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

"You've come." She smiled.

"I told you, I would pursue you." He stopped, gazing at her. "No matter how many lifetimes, how many dreams."

Mengli blinked, then suddenly raised her hand and pointed to the boiling sea of ​​stars behind her: "And now? Do you still want to elope with me? But we have nowhere to escape to—the stage is about to crumble, the world is about to be rewritten, and even the word 'escape' is almost meaningless."

Su Ting did not answer, but slowly took out a tattered corner of a curtain from his bosom, on which was embroidered half a faded rose.

“This is something I secretly hid when I first saw you act.” His voice was very soft. “You said that actors shouldn’t fall in love, because if they do, they will be consumed by their dreams. But I still fell in love.”

Mengli was stunned.

“So this time, I don’t want to run away.” He took a step forward and reached out to touch her face. “I want to… turn this play into our home with you.”

Tears welled up in Mengli's eyes, but she stubbornly raised her head: "Then you have to promise me one thing first."

"You said."

"You're not allowed to bear the consequences of my 'what I want' anymore." She stared at him. "Next time I want to rewrite the world, let me do it. I'll burn my memories; I'll carry my dreams."

Su Ting shook his head: "I won't agree."

"you--!"

“Because,” he interrupted her, smiling, “next time, I’ll say ‘I want’ before you do.”

Mengli froze, then suddenly threw herself into his arms and hugged him tightly.

“Fool…” she buried her face in his chest, her voice trembling, “Do you know, I almost forgot your name just now…”

“But now you remember.” He hugged her tightly. “And you still remember how you cursed me.”

She chuckled softly, looked up, and glared at him with red eyes: "Then remember this, you're not allowed to rush in alone to block the death warrant again! Otherwise—otherwise I'll say 'I want to,' and turn you into a rose to wear in my hair every day as an ornament!"

"With pleasure," he smiled.

Just then, the girl in the cloth skirt suddenly took a light step and raised the Book of Heart Core high.

The pages moved without wind, revealing countless handwritings—some childish, some aged, some trembling, and some wild.

I want to stop working.

I want to be with her.

I wish my mom could still call me by my nickname.

I want to see the aurora borealis before I die.

I think... this world should stop making people pretend to be happy.

Wishes rose like sparks, converging into a river above the shattered stage.

The girl tilted her head back and asked softly:

"What do you think the world would be like if millions of people said 'I want' at the same time?"

“I don’t know.” Su Ting looked up at the galaxy woven from countless wishes, his voice low but firm. “But I know that if no one speaks out first, everything will forever remain just a dream.”

Mengli gazed up at the rising River of Wishes, the wind billowing her red dress like an inextinguishable flame. Suddenly, she laughed, her laughter clear and bright: "Then let the world burn once—burn out a place where people can hear each other clearly."

She suddenly opened her arms wide, as if to embrace the entire starry sky: "I want—this sky to stop suffocating people!"

The moment the words fell, a thin crack appeared in the sky, and a beam of blazing white light poured down from the crack, like a sword cleaving through a heavy curtain.

Immediately afterwards, a second voice rang out, coming from a crooked handwriting on the Book of Heart Cores:

I want to throw my dad's cigarette pack in the trash and tell him I hate the way he drinks.

The light trembled, and the cracks spread.

Chapter 1242 I'd rather be shattered to pieces

Another sound shattered the silence:

I want to stand on stage, even if I can only sing half a line off-key!

boom--! .

The entire starry sea trembled violently, and countless dream boundaries collapsed, turning into fragments radiant with light, like startled fireflies, all flying toward the crack in the sky.

"You're all insane!" Mo Wan struggled to her feet from the broken chair, her face smeared with blood, the remains of the stardust pen still burning in her palm. "The Book of Heart Cores can only hold wishes, not rewrite reality! You're using dreams as gunpowder to blow your own lives up!"

“Then let’s blow it up.” Mengli turned around, her eyes reflecting the starlight. “I’d rather be shattered to pieces than live a life of pre-written lines.”

The Fate Judge stood atop the wreckage of the capsized theater boat, his hands empty; the bamboo slips had long since turned to ashes. He roared, "Without a path of destiny, people will have nowhere to turn! Are you trying to plunge all living beings into chaos?!"

“Chaos?” Su Ting walked forward slowly, and the star bridge beneath his feet generated new light patterns with each step. “But the ‘order’ you give is nothing more than locking people’s hearts in cages and then sealing the cages with the seal of ‘fate’.”

He raised his hand and pointed to the Book of Heart Core, his voice as firm as iron:

"You say that fate cannot be defied, but who determines it? Is it Mo Wan's pen? The fate-determining official's bamboo slips? Or the 'Heavenly Fate Bureau' that never dares to show its face?"

No one answered.

Only countless whispers gathered in the wind, growing louder and louder—

I think... I don't want to laugh anymore.

I want to go home.

I think... someone remembers my name.

I think... I'm not a burden.

"Did you hear that?" Su Ting looked at the Fate Prediction Officer and said, word by word, "This is not a chaotic dream. This is—a resurrection."

Boom——!

The sky was completely torn apart, and a huge crack that pierced through the Milky Way stretched across the sky. What poured out was no longer light, but an indescribable "sound"—like millions of people exhaling at the same time, like the earth opening its eyes, or like time itself trembling for the first time.

The girl in the cloth skirt, clutching the Book of Hearts, stood on tiptoe, bringing the pages towards the crack.

"Hey—" she suddenly called out, as if addressing someone she couldn't see, "Didn't you say that mortals shouldn't presume to change fate? Can you still hear them talking now?"

Silence.

The next instant, the Book of the Heart Core erupted with unprecedented brilliance, its pages fluttering and its handwriting flying out like butterflies, merging into the crack in the sky.

Mengli suddenly reached out and grabbed Su Ting's wrist, her palm burning hot: "Be careful, someone's about to make a move."

Before the words were finished, the void suddenly froze.

A bluish-gray shadow slowly descended from the heavens, each step freezing the stars and dimming the flames of desire. He wore an old-fashioned official robe, his face blurred as if veiled by a layer of flowing ink, only the black bamboo scroll in his hand radiating a suffocating chill.

"Defy fate." The voice was not human, but more like the rustling sound of countless bamboo slips turning pages at the same time. "You have disturbed the sea of ​​dreams and altered the course of destiny. You deserve to be executed."

The fortune teller immediately knelt down: "Heaven... Heaven's will is to enforce the law!"

Mo Wan also prostrated herself on the ground, trembling: "My lord... we have done our best..."

“Not enough.” The gray-blue figure said calmly, raising his hand to point at Su Ting, “This boy has chaotic dreams. His consciousness should be erased, his soul locked, and he should be eternally imprisoned beneath the River of Oblivion.”

A line of ink flew out from the bamboo slip, darting towards Su Ting like a snake.

"Want to mess with him?" Meng Li sneered, suddenly raising her hand. "Then you'll have to get past me first!"

Her starlight surged, and she used herself as a magnet to forcibly pull down three nearby stars, transforming them into chains that wrapped around the dark line.

Chapter 1243 That Person's Eyes

boom!

The ink line broke, the stars shattered, Meng Li groaned, blood trickling from the corner of her mouth, but Su Ting caught her.

“I told you.” He shielded her behind him, looking directly at the gray-haired figure. “Next time, I’ll say ‘I want to’ before you do.”

He slowly raised his hand, and in his palm appeared a fragment of a curtain embroidered with half a rose.

“I want—” his voice was calm, yet resounding, “so that the child who watched the play by the window will remember the eyes of the person on stage when he grows up.”

A faint light ignited from the corner of the curtain, and in an instant, all the heartbeats that had trembled because of love, all the moments that had brought tears to the eyes because of dreams, resonated in countless dreams.

A child tore up his tutoring paper and ran towards the theater;

An old man picked up a zither that had been gathering dust for twenty years with trembling hands;

A couple abandons their stable life and boards a train bound for the unknown...

“I want to…be myself.” Su Ting’s voice echoed throughout the entire starry sea, “even if the price is having my name erased by the world.”

The Book of the Heart Core suddenly rose up, hovering above his head, its pages flipping wildly, countless strokes rewriting themselves—

I don't want to pretend anymore.

I want to love, and I'm not afraid to lose.

I want to live, not just exist.

The Law of Destiny was finally moved; cracks appeared on his ink-black face, revealing a pair of weary eyes: "Do you know... I also started from 'I wanted'?"

There was silence.

“Three thousand years have passed,” he said softly. “I locked the path of fate, just to prevent people’s hearts from being disturbed and their dreams from being chaotic. But now… I can’t tell whether I’m following the rules or the rules are swallowing me.”

The black bamboo slip in his hand began to peel away inch by inch.