I returned to my hometown after winning the koi lottery.

The next stop is from Colmar to Nice. This is a romantic dream trip to the south of France.

While the picturesque and dreamy colors of Colmar were still lingering in their hearts, like an lingering sweet dream, Li Fugui and Xiao Taojie could not wait to pack their bags and rush to Nice to warmly embrace the unique blue of the Mediterranean.

The wheels rolled, seemingly laden with overflowing anticipation, drawing closer to Nice. As the car slowly approached, the passionate Mediterranean breeze, like an eager old friend, rushed towards us, eager to embrace the couple who had come from afar.

The wind, carrying the unique salty and humid smell of the sea, blew the hair away wantonly, and the strands of hair danced in the wind like a playful game, stirring two hearts full of longing, and making their heartbeats accelerate with the rhythm of the sea breeze.

Located in southeastern France on the Mediterranean coast, Nice has a history of approximately 3500 years. Originally founded by the Greeks, it was named "Nikea," meaning "Victorious City," who established trade there and laid the foundation for the city's development.

During the Roman period, Nice became an important stronghold, and urban development flourished, with roads, baths, theaters, and other structures built, incorporating Roman cultural influences. During the Middle Ages, Nice was ruled by different powers, a period of turmoil that fostered cultural integration, resulting in the preservation of numerous architectural monuments of diverse styles.

In the 18th century, Nice became a popular holiday destination for European aristocrats. Its mild climate, charming beaches, and stunning scenery attracted affluent aristocrats from around the world, leading to a refined and luxurious cityscape and the emergence of numerous hotels and villas. In the 19th century, Nice became part of France, and its development accelerated further. Transportation improved, tourism flourished, and iconic landmarks such as the Promenade des Anglais were constructed. The beaches were bustling with sun-soaked tourists.

From the 20th century to the present, Nice has maintained its historical charm while continuing to modernize. It hosts international events such as the Cannes Film Festival and the Nice Carnival, showcasing its cultural charm, while also developing industries such as technology and finance, creating a unique blend of history and modernity. Today, with its rich history, splendid culture, and stunning coastal scenery, Nice has become a globally coveted tourist and leisure destination, continuing to write a legendary chapter.

The beaches of Nice are undoubtedly a dazzling treasure trove bestowed by the Mediterranean. Upon stepping onto the shore, the first thing that strikes your eye is the pebbled mudflats, gleaming brilliantly under the unreserved golden sunlight. Each stone, a work of art meticulously crafted by nature, is round and smooth, gleaming with an enchanting light, like tiny stars scattered across the earth. The azure blue waters stretch as far as the eye can see, like a vast expanse of endless blue silk. The waves gently lap against the shore, creating layers of delicate white foam. The gurgling sound is like the ocean's gentle lullaby, a dreamlike and enchanting experience. Li Fugui and Xiao Taojie, captivated by the beauty, hold hands, their eyes gleaming with childlike joy as they run like two joyful children towards the gentle embrace of the sea.

They first rented two comfortable lounge chairs and positioned them in the most comfortable spot on the beach. Then, Li Fugui picked up the sunscreen. Xiao Tao leaned slightly, their eyes meeting with tenderness and affection. He gently dipped his fingers into the sunscreen and carefully rubbed it over her skin, from her cheeks to her neck and arms, each inch of her skin tenderly treated, his movements careful not to hurt her. Xiao Tao smiled at him, her eyes filled with dependence and love. After applying the sunscreen, they relaxed on the lounge chairs, the sun filtering through the gaps between the palm fronds, creating a shimmering, warm glow that gently enveloped them like a soft veil, enchanting them in this languid, comfortable atmosphere. But soon, their hearts surged like bamboo shoots about to break through the ground, unable to contain their excitement. They smiled at each other, then ran towards the sea hand in hand again, letting the waves embrace them gently. The sea water flooded over their ankles and calves. The cool touch was like a pair of gentle hands, gently stroking away the fatigue and dust of the journey, leaving only a heart full of joy and an increasingly deep love for this sea.

Strolling leisurely along the Promenade des Anglais, on one side lies the shimmering sea, its waves rolling in layer upon layer, shimmering in the sunlight like countless diamonds dancing joyfully, each wave telling a story of the sea. On the other side, luxurious and elegant hotels and towering palm trees crisscross the landscape. The hotels' architectural styles vary: some are French in their romantic elegance, with delicate carvings and soft hues, reminiscent of a fairytale princess's castle; others are European in their classical grandeur, with massive stone pillars and majestic domes, like guardians of history. Each window seems to hold a tale of luxury and mystery, inviting the imagination. The palm trees, tall and straight, their fronds rustling in the wind, seem to tell the story of Nice's long past, its vicissitudes and glories captured in this rustling. At the end of the promenade, fireworks rise from Nice's old town, a vivid picture of urban life, permeated with the most authentic atmosphere of life.

They wandered through the narrow, secluded alleys of the old city. The masonry walls bore the marks of time, deep and shallow, like a silent history book, chronicling the vicissitudes of the past. The cobblestones beneath their feet were smooth yet heavy with history; walking on them felt as if they could hear the footsteps of history. The street vendors were overflowing with a dazzling array of goods, each exuding an alluring atmosphere, like mysterious boxes containing hidden treasures. The aroma of freshly baked socca (chickpea flatbread) filled the air, steaming hot. A bite revealed a blend of softness and crispness, the rich, unique flavor of chickpeas instantly spreading across the tongue, a culinary experience steeped in the Mediterranean, as if the tongue had embarked on a wondrous journey across these waters. The salad Niçoise was refreshing and delicious, with fresh lettuce, tomatoes, cucumber, and the plump tuna. The freshness of the ingredients seemed to carry the scent of the Mediterranean sun, and every bite was intoxicating, as if absorbing the vitality and energy of the Mediterranean.

In the bustling market, the dazzling array of unique goods was like stepping into a magical shopping paradise. Sister Tao's eye was instantly captivated by a vintage Mediterranean-style necklace. The pendant was a piece of azure glass, seemingly holding the secrets of the ocean. Reflected by the light, the glass pendant shimmered with a mysterious and captivating blue light, a dreamlike illusion, as if the ocean had sealed its soul within this tiny piece of glass. Li Fugui, noticing the admiration in Sister Tao's eyes, unhesitatingly pulled out his wallet and purchased the necklace. Then, gently walking up behind her, he gently lifted her hair and carefully placed it on her. Sister Tao's charm intensified with the necklace, the finishing touch adding a unique touch to her beauty. Li Fugui gazed at her, his eyes filled with doting. In that moment, the surrounding noise faded, as if time had stopped for them, leaving only their deeply held gaze.

Their time in Nice was like a melodious pastoral song, brief yet captivatingly beautiful. Here, they embraced the sea, explored the true essence of life in the old city, and found deep spiritual nourishment. However, the journey wasn't over yet; more beautiful sights and adventures awaited them, and together they would continue to write their own romantic story, letting their love grow deeper and more mellow as the journey progressed, like a bottle of aged wine, exuding a captivating fragrance that lingers for a long time.