Chapter 1253: A Glance That Lasts Ten Thousand Years, Young Master Chu's Side Story Comes to a

Zang Guoming stood frozen in place, unable to recover for a long time.

He subconsciously took a deep breath; the salty, damp air in the evening breeze, mixed with a faint smell of smoke, was incredibly clear.

My mind, which had been shrouded in thick fog, is now clear and transparent. The repression, self-loathing, and despair I felt have truly vanished without a trace.

He raised his hand and touched his chest. The tightness and panic there were gone, and his heart was beating steadily and strongly. It felt alive and hot.

"Oh my God!"

"Ah Lang, how did you do that? I feel so refreshed, like I haven't felt in years!"

Zang Guoming stared at Lin Lang in shock, his voice trembling uncontrollably.

"Those who believe in me will live forever." Lin Lang smiled lightly, half-jokingly.

Zang Guoming raised his hand to cover his mouth, his shoulders heaving violently, and hot tears gushed from his eyes. This time, however, they were not tears of despair, but tears of ecstasy, relief, and rebirth.

All the negative emotions that had been building up inside were released at that moment.

Zang Guoming cried for a long time before he finally put his hand down, his eyes red-rimmed, but his face bearing a smile of relief after surviving a disaster.

All the longing, pain, pressure, and misunderstanding from the world that gnawed at him day and night were completely cleansed by Lin Lang's healing superpower.

My mind is clear, my chest is no longer constricted, and even the evening breeze that brushes against my cheeks carries a long-lost warmth.

Zang Guoming looked up at Lin Lang with eyes full of gratitude. His lips trembled for a long time before he finally managed to squeeze out a complete sentence: "Lang... thank you!"

A thousand words stuck in my throat, but in the end, they all turned into a single thank you.

"Ming-ge, you are Yu-yan's best friend and the godfather of my daughter and Yu-yan's daughter. There's no need for thanks between us!"

Zang Guoming quickly stepped forward and gave Lin Lang a grateful hug, his voice choked with emotion: "I simply can't believe that those negative and suicidal thoughts have really disappeared from my mind."

Lin Lang hugged Zang Guoming back, patted him on the back, and comforted him, "Brother Ming, all the gloom and the past are in the past. Congratulations on your new life!"

Overjoyed, Zang Guoming released Lin Lang, still clutching the platinum photo box chain tightly in his hand, and regained hope for survival.

“Ming-ge, you’re even more energetic now than before you had depression.”

These words were like a reassuring pill, hitting Zang Guoming hard in the heart.

He suddenly laughed, first a low laugh, then he burst into tears of joy.

He cried like a child who had been lost for three years and finally found his way home, his shoulders heaving violently as he cried out all the grievances and torment he had endured over the years.

After crying his fill, Zang Guoming wiped away his tears, looked up at Lin Lang, and his eyes were full of solemnity.

"Ah Lang, when are we going to travel to Chang'an in the Tang Dynasty? I can go with you right now."

"Ming-ge, we can start the time travel at any time. Do you want to explain things to the people here, or say goodbye?"

Zang Guoming replied resolutely, "I have no attachment to the entertainment industry or the world of fame and fortune. All I want to do right now is see Tiannan."

"Alright! Ming is a man of true character. Let's set off now."

As soon as Lin Lang finished speaking, he triggered the [Space-Time Global Teleport] skill, and a pale golden light emanated from his palm, enveloping Zang Guoming and him.

"call out……"

The wind whistled past my ears, and the neon-lit silhouettes of skyscrapers rushed past.

Zang Guoming felt light as a feather, as if he were walking on clouds, but his heart was pounding so hard with anticipation that it felt like it was going to jump out of his throat.

He clutched the platinum photo box necklace tightly in his palm, feeling a wave of dizziness that made him afraid to even breathe loudly.

In the blink of an eye, the light vanished.

The moment the feeling of weightlessness disappeared, Zang Guoming landed firmly on his feet. The first thing he smelled was a fresh scent of grass and trees mixed with a faint floral fragrance, which was very refreshing.

He suddenly opened his eyes—

Before your eyes are pavilions and towers with carved beams and painted rafters, vermilion pillars covered with lush green vines, and in the distance, the artificial lake glides on the surface, with several egrets leisurely skimming across the water.

On the lawn ahead, a familiar figure, etched into his very bones, stood with his back to him, accompanied by a pair of twins dressed in ancient costumes, holding kite strings and smiling broadly.

"Yi'er, slow down, don't fall!"

Chu Tiannan's voice was gentle and smiling, exactly as he remembered. The wind blew up the corner of his white shirt, and the sunlight shone on his profile, outlining a soft contour, making him look as if he were gilded.

"Go, Uncle! The kite is about to fly!" Xiao Haotian shouted, jumping up and down beside him.

Little Zhiyi clapped along, echoing in her childish voice, "Uncle is so amazing, the kite flies so high!"

Dressed in a phoenix robe and wearing a phoenix crown, Chu Yiren stood under a crabapple tree not far away, holding a plain handkerchief in her hand, smiling with her head down and covering her mouth, her eyes full of tenderness.

Zang Guoming's pupils dilated suddenly, and his blood seemed to freeze at that moment.

Looking at the figure he had been longing for day and night, watching him play with his nephew and niece, and seeing the golden sunlight, he felt a surge of heat in his eyes, and hot tears fell unexpectedly.

Three years.

Three whole years.

He thought he would never see this person again in his life.

He wanted to call out Chu Tiannan's name and rush over to hug him, but his lips moved for a long time without uttering a single word. His throat felt like it was blocked by something, both sour and astringent.

Just then, Lin Lang, who was behind him, gave him a timely help and shouted, "Brother Nan, look who I brought back for you!"

Upon hearing the sound, Chu Tiannan instinctively turned to the side and looked over.

The moment his gaze fell on Zang Guoming, the kite string in his hand suddenly slipped, the smile on his face froze instantly, his pupils contracted sharply, and his eyes immediately reddened.

The moment their eyes met, everything around them seemed to be paused.

The wind stopped.

The birdsong has stopped.

Chu Tiannan felt a ringing in his ears and a buzzing in his mind.

Zang Guoming felt as if a single glance could last a lifetime. Through his teary eyes, he looked at Chu Tiannan, seeing the shock, ecstasy, and overwhelming longing that instantly burst forth in his eyes.

I felt as if my heart was being squeezed tightly by an invisible hand, and it ached terribly.

Chu Tiannan looked back at Zang Guoming with tears in his eyes. Seeing the tears swirling wildly in his eyes, he froze on the spot, forgetting to breathe.

Time seemed to flow backward at that moment, returning to the instant when they stood side by side, laughing and chatting.

A glance that lasts a lifetime—that's pretty much what it means.

Chu Yiren, who was not far away, took in the whole scene. She was stunned for a moment, not expecting Lin Lang to rescue the Tibetan man who had committed suicide by jumping off a building in 2003 and bring him back to Tang Dynasty so quickly.

She then turned to look at Lin Lang, and when their eyes met, a relieved smile slowly appeared on Chu Yiren's lips.

She strode forward, took the kite reel from Chu Tiannan's still-frozen hand, and said gently, "Tian'er, Yi'er, come over here with your mother. Let's go to a more spacious place to fly kites."

"Yes, yes, yes!"

The two little ones cheered and ran hand in hand toward their mother, Chu Yiren.

Seeing this, Lin Lang smiled and patted Zang Guoming on the shoulder: "Brother Ming, you and Brother Nan can have a good chat from now on."

After saying that, he turned and jogged towards the children, shouting at the top of his lungs, "Tian'er, Yi'er, wait for your father! Your father will fly kites with you!"

"Father, hug me!" Upon hearing the voice, Xiao Zhiyi immediately turned around, opened her little arms, and rushed towards Lin Lang.

Lin Lang bent down and scooped his soft daughter into his arms, then reached out and took Xiao Haotian's hand. Chu Yiren stood by, watching with a smile. Sunlight shone on them, creating a heartwarming picture of the family of four enjoying each other's company.

On the other side, Zang Guoming and Chu Tiannan finally came to their senses.

There were no earth-shattering roars, no heart-wrenching cries; the two simply looked at each other with tears in their eyes, their feet moving uncontrollably toward one another.

One step, two steps, three steps...

Every step felt like treading on longing, heavy yet filled with ultimate joy.

They stopped walking when they were only inches apart.

They smiled at each other, but the tears in their eyes could no longer be held back and slid down their cheeks, while their smiles grew wider and wider.

"Tiannan, it's so good to see you again!" Zang Guoming said first, his voice trembling.

Chu Tiannan wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, opened his arms generously, and gave Zang Guoming a long-awaited hug.

"Guoming, I'm sorry. My accidental death in the car accident left you grieving and missing me for three years. I will make it up to you for the rest of my life."

Zang Guoming hugged Chu Tiannan back, feeling a sense of security he had never felt before.

"I really can't believe that we were able to travel through time and space and reunite in Chang'an during the Tang Dynasty!" Zang Guoming cried tears of joy.

Chu Tiannan slowly released Zang Guoming, and said with a smile through his tears, "No one in Chang'an knows us. Here, we can live freely and without worries."

"Hmm." Zang Guoming responded by raising his hand, his palm open, revealing the platinum photo box chain lying quietly in his palm, shimmering with a warm light in the sunlight.

Chu Tiannan laughed out loud, a hint of shyness in his smile.

"Come on, Tiannan, let me help you put it on."

The Tibetan man raised his hand and carefully put the necklace back on Chu Tiannan's neck. Who knows the significance of this scene?

Chu Yiren stood in the distance flying a kite, secretly glancing at her older brother Chu Tiannan with a gossipy look, but Lin Lang put his arm around her waist and led her deeper into the garden.

"Don't look around like that, being so gossipy isn't your style." Lin Lang's tone was tinged with amusement.

Chu Yiren was very happy for her elder brother, but said aloud, "Ming-ge is your eldest daughter Wang Ailin's godfather. If Wang Yuyan knew that her longtime friend Zang Guoming had come back to life, she would be very happy, right?"