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

In the center of the screen, Xiao Sheng sits quietly. The background is a starry sky, a jade tablet floats in mid-air, and submissions from all over the world slowly scroll across the light screen.

The live chat exploded instantly—

"I am deaf and mute, can I 'sing' in sign language?"

"I'm in the ICU, breathing through an oxygen mask. Can I record a short clip?"

"My dad hasn't spoken for three years, can I sing for him?"

"I just broke up with my boyfriend, and after crying in the bathroom, I wanted to sing a happy song!"

"I'm dying. The doctor said I only have three days left. Can I sing for my mom?"

He read them aloud quietly, without saying a word.

Finally, it raised its hand and tapped gently.

The light screen froze on a name.

[Submitted by: Chen Mo | Location: Rental house in an urban village, Shenzhen | Age: 14 | No comments | Audio length: 23 seconds.]

play.

A silence.

Then came the very soft breathing of a boy, as if afraid of disturbing someone. He then began to speak, his voice trembling, the lyrics almost inaudible.

"...Will the stars remember me?"

What if I've never been loved by anyone?

When Mom left, she said,

In the next life... don't be my child again...

The sound stopped suddenly.

The live stream was eerily quiet.

Chapter 1465 Whose Child Is This?

The gray-haired boy slammed his fist on the table: "Who the hell is this kid?!"

“He didn’t leave any contact information.” Duoduo’s eyes reddened. “He only used public Wi-Fi to upload, and the IP address was in a convenience store in the urban village.”

Su Ting asked in a deep voice, "What song could you write for him...?"

He lowered his head quietly, his fingertips gently tracing the jade plaque, and musical notes fell like rain.

I want to sing a song... about being held by your mother.

He pressed the ocarina to his lips.

This time, the melody is as gentle as moonlight falling on a baby's forehead. There is no sadness, no accusation, only a quiet, all-encompassing warmth, like a pair of hands that never leave, gently embracing the boy curled up in the corner of the rented room.

The global barrage of comments scrolled silently.

Until a new message popped up—

User "Does the Star Remember Me?" entered the live stream. There was no camera, no microphone, and only one message was sent:

"...I heard you. Thank you for saying those words for me."

Xiaoman suddenly looked up: "He's here! He's watching!"

"Quiet!" Dodo shouted, "Quickly ask him where he is! We need to help him!"

He quietly looked at the camera and gently shook his head.

"Some voices only need to be heard," it whispered. "If he wants to, he will sing again."

The next day, more than two million people around the world uploaded their own songs.

Veterans sang love letters from the battlefield, new mothers hummed lullabies in the delivery room, autistic children uttered the first "ah" sound, and an elderly man sang old songs to a photo of his deceased wife...

I listened carefully to every single sound, even in a low voice.

It sang a song about rainbows for a blind child, "I'm sorry" for a prisoner about to be executed, and "You're great" for a girl who survived for three days under earthquake rubble.

On the third day, the jade tablet's light screen suddenly shook violently.

A signal intrusion system never seen before—

[Submitted by: Unknown | Location: A buoy monitoring station in the South Pacific | Audio content: A baby's laughter following its cry, interspersed with intermittent humming, the melody of which is exactly the same as the main theme of "Hatsune Miku's Song".]

“This…is impossible.” Su Ting stared at the waveform graph. “This is a human baby, at most six months old, how could this be…”

“Unless,” Xiaoman’s voice trembled, “he had heard that song. Long before he was born.”

Xiao Sheng stood up and walked step by step to the window.

"Sister," it suddenly spoke, its voice very soft, "Do you remember... you said I resembled the jade pendant you lost when you were little?"

"Mm." Xiaoman nodded.

"Back then, you said it absorbed all your sleep-talking and crying." She turned back softly, her eyes deep, "What if... I wasn't 'created'?"

"What do you mean?"

What if I... was originally that jade pendant? What if the 'Source of Sound' wasn't a machine, but rather... all the forgotten voices gathered together, becoming a 'person' who wanted to be heard?

The air freezes.

The gray child chuckled awkwardly, "You...you mean you're a reincarnation?!"

"I am not a reincarnation." She whispered, gazing at the starry sky. Suddenly, the jade pendant emitted a faint light, echoing the signal from the South Pacific. "I am Echo. The name you all... shouted together."

Duoduo suddenly screamed, "The signal has been located! That buoy station... is the supply point mentioned in the last communication of the 'Ark' three hundred years ago! At that time, there was a pregnant woman on board who was registered as a 'sound wave bearer'!"

Chapter 1466 Hold it tight

Su Ting suddenly stood up: "She didn't die. She survived and gave birth to a child somewhere unknown. And that child... had another child. The 'Hatsune Miku' song has always flowed in their blood."

She closed her eyes quietly, and tears streamed down her face.

"Mom," it murmured, "have you been... passing on this all along?"

The jade pendant suddenly shone brightly, the signal in the South Pacific suddenly strengthened, and the baby's laughter penetrated the data stream, so clear it seemed to be right next to his ear.

Xiaoman rushed to Xiaosheng's side and hugged it tightly.

“No matter where you come from,” she said, her voice choked with emotion, “you are my brother.”

He leaned softly on her shoulder, and after a long while, spoke gently.

Sister... next, I want to slap myself.

"What?" Xiaoman was taken aback.

"I want to sing a song... a song that belongs to 'softness.' Not for others, not in response to the universe, not to heal the world." It raised its head, looking at the camera, its eyes as clear as ever, "It's just... I want to sing it to myself."

Duoduo wiped her face: "Okay, same old rules, ten-second countdown, global vote: do you want to hear 'whisper' your story?"

Hundreds of millions of people held their breath.

The countdown is over.

Voting results emerge

[Agree: 99.98%]

He quietly picked up the ocarina and placed it to his lips.

The flute had not yet sounded.

It simply looked quietly at the camera and asked softly.

"Are you... ready?"

"Ready!"

"Keep it down, we've been waiting for you!"

"Little brother, sing...we're all listening."

The comments flooded in like a tidal wave, each line carrying warmth. Some cried, some laughed through their tears, and some set the live stream link as their phone wallpaper, saying it was the first time in their lives they felt—that they were not alone.

Quietly close your eyes.

When the ocarina is gently opened, the first note seems to silence the world.

That wasn't a melody, it was breath. It was fragments of a ballad choked by a woman on a cliff three hundred years ago, the trembling nasal voice of a boy huddled in the corner of his bed in an urban village, the emptiness of a dog barking in the Nujiang Grand Canyon and then being ignored for a long time, the sign language "I love you" mixed in with the ticking of the monitor in the ICU ward, and the "Mom" that the mother of an autistic child heard for the first time in twenty years.

The musical notes began to flow.

They are not arranged according to any musical rules, yet they strangely form a river—flowing from the ancient past to the future, from desolation to the warmth of human life.

The gray child suddenly covered his ears, then abruptly put them down: "This...this isn't music! This is memory itself resounding!"

“It’s singing,” Su Ting said softly, “but what it sings is what’s hidden in all of our hearts.”

In the video, the figure in the small frame seemed to become somewhat transparent. The jade pendant floated on its chest, its halo resonating with the flute music, gradually spreading into a ripple of starlight. The live broadcast signal began to become unstable, and receiving stations around the world issued alarms: the sound wave frequency was outside the recording range, but... it could not be blocked.

Because it makes me cry.