Rebirth of Love: Jiang Ciyou's Counterattack Legend

The morning light shines through the thin clouds and falls on the quaint and solemn old house of Lu Jingchen's family, outlining a hazy golden edge for it. This old house carries the memories of several generations of the Lu family and has witnessed the vicissitudes of time. Although it is a little dilapidated now, it still exudes a unique charm, as if quietly telling the story of the past.

Jiang Ciyou stood in front of the old house, looking up at the mottled exterior walls, faded carvings and slightly shabby eaves, with an indescribable complex emotion in her heart. This is where Lu Jingchen grew up. Every brick and stone, every wood carving is imprinted with his childhood laughter and tears, and also retains the rise and fall of his family. When she and Lu Jingchen went through the wind and rain hand in hand, and experienced the ups and downs of life, now looking back on the past, she feels more and more that this old house should not be forgotten by time, but should be given new life and continue to carry their expectations for the future.

"Let's turn this place into a public library." Jiang Ciyou said softly, with determination and tenderness in her eyes. She turned to look at Lu Jingchen beside her, her eyes full of inquiry and expectation. Lu Jingchen was slightly stunned, and then a touch of surprise and emotion flashed in his eyes. He held Jiang Ciyou's hand and nodded vigorously: "Okay, this is a great idea, just like we did back then, let knowledge become the power to change the destiny of more people."

They quickly found a professional construction team and carefully planned the renovation of the old house. During the construction, Jiang Ciyou came to the site whenever she had time to personally supervise every detail to ensure that this old house carrying countless memories and hopes could be reborn in the most perfect manner. She shuttled between the rooms, discussed the layout with the designers, and communicated with the workers about the construction progress. She repeatedly considered the location of each bookshelf and the direction of each window, striving to make future readers feel the most comfortable and warm reading atmosphere here.

That afternoon, the sun was particularly bright. Jiang Ciyou walked into the old house wearing a safety helmet as usual. The construction site was busy, with the roar of machines and the shouts of workers interweaving together to play a vibrant labor movement. She was about to check the construction status of the reading area on the second floor when she suddenly heard a noisy discussion coming from the backyard.

"There seems to be something in the crack of the wall!"

"Quick, dig it out carefully and take a look."

Jiang Ci's heart tightened, and an inexplicable premonition came to her mind. She walked quickly to the backyard. She saw several workers gathered around a wall, carefully using tools to pry out a yellowed and slightly damaged envelope from the crack in the wall. The handwriting on the envelope was a little blurred due to its age, but the graceful and affectionate strokes could still be vaguely recognized.

"Could this be some treasure?" a young worker said excitedly.

Jiang Ciyou walked forward and said softly, "Let me see." Her voice trembled slightly, as if she had a premonition that the envelope carried an unknown and heavy past.

Taking the envelope, Jiang Ciyou gently blew away the dust on it, and stroked the fragile paper with her fingers, as if she could feel the writer's mood through her fingertips. She slowly opened the envelope, and a yellowed letter paper came into view, which was densely written with words. Jiang Ciyou took a deep breath and began to read the contents of the letter silently:

“Dear child,

When you read this letter, I may no longer be in this world. But please believe that my love for you has never stopped. It transcends time and space and will always be with you.

You were born in a turbulent era, and your family is facing unprecedented difficulties. Your father shoulders the rise and fall of the entire family, and works hard every day to make a living and to protect the foundation left by his ancestors. I know that sometimes he ignores you because of too much pressure, or even treats you too harshly, but please believe that he loves you, and everything he does is to give you a better future.

My child, I watched you grow up in this old house day by day, from babbling to toddling, and every moment was like a bright star, illuminating the darkest moment of my life. Your innocent smile and eyes full of curiosity about the world are my greatest comfort in these difficult years.

Now, the burden of the family is about to fall on your shoulders. I know this is too heavy for you. But mom believes that you have a tougher heart than anyone else and have unlimited potential to create your own glory. No matter how fate treats you, no matter how rough the road ahead is, remember love and hope. Love can make you feel warm in the cold winter; hope can lead you through the darkness and into the light.

My child, be brave and pursue your dreams. Don't be restrained by the difficulties in front of you, and don't be afraid of failure. Every fall is a test of growth; every setback is a precious treasure bestowed upon you by fate. I believe that you will become the pride of your family and a person who is useful to society and others.

love you forever mom

"XXXX Year X Month X Day"

As Jiang Ciyou read, tears blurred her eyes. Crystal tears slid down her cheeks and dripped onto the letter paper, soaking the affectionate handwriting. She seemed to see a young and strong mother many years ago, writing this suicide note word by word under the dim light, with deep love and endless concern for her child. Her heart was full of worries about the child's future, but she was also full of firm belief that he would be able to overcome all difficulties.

Lu Jingchen walked into the backyard and saw Jiang Ciyou with tears streaming down her face. His heart tightened. He quickly walked to her side and asked softly, "What's wrong, Ciyou?" Jiang Ciyou raised her tearful face and handed him the letter: "This is a letter your mother wrote to you..." Her voice choked and she could no longer speak.

Lu Jingchen took the letter, and his hands trembled slightly as he looked at the familiar yet unfamiliar handwriting. His mother's gentle face instantly emerged in his mind, and memories of the past came flooding back like a tide. When he was a child, his mother always told him beautiful stories before he went to bed, stayed by his bedside and took good care of him when he was sick, and gave him endless sense of security with her warm embrace. However, as the family business went from bad to worse, his father's brows turned sad, and his mother's smiles gradually became less frequent, replaced by deepening worries. But even in such a difficult time, the look in his mother's eyes when she looked at him was still full of love and hope.

Now, seeing his mother's handwriting again and hearing her earnest teachings from the depths of time, Lu Jingchen's heart was deeply touched. The pain and longing that he had buried deep in his heart and thought he had forgotten now surged out like a flood. His eyes were red and tears were rolling in his eyes, but he stubbornly refused to let them fall.

"Mom..." Lu Jingchen whispered softly, as if calling the figure that had gone far away. He held Jiang Ciyou's hand tightly, as if he had grasped the only warmth and support in the world, "Thank you, Ciyou, for letting me feel my mother's love again."

Jiang Ciyou gently leaned on Lu Jingchen's shoulder, and the two stood quietly in the backyard of the old house, bathing in the warm sunshine, letting time flow slowly. The workers around seemed to be infected by this solemn and warm atmosphere, silently stopped their work, and showed a touch of emotion in their eyes. At this moment, the whole world seemed to be quiet, leaving only their thoughts for their loved ones, their memories of the past, and their firm belief in the future.

After a long time, Lu Jingchen slowly raised his head, his eyes showing unprecedented firmness and determination. He looked at Jiang Ciyou and said in a low and powerful voice: "Ciyou, we must run this public library well, not only for those who need knowledge, but also to fulfill my mother's last wish. Let this place be a place to convey love and hope, just like my mother protected me back then, to protect every soul with a dream."

Jiang Ciyou nodded vigorously, tears and light flashing in his eyes: "Well, we can do it."

Since then, the renovation of the old house seemed to be injected with new strength, and the workers were more attentive and meticulous in every link. Jiang Ciyou and Lu Jingchen often came to the construction site and worked with everyone. They personally selected bookshelves and tables and chairs, striving to create the most comfortable reading environment for readers; they ran around and collected books, hoping to make this library have a rich collection of books.

As the project progressed, the old house gradually regained new vitality. The originally dim rooms became bright and spacious, the dilapidated walls were repainted, and the exquisite carvings were restored to their original state. The lobby on the first floor was designed as an open borrowing area, with rows of tall bookshelves neatly arranged, filled with all kinds of books covering literature, history, science, art and other fields. The second floor is a quiet reading area with comfortable sofas, soft cushions, and desks by the window, allowing readers to immerse themselves in the ocean of knowledge.

On the eve of the completion of the library, Jiang Ciyou and Lu Jingchen decided to hold a small thanksgiving ceremony, inviting the workers involved in the project, the caring people who donated books, and some relatives and friends to witness this special moment together.

That evening, the afterglow of the setting sun shone on the old house, covering it with a golden coat. The courtyard in front of the library was filled with flowers and green plants, and colorful balloons fluttered in the wind, creating a warm and joyful atmosphere. People arrived one after another, with joyful smiles on their faces. They communicated with each other and shared their expectations and blessings for the library.

At the beginning of the ceremony, Jiang Ciyou and Lu Jingchen walked onto the makeshift stage hand in hand. Jiang Ciyou wore a simple and elegant white dress, her long hair draped over her shoulders, and her eyes were full of tenderness and gratitude; Lu Jingchen wore a well-tailored suit, handsome, with a firm and confident look. They stood on the stage, looking at the people below, their hearts were filled with emotion.

"Dear friends," Jiang Ciyou spoke first, his voice clear and pleasant, "Today, we gather here with great gratitude to witness the birth of this public library. This old house carries the history of the Lu family, as well as countless memories of Lu Jingchen and me. Now, it is about to convey love and hope to the society with a brand new look, and all this is inseparable from your support and help."

She turned slightly and looked at Lu Jingchen, her eyes full of love and respect: "Especially my husband, Lu Jingchen. It is his persistence and hard work that enabled us to turn this seemingly unattainable dream into reality. He used his actions to interpret what responsibility and commitment are, and what it means to give back to the family and society."

Lu Jingchen held Jiang Ciyou's hand tightly, took a step forward, and said in a slightly hoarse voice: "In fact, the person I want to thank most is my mother. If she hadn't planted the seeds of love and hope in my heart, I might not be able to get to where I am today. This letter..." He held up the carefully framed suicide note from his mother in his hand, "It made me understand that no matter how difficult life is, we must not forget our original intentions and must not give up our faith in the future. This library is our best commemoration of our mother, and it is also a gift from us to all those who love reading and thirst for knowledge."

There was warm applause from the audience, and many people's eyes were moist. At this moment, everyone was moved by this deep family affection and this great love for society.

Then, several worker representatives came to the stage, their simple faces filled with proud smiles. One of the older workers said: "Mr. Lu, Ms. Jiang, we feel very honored to be able to participate in this project. During the construction process, we are not only renovating a house, but also participating in a great cause. Seeing this old house changing day by day, we are so happy in our hearts, and we hope that it can open its doors earlier so that more people can benefit from it."

The kind-hearted people who donated books also took the stage to express their support for public welfare and their best wishes for the future of the library. A writer friend said with emotion: "Books are the ladder of human progress. This library is like a beacon of knowledge, which will illuminate the way forward for countless people. I believe that countless dreams will be born here, and endless possibilities will be nurtured."

The ceremony ended in a warm and enthusiastic atmosphere, and people entered the library to visit this brand new palace of knowledge. Children excitedly shuttled between the bookshelves, picking out their favorite books; adults sat quietly in the reading area, flipping through books one by one, immersed in the world of knowledge. Jiang Ciyou and Lu Jingchen shuttled among the crowd, interacting with everyone, and watching this scene, their hearts were filled with satisfaction and happiness.

As night fell, the stars twinkled, and the lights from the library shone through the windows into the courtyard, like a dreamy light and shadow. Jiang Ciyou and Lu Jingchen stood in the courtyard, looking at this library that carries love and hope, holding hands tightly.

"Ciyou, do you think mom would be very happy if she saw all this in heaven?" Lu Jingchen asked softly.

Jiang Ciyou raised his head and looked at the vast starry sky, as if he saw his mother-in-law's gentle smile: "It will definitely happen. Her love and hope will continue here and will never be extinguished."

The two smiled at each other, with tears and stars in their eyes. In this quiet night, they knew that the road ahead was still long, but as long as they had love and hope in their hearts, they would be fearless and work hand in hand towards a better tomorrow. And this public library will also become an immortal monument in their lives, witnessing their growth, their dedication, and their eternal love for the world.