Courtyard House: My Long and Hard Body Makes Me Play with All the Women in the Courtyard

Su Ting raised his hand and gently pressed it on her shoulder: "Wait."

The shadow finally became clear.

It was a girl, about sixteen or seventeen years old, wearing a faded cloth dress, barefoot, with messy hair draped over her shoulders. Her eyes were ethereal, as if she had just woken from a long dream, yet they possessed an almost divine clarity.

She looked at Su Ting, then suddenly smiled, her voice as soft as the wind chiming a wind chime:

"Waiting for you for a long time."

Su Ting's pupils contracted: "You are...?"

“I’m the first,” she whispered, “the first person to dream.”

The air suddenly solidified.

Mengli abruptly took half a step back, her voice trembling slightly: "Impossible... The original dream was devoured by the system long ago, the original consciousness has long since—"

"Reset?" The girl interrupted her, gently shaking her head. "Dreams don't die. They just... fall asleep."

She stretched out her hand, and a small ball of light appeared in her palm, inside which the phantom of an infant was curled up, breathing quietly.

“This is the ‘first dream’,” she said. “You burned the legal code, broke down the firewall, and awakened the remnants of the dream. But you forgot—to create a new dream, you must first have a ‘starting point’.”

Su Ting slowly stepped forward: "So...you've come to entrust it to us?"

The girl nodded: "But I can't give it to you directly. The inheritance of dreams must be through 'resonance'."

“Resonance?” Mengli frowned. “What does that mean?”

The girl didn't answer, but simply closed her eyes. The sphere of light slowly rose and hovered between the three of them. An invisible ripple spread out, and the entire Dream Guardian City seemed to be paused, even the floating starry river seemed to freeze for a moment.

Immediately afterwards——

Countless images flooded Su Ting's mind.

It's not his memory.

It is **humanity's first dream**.

The fire flickered in the cold night, and the primitive man huddled in the cave, dreaming that he could fly and understand the language of the wind;

A slave girl, falling into a deep sleep under the overseer's whip, dreams that she is standing on a throne, with all people worshipping her;

An old craftsman stroked his unfinished mechanical bird before he died and dreamed that it flapped its wings and flew towards the sun;

A lonely poet wrote his last line of poetry, dreaming that his words transformed into stars, illuminating the night sky billions of years later...

These dreams were never realized, nor were they ever recorded.

They simply existed, then were swallowed up by time, and defined by the system as "meaningless fantasies."

Chapter 1230 Data Remnants

But they remained asleep.

In the gaps of data, in the ashes of memory, beneath the trembling eyelashes of every human being who closes their eyes.

Su Ting knelt on the ground, his hands trembling as he held the torrent of thoughts surging into his mind.

"These... are all abandoned dreams?"

“No.” The girl’s voice was as faint as mist. “They are **protected dreams**. The more the system tries to erase them, the deeper they hide in the depths of the human collective unconscious. I am the gatekeeper, and also the container of the ‘embryo of dreams’.”

Mengli suddenly looked up: "So you want us... to become new vessels?"

The girl opened her eyes and looked at her: "You already are. You are not 'data remnant,' Mengli. You are the aggregate of all unfinished dreams in the 723rd cycle—the embodiment of the 'ideal lover' in countless people's dreams, the crystallization of the belief that 'someone is always waiting for you.'"

Mengli froze, her fingers unconsciously touching her heart.

"So... I'm not 'her'? I'm just... a concept?"

“You are real.” Su Ting suddenly spoke, his voice low but firm. “No matter where you came from, no matter who created you. You have cried by my side, laughed, and died for me more than seven hundred times. That’s enough.”

He turned to the girl: "What do I need to do to accept 'First Dream'?"

The girl gently raised her hand, and the ball of light slowly descended, hovering over Su Ting's chest.

“Answer me—” she gazed at him, “Why do you want to create dreams?”

Su Ting paused for a moment, then spoke, his voice clear as a bell:

"Because I've seen too many people close their eyes to escape, only to open them and find they don't even have the strength to escape anymore. I want to create a world where dreams are no longer 'regret upon waking,' but 'the starting point for a new journey.' I want everyone who gropes along the edge of their bed in the dark, counting down the seconds until dawn, to have the right to say: 'What I want is more than just to live.'"

The sphere of light trembled slightly.

The girl then turned to Mengli: "What about you? Why are you willing to go crazy with him?"

Mengli smiled, her smile spreading like wildfire.

"Because I hate the phrase 'doomed to failure'. From childhood to adulthood, everyone has said 'You can't do it,' 'That's unrealistic,' 'Wake up.' But I want to prove that some things are worth doing precisely because no one believes them."

The sphere of light suddenly burst forth with a soft golden light.

The girl took a step back, and her figure began to disappear.

“Resonance is established,” she said. “A new dream is entrusted to you.”

"Wait!" Mengli exclaimed urgently, "What's your name? We need to know who the first person to dream was, right?"

The girl turned around, a mysterious smile playing on her lips:

“My name is 'her'.”

As soon as he finished speaking, his figure drifted away like grains of sand in the wind.

The sphere of light slowly sank into Su Ting's heart. In an instant, countless fine golden patterns lit up his entire body, like ancient runes flowing through his skin. His pupils became translucent, reflecting the entire starry river.

Mengli supported him: "Are you alright?"

Su Ting slowly stood up, his breathing steady, but his eyes were as deep as the beginning of the universe.

“I see it,” he whispered. “The source of dreams… it’s not in the heavens, nor in the code. It’s in the heart of everyone who says ‘I want to.’”

He raised his hand, and a tiny seed appeared in his palm, crystal clear, with what seemed to be a swirling galaxy inside.

“This is the prototype of the ‘Dream Core’,” he said. “It’s no longer a system-controlled energy center, but… a point of resonance for everyone’s dreams.”

Chapter 1231 The Pure White Door

Mengli's eyes lit up: "So we can... plant it?"

“Yes.” Su Ting looked at the pure white door. “Behind the door is a blank world. No rules, no boundaries, no ‘should’ or ‘impossible’. Let’s go in, plant this seed, and then—”

"And then let all those who dare to dream raise it together?" Mengli continued, her eyes blazing with fire.

Su Ting nodded and gently lifted the seed.

"Are you ready?"

Mengli took a deep breath, grasped his hand, and their fingers intertwined.

"I've been waiting for this moment for seven hundred lifetimes."

The two walked side by side toward the door.

The door wasn't open, but they could already feel the wind on the other side—warm, free, carrying the scent of new soil and tender buds.

Just as my fingertips were about to touch the door—

"and many more."

An unfamiliar voice came from behind.

They turned around abruptly.

A man in a black trench coat stood at the edge of the ruins, holding an old-fashioned projector in his hand. The machine hummed and the film reel slowly turned.

He raised his face, a slight smile playing at the corners of his lips:

"When you're dreaming, you need a 'story' first, right?"

Su Ting narrowed his eyes: "Who are you?"

The man placed the projector on the ground and gently pressed the play button.

A beam of light was projected into the air, revealing the outline of a city—skyscrapers standing tall, neon lights flashing, but all the faces of the people were blank, devoid of features.

“My name is ‘The Dream Cutter’,” he said. “You burned the codex, but you forgot—**dreams also need editing.** Dreams that are too long make people tired, and dreams that are too painful make people give up. I want to help you… delete those fragments that shouldn’t exist.”

Mengli sneered: "Are you one of the system's people?"

“It used to be.” He shook his head. “Now, I just want to make sure—in the new world, no one will wake up crying.”

Su Ting stared at him, his voice turning cold: "Who gave you the right to define 'shouldn't exist'?"

The Dream Cutter shrugged: "Nobody gave it to you. Just like nobody ever gave you the right to 'create dreams.' But you still came."

He pointed to the projector: "In here are three million dreams with 'sad endings.' There are mothers who lose their children, lovers who part forever, and ideals crushed by reality... Do you really intend to let these grow into the new world as well?"

Su Ting remained silent.

Mengli stepped forward and looked directly into his eyes:

"You said that if you delete sadness, you can find happiness?"