Rebirth of Love: Jiang Ciyou's Counterattack Legend

In the private concert hall of the Lu family villa, which is like an art palace, the light pours down like silk, sprinkled on the shiny Steinway piano, exuding a dreamy luster. 10-year-old Lu Xingchen is wearing a white princess dress. The tiny diamonds on the hem of the dress are like stars twinkling in the night sky. She walks to the piano lightly like an elf descending to the earth. Her little hands stroke the keys, as if she is greeting this silent old friend intimately. Then, a self-composed song called "Thorns in the Moonlight" slowly flows out from her fingertips.

The sound of the piano is like the moonlight sprinkled in the quiet night sky, soft and clear, lingering in everyone's heart, leading the audience into a dreamlike situation. As the melody progresses, the notes gradually jump and fall, just like the thorns hidden in the moonlight, hiding their sharpness in the silence, faintly revealing the hardships and struggles on the road of growth.

At this moment, Jiang Ciyou sat in the front row, her eyes full of pride and love, but her thoughts drifted away involuntarily. The scene flashed back to that heartbreaking moment many years ago, the cold surgical instruments, the pungent smell of disinfectant, and the unforgettable pain of losing her child. At that time, she felt that the world had collapsed, her life was plunged into endless darkness, and every ray of hope was torn to pieces by the cruel reality.

"Mom..." Lu Xingchen's childish call came from the side, pulling Jiang Ciyou back from the abyss of painful memories. She turned her head and saw her daughter's eyes full of concern. Lu Xingchen seemed to be able to sense the waves in her mother's heart. Jiang Ciyou shook her head slightly and smiled to reassure her daughter. The moment the mother and daughter looked at each other, the past pain seemed to be wrapped in a layer of warm soft light, turning into the tenacious power in the piano music at this moment. They both understood that those sufferings have become the background color of life, giving birth to today's brilliance.

Lu Jingchen stood quietly in the corner of the concert hall, his eyes never leaving his wife and daughter. He saw Jiang Ciyou's trembling hands, his heart suddenly tugged, he quietly moved behind her, gently put his hand on her shoulder, leaned over and whispered: "Look, our thorns have blossomed." His voice was low and firm, like a warm undercurrent, flowing into Jiang Ciyou's heart, dispelling the remaining haze.

On the stage, Lu Xingchen was immersed in the world of music. Her small body rose and fell with the rhythm, and her face was filled with maturity and concentration that did not match her age. Every time she pressed the keys, she poured out her understanding of life and respect for her parents' love. The sound of the piano seemed to be telling an ancient and moving story about love, courage and rebirth.

At the end of the song, the last note fell as lightly as a feather, but the lingering sound still vibrated in the air, echoing in everyone's heart. For a moment, the entire concert hall seemed to be under a spell, so quiet that only the trembling breathing of the people could be heard. Then, thunderous applause broke out, and everyone stood up to pay tribute to this young musical genius in the warmest way.

At this moment, a figure walked steadily from the backstage, and everyone's eyes were focused. It turned out to be the richest man who had not appeared for a long time - Lu Xingchen's grandfather. The years have left deep marks on his face, but his eyes are still as sharp as an eagle. At this moment, there is a little more subtle warmth. He walked step by step to Lu Xingchen, leaned over slightly, took out an ancient box from his arms, opened it, and a diamond brooch that had been passed down in the family for a hundred years shone brightly under the light, attracting everyone's attention.

"Xingchen, your piano playing reminds me of your mother's tenacity when she started from scratch." The richest man's voice was low and hoarse, but it was clearly audible in the silent concert hall. Every word seemed to carry the weight of time. "This brooch carries the glory and expectations of the family. Now, I give it to you. I hope you can carry the tenacity of your ancestors and continue to chase your own sea of ​​stars."

Lu Xingchen's eyes sparkled with surprise and emotion. She carefully took the brooch, as if she had taken on a sacred mission. Turning to look at her parents, Jiang Ciyou's eyes sparkled with tears, which were a mixture of relief and pride; Lu Jingchen smiled, his eyes full of encouragement and support. At this moment, time seemed to stand still, and all the love and hope were condensed in this small space, becoming a never-fading picture in the long river of their lives.

Outside the concert hall, night had quietly fallen, and the stars were like the notes in Lu Xingchen's piano, scattered in every corner of the garden. The guests walked out one after another, still immersed in the soul-stirring performance just now, chatting softly, their words were full of praise and blessings for the Lu family.

Jiang Ciyou and his family of three stood in the garden, greeting relatives and friends who came to congratulate them. Lu Xingchen excitedly showed his friends the brooch his grandfather gave him, his face flushed with excitement, like a ripe apple. Jiang Ciyou and Lu Jingchen held hands, smiling at everyone, their eyes overflowing with happiness, as if all the troubles in the world were insulated from them.

"Do you remember when Xingchen first started learning the piano?" Jiang Ciyou said softly, with a gentle arc on the corner of his mouth. "At that time, her little hands couldn't even press the keys steadily, and she cried every time she practiced, but now..."

"Yes," Lu Jingchen took over the conversation, looking at his daughter not far away with a doting look, "She inherited your tenacity. No matter what difficulties she encounters, she can grit her teeth and persevere. Just like you, from having nothing to where you are today, every step has been so difficult."

Jiang Ciyou raised his head slightly, looking at the starry sky, feeling a thousand emotions in his heart: "I am so grateful for you along the way. If it weren't for you, I really don't know if I could have made it through."

Lu Jingchen gently held her hand, his warm palm conveying endless strength: "Silly girl, we are husband and wife, sharing life and death, and those ups and downs will only make our relationship more indestructible. Besides, look how happy we are now, with such an excellent daughter like Xingchen, all the efforts are worth it."

At this time, Lu Xingchen came over and held his parents' hands: "Mom and Dad, I'm so happy! The brooch grandpa gave me is so beautiful. I must play more beautiful music in the future!"

Jiang Ciyou squatted down and gently helped her daughter tidy up her messy hair: "Xingchen is the best! Mom believes that you will become a great pianist in the future. However, no matter what you do in the future, as long as you are happy."

"Yeah!" Lu Xingchen nodded vigorously, his eyes flashing with longing for the future.

The family of three hugged each other, the moonlight sprinkled on them like water, outlining a warm and beautiful picture. In the distance, the servants were quietly preparing fireworks to add a touch of brilliant color to this beautiful night.

Soon, the first bunch of fireworks rose into the sky, blooming into colorful flowers in the night sky, instantly lighting up the entire night sky. Lu Xingchen screamed excitedly, broke free from her parents' arms, ran to the center of the garden, looked up at the fireworks, her eyes full of amazement and joy.

Jiang Ciyou and Lu Jingchen followed their daughter, holding hands and quietly admiring the beautiful fireworks. The light of the fireworks reflected on their faces, reflecting the peaceful years. At this moment, all the sufferings turned into the past. They knew that there was still a long way to go in the future, but as long as the family was together, hand in hand, heart to heart, nothing could stop them from moving forward.

Fireworks continued to bloom, each one seemed to tell the story of their journey, with laughter, tears, setbacks, and growth. Lu Xingchen sometimes laughed and sometimes exclaimed. Her laughter was as clear as a silver bell, echoing in the night sky, adding endless vitality and energy to this beautiful night.

Jiang Ciyou leaned on Lu Jingchen's shoulder and whispered, "I hope Xingchen can always be happy like this and not experience the pain we once experienced."

Lu Jingchen gently stroked her hair and responded tenderly: "Don't worry, we are here to protect her. Besides, Xingchen is so sensible, her future life will definitely be full of sunshine."

The fireworks gradually died down, and the night sky returned to tranquility, leaving only a faint smell of fireworks in the air. Lu Xingchen ran back to his parents with a reluctant look on his face, holding their hands tightly: "Mom and Dad, today is the happiest day of my life!"

"Us too, baby." Jiang Ciyou and Lu Jingchen said in unison. The three of them smiled at each other, their eyes full of happiness and satisfaction.

Afterwards, the guests gradually dispersed, and the garden returned to its former tranquility. Jiang Ciyou held Lu Xingchen's hand, and Lu Jingchen followed behind, walking towards the villa together. The moonlight stretched their shadows long, as if recording this warm moment, and slowly extended forward with their footsteps.

Back at the villa, Lu Xingchen was still immersed in excitement, holding the brooch given by her grandfather and refusing to let go, and kept muttering that she would put it on the bedside and look at it every day before going to sleep. Jiang Ciyou and Lu Jingchen looked at their daughter's cute appearance, and their hearts were full of doting.

"Okay, Xingchen, it's getting late, time to go to bed." Jiang Ciyou coaxed softly.

"Mom, let me watch for a while longer." Lu Xingchen said coquettishly.

"Be good and watch it tomorrow. If you don't go to bed early, you won't have the energy to practice the piano tomorrow." Lu Jingchen also joined in the persuasion.

Lu Xingchen thought about it and felt that what his father said made sense, so he reluctantly put the brooch into the box and gave it to Jiang Ciyou for safekeeping: "Then Mom, please keep it for me, don't lose it."

"Don't worry, baby, mom will definitely put it away for you." Jiang Ciyou promised with a smile.

Lu Xingchen finished washing up, changed into her cute pajamas, skipped to the bed, and got into bed. Jiang Ciyou and Lu Jingchen sat by the bed, one telling her a bedtime story, the other gently stroking her forehead to help her relax, and soon, Lu Xingchen fell into a sweet dream.

Looking at their daughter's sleeping face, Jiang Ciyou and Lu Jingchen were filled with tenderness. They gently got up, walked out of the room, and carefully closed the door.

"I'm really happy today." Jiang Ciyou said softly, tears of happiness flashing in his eyes.

"Me too. Seeing Xingchen so outstanding and you so happy, I think it's all worth it." Lu Jingchen hugged Jiang Ciyou tightly, his chin resting lightly on the top of her head. "In the future, we will have more beautiful days like this."

Jiang Ciyou nodded gently in his arms, her heart full of expectations for the future. They knew that life would not always be smooth sailing, but as long as they stayed together, they would be able to overcome all difficulties and welcome every new tomorrow.

The moonlight shines through the window and falls on them, like a layer of gauze, adding a touch of romance to this warm picture. Jiang Ciyou and Lu Jingchen hold hands and slowly walk towards the bedroom. Their figures gradually blur under the moonlight, leaving only the warmth and sweetness along the way, filling the quiet villa. That night, they all slept very soundly, and in their dreams, they all had beautiful visions of the future.