to Lu Jingchen, and begged curiously.

Lu Jingchen smiled and touched his head, then looked at Jiang Ciyou with a questioning look in his eyes. Jiang Ciyou nodded slightly, and a gleam of memories appeared in his eyes.

"At that time, grandma and grandpa came to Paris for the first time. Just like you now, they were full of curiosity about everything here." Lu Jingchen began to tell the story, his voice was low and magnetic, as if taking everyone back to the past.

"We went to the Eiffel Tower. At that time, grandma was wearing a beautiful red dress and standing under the tower. She was as beautiful as a painting." Lu Jingchen recalled, with the corners of his mouth rising unconsciously.

"Grandpa, did you take a photo of grandma?" Mengmeng asked, blinking her big eyes.

"Of course. Grandpa took a lot of photos of grandma, and he was reluctant to delete any of them." Lu Jingchen replied with a smile.

Jiang Ciyou listened quietly, and those beautiful memories came flooding back to her mind. She still remembered standing under the Eiffel Tower, with both anticipation for a new life and relief from past pain. And Lu Jingchen was like a beam of light, illuminating her path forward.

"Later, we went to the Louvre and saw many famous paintings and sculptures. Grandma was very interested in those works of art and dragged Grandpa around there for a whole day." Lu Jingchen continued, his eyes full of nostalgia for the past.

The children listened with great interest, their eyes full of longing. They imagined what their grandparents looked like when they were young, as if they were seeing a romantic adventure.

"Grandma, what do you like most about Paris?" Yangyang turned and asked Jiang Ciyou.

Jiang Ciyou thought for a moment and replied with a smile: "Grandma likes the romantic atmosphere of Paris the most, as well as every street and every building here. They carry so many stories. Just like us now, we have left beautiful memories of our family here."

After a short rest, the children ran to ride their bikes again with full energy. Jiang Ciyou and Lu Jingchen still accompanied them, enjoying this warm time.

Before I knew it, the sun was setting, and the sky was dyed a brilliant orange-red. The Arc de Triomphe looked even more solemn and majestic in the afterglow of the setting sun, and everything around it was shrouded in this dreamlike light and shadow.

"Kids, it's time for us to go back." Jiang Ciyou shouted to the children who were riding bicycles.

The children were a little reluctant, but they still stopped the car obediently and pushed their bicycles over.

"Did you have fun today?" Lu Jingchen asked the children.

"Happy!" the children answered in unison, with happy smiles on their faces.

Jiang Ciyou and Lu Jingchen held the children's hands and slowly walked towards the car parked not far away. The setting sun stretched their shadows long, as if telling the inheritance and continuation of this family.

Sitting in the car, Jiang Ciyou looked out the window at the Arc de Triomphe for the last time. This building, which has witnessed countless historical changes and human stories, now has a warm memory belonging to their family. She gently held Lu Jingchen's hand, and sighed in her heart: Time flies, fortunately I have you by my side, and the company of this big family.

The car started slowly and drove towards home, and their story continued to write a new chapter...