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

There was no response, only the cracks grew deeper and deeper, and a slender figure emerged from the light.

It's him.

The little girl in the hospital gown clutched the same star-studded pen as Su Ting. He stood in the light, his eyes clear, yet he didn't belong to this moment.

"You are... number X-1?" Su Ting's voice tightened. "The first sleeper? The initial personality of 'Dream Source'?"

The little girl nodded gently and handed him the pen.

“Su Ting is gone, and Xiao Yue is awake, but the door can’t be opened only once.” His voice was very soft, like the wind blowing through a wind chime. “Next time, someone has to guard outside.”

"You want me... to take this pen?"

“It’s not about me,” the little girl shook her head. “It’s that you’ve wanted to accept it for a long time. Otherwise, you wouldn’t have secretly modified the awakening program in cabin number seven back then, allowing Su Ting to see Xiao Yue’s painting ten minutes earlier.”

Su Ting was startled.

"You...know?"

“I know everything that’s been hidden.” He took a step back, his figure fading. “You also know that when they wake up, reality won’t be kind. Some will question whether they are ‘real people,’ some will say they are ‘system remnants,’ and even—”

"I will smash the mouths of everyone who says such things." Su Ting clenched his fist, his voice as cold as iron, yet burning with fire.

The little girl smiled, and at the last moment whispered, "Then... don't let that soft heart down."

He turned into specks of light and vanished in the wind.

The star-studded pen landed at Su Ting's feet, its surface faintly glowing, as if it were still breathing.

He slowly bent down and picked it up, as if he were catching a weight he had never dared to catch in his entire life.

Meanwhile, in the darkness.

Su Ting and Xiao Yue's hands remained clasped. All around was an endless stillness, like being submerged in the deep sea, yet as light as a speck of dust.

"Brother," Xiaoyue asked softly, "Are we... still walking?"

"Yes," Su Ting replied, his voice steady, "but the road is no longer visible."

"Then how do you know the direction?"

Su Ting smiled, took out the star-shaped pen from his pocket, and the tip of the pen gleamed slightly.

"Dreams can lie, maps can be wrong, but wishes drawn by someone—cannot be."

He lowered his head and made a light stroke in the air.

Two words emerged, like stars igniting:

**forward.**

A flowing path of light suddenly appeared beneath my feet, as if paved with countless tiny fragments of memory. Each step I took created ripples on the surface of the scene.

Su Ting's silhouette as he searches for documents in the laboratory;

Xiaoyue counted the seconds on her hospital bed at night;

The snowy field where they first met in their dreams;

And there's that door that's never been opened, yet its light is always on.

"So... you've been drawing this road all along." Xiaoyue looked up at him.

“It wasn’t me.” Su Ting shook his head. “It was you. I was just following your dream.”

Suddenly, a faint light appeared ahead.

It wasn't a glaring white, nor a cold blue, but a warm orange, like a lamp on a winter's daytime windowsill, like the rising steam from a bowl of freshly cooked noodles.

"That's... the exit?" Xiaoyue held her breath.

“It’s home,” Su Ting said.

They quickened their pace, the light drew ever closer, and finally, the scene before them unfolded before them—

An old apartment building with an easel by the window and graffiti covering the walls: starry skies, kites, and two figures holding hands. The aroma of noodles wafts from the kitchen, where water is bubbling away.

"This is...our home?" Xiaoyue's voice trembled.

"Yes." Su Ting pushed open the door. "The house you drew 327 times in your dream."

Xiaoyue rushed in, her fingers trembling as she touched the crayons on the table, the unfinished drawing paper, and the rag doll with its ear missing from the bedside table.

Chapter 1270 We Are Back

"Really...it's not a dream?"

Su Ting stood at the door, watching his joyful back, and said softly, "The moment a dream comes true, it is no longer a dream."

Suddenly, the doorbell rang.

The two were startled.

Su Ting went over and opened the door.

A woman in a raincoat stood outside the door, carrying a bag of groceries, her hair dripping wet. When he saw Su Ting, his eyes widened suddenly, and the bag fell to the ground with a "thud."

"Artin?!"

Su Ting was startled: "...Mom?"

The woman reached out, her hand trembling, and touched his face. Tears instantly streamed down her cheeks. "It's been three years... They said you disappeared, that you and Xiaoyue... died in an experimental accident..."

“We’re back.” Su Ting grasped his hand, her voice choked with emotion. “Mom, we…we’re home.”

The woman burst into tears and rushed to hug him, as if she wanted to make up for all the hugs she had missed over the years.

Xiaoyue stood in the room, her eyes red-rimmed, but she smiled brightly.

He slowly walked over, hugged the two of them from behind, and buried his face between them.

"Mom, I miss you so much," he whispered. "I dream about you cooking noodles for me every day."

The woman turned around abruptly, looked at him, her lips trembling: "Xiaoyue?! You...you're still alive?!"

“Living.” Xiaoyue nodded vigorously. “And I will never sleep again.”

The mother and her two children embraced and wept. The rain outside the window gradually subsided, the clouds parted, and a ray of morning light slanted into the room, falling on the wall covered with paintings of dreams.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the city.

On the top floor of an abandoned research building, the monitoring screens were completely black, except for one terminal that was still running, glowing faintly.

Su Ting stood in front of the screen, holding a star-shaped pen in one hand and rapidly typing on the keyboard with the other.

[Command input: Open Channel 7. Access level: Ω. Identity verification—Su Ting, formerly number G-00, now the 'gatekeeper'.]

A warning pops up on the screen:

This action will permanently expose the coordinates of all sleepers, making it impossible to conceal the existence of the 'Dream Project' in the real world. Consequence: Irreversible.

Su Ting stared at the line of text, remained silent for a few seconds, and then suddenly smiled.

He raised his pen and wrote in the air:

"Then let the world see them."

Press Enter.

In an instant, faint lights illuminated hundreds of locations around the world almost simultaneously—

In a hospital ward in Tokyo, the fingers of a girl who had been unconscious for ten years trembled slightly.

In a sanatorium on the outskirts of Paris, a boy suddenly opened his eyes and murmured, "I dreamed... that someone led me home."

On a bench in a New York subway station, a homeless man suddenly sat up, clutching a graffiti drawing tightly in his arms. The drawing read, "Mom, I miss you."

At the door of countless homes, the doorbell suddenly rang.

A stranger stood outside the door, his eyes filled with a blank yet resolute gaze:

"I...don't remember who I am. But I dreamt of you. Do you...know me?"

A few days later, at the beach.

Su Ting sat alone on the beach, an unfinished painting in front of him.

It is that Echo Island, where the clock tower has collapsed, yet light still seeps from the ground.

There were footsteps behind me.

He turned around and saw a boy in a school uniform holding a yellowed photograph. The photograph showed him ten years ago with a girl who was smiling brightly.

"You... are you Su Ting?" the boy asked, his voice trembling. "I had a very long dream. In the dream, an older sister said that if I woke up, I would come to find you."

Su Ting looked at him and slowly nodded.

The boy knelt down with a thud, tears falling onto the sand: "Please... tell me, can I ever go home?"

Chapter 1271 Someone has to guard it.

Su Ting stood up and gently placed the star-studded pen on his shoulder.

“Yes,” he said, “but before going home, you have to learn to hate those who close the door.”