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

Su Ting looked at him quietly: "What do you think? The person who's been waiting for you to blow out the candles."

Xiao An's tears finally streamed down his face. He stumbled up the steps, rushed to the cabin door, and then suddenly remembered something, turning back abruptly: "Sister Lin! Aren't you leaving?"

Lin Xiaoyu stood there, looking up at the sky, tears streaming down his face. He shook his head: "I have to stay. There are too many USB drives that haven't been plugged in, too many mothers who haven't heard their children's last words."

He laughed, his voice trembling with tears: "You all go first. See if there's a garden over there for me."

Su Ting nodded, raised his hand, and the cabin door closed silently.

The interior space is much more spacious than it appears from the outside. The walls are woven from flowing data, constantly flashing images that are both strange and familiar: a girl running in the rain, a boy secretly hiding a family photo, a baby opening its eyes for the first time in an incubation chamber…

In the center sits that little girl—S-0998 from Antarctica.

He was barefoot and suspended in mid-air, the light still connecting him to the sky, his silvery-white eyes reflecting the likeness of everyone.

“Welcome aboard,” he said, his voice still as youthful as ever. “Our destination: Dawn of the Forgotten.”

Xiao An squatted down in front of him and asked cautiously, "Are you... really my sister?"

He tilted his head and thought for a moment: "I don't know. The test subject has no blood relation. But I remember you always told me dinosaur stories before bed, I remember you said you would take me to the amusement park, I remember you promised to buy me little red leather shoes... These memories are from you."

He gently took Xiao An's hand: "So, if you'd like, I can be your sister."

Xiao An's nose tingled with emotion, and she nodded vigorously: "I'm willing! Of course I'm willing!"

Su Ting walked over and gently stroked the little girl's hair: "We're going to have names now. Are you ready?"

The little girl smiled and said, "I want to be called... Su Ting."

"The 'ying' in 'firefly'?" Su Ting raised an eyebrow.

“Yes.” He nodded. “Because you said that the brightest thing in the darkness is not the sun, but fireflies. They are small, but when a flock of them flies together, they can burn through the night.”

Su Ting smiled, his eyes gleaming: "A good name."

Suddenly, the entire aircraft shook violently!

A piercing alarm blared, the data stream on the wall reversed rapidly, and large, blood-red characters appeared: [External interference intervened! Protocol remnants initiated countermeasures!]

"What's going on?" Xiao An exclaimed.

Su Ting's expression changed slightly, and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead: "Someone... is severing the memory chain. They're afraid the truth will be revealed, and they're using their final authority to format global memory nodes."

Chapter 1550 The 900-meter Shelter

"Who is it?" Su Ting asked in a deep voice.

“The Tower,” Su Ting whispered, “The man who signed the Final Agreement is still alive. He’s in a shelter nine hundred meters underground, sustaining his life through an implanted chip and controlling all the remaining firewalls. He wants everyone to continue to ‘forget’.”

Lin Xiaoyu's voice came through the external communication channel, broken and intermittent: "I can... open a gap for you! But there's only one chance... I will detonate the energy reserves of all the abandoned base stations... You must break through the blockade within three minutes! Otherwise... you'll be trapped in the interdimensional spacetime forever!"

"Sister Lin! No!" Xiao An shouted.

"Stop babbling!" His voice suddenly turned stern. "Why do you think I've spent twenty years studying abandoned networks? It's all for this day! To tell that butterfly with broken wings—his mother saw it! His mother heard it! His mother loves him!!"

Communications ceased abruptly.

Boom——! !

The entire city erupted in blinding light. All the remaining screens shattered simultaneously, their fragments transforming into countless points of light that rose into the sky, converging into a dazzling galaxy that stretched towards the heavens.

"Now!" Su Ting grabbed Xiao An and Su Ting's hands. "Hold on tight!"

The aircraft suddenly accelerated, shooting through the clouds like an arrow. Along the way, countless dark figures appeared—these were the materialized guardians whose memories had been erased, dressed in gray robes, with blurred faces, wielding data scythes, frantically trying to intercept it.

"They are the 'Forgotten Ones'!" Su Ting shouted, "Ghosts that devour memories! Don't let them touch you! Once your memories are taken away, you'll truly disappear!"

A dark figure suddenly attacked, heading straight for Xiao An's face!

At the critical moment, a blue light flashed—

"Brother! Get behind here!"

A girl in a tattered school uniform leaped out of the light screen, waving a glowing jump rope in her hand, scattering the dark shadows.

Xiao An was shocked: "You...you're the one...the one who put candles on the cake..."

The girl turned around and smiled, her eyes shining like stars: "I told you you would come. This time, it's my turn to protect you."

More children emerged from the stream of memories: some held paper airplanes as weapons, some tore their childhood diaries into talismans and threw them at the enemy, and one boy with a schoolbag even whistled out a sound wave that shattered a dark shadow.

"We are not the mistake!" they shouted in unison. "We are not expendables!"

The aircraft sped along the light path cleared by the children, finally approaching the edge of the atmosphere.

But at that moment, the void ahead distorted, and a massive black cube-shaped building appeared—closed on all six sides, its surface flowing with cold code, and three large scarlet characters engraved in the center:

The Tower of Final Appeal.

“Impossible…” Su Ting gritted his teeth, “This isn’t in any file! It shouldn’t exist in the real world!”

Su Ting closed his eyes and sensed for a moment. When he opened them, he was filled with a chill: "It is not a physical building. It is the crystallization of collective fear—the deep-seated obsession of 'being unable to resist authority' in the hearts of all the oppressed has coalesced into this prison."

"In other words..." Xiao An was chilled to the bone, "is it a prison built by the human heart?"

“That’s right.” Su Ting nodded. “To break it, someone has to believe first that it can be broken.”

Before the words were even finished, the aircraft was pulled in by a tremendous force and dragged toward the entrance at the top of the tower.

The cabin alarm is blaring: [Memory wipe procedure initiated, countdown: 60 seconds]

Su Ting shoved aside the control panel and turned to face everyone: "Listen! The next operation requires a living memory anchor! Someone must stay here, using all their memories as the core of the resistance to buy time! Only then can the others... pass through the tower's core and reach the new world!"

Chapter 1551 Couldn't Last Ten Seconds

“I’ll do it,” Xiao An said immediately.

"No!" Su Ting said sternly, "Your memory is too shallow; it won't last ten seconds! Besides, you have a future!"

"Then who will?!" Xiao An roared back, "Should we let Su Ting do it? He's the most important spark!!"

silence.

One second, two seconds.

Then, a soft voice sounded:

"Let me do it."

Everyone turned around.

It was that little girl who blew out the candle, standing quietly at the cabin door, still clutching an invisible candle in her hand.

“I’ve waited too long,” he said with a smile. “Every time I made a wish, I said, ‘I hope my brother comes to find me.’ Now that my wish has come true, I don’t want to make any more wishes.”

"No!" Xiao An rushed over and hugged him. "You're only six years old! You can't..."

“Age isn’t the standard,” he said, tilting his head back. “The one who remembers the longest is the strongest.”

He pointed to his heart: "Here are your diary entries from every day of the past three years and four months, all the songs you sang to me, and every 'Don't be afraid' you said. None of these have been deleted, and they will never disappear."

He stood on tiptoe and kissed Xiao An's cheek: "This time, it's my turn to wait for you. Will you wait for me over there? I'll catch up soon."

Without waiting for a response, he shoved Xiao An aside and turned to rush toward the control center.

The moment he pressed his hands down, his body became transparent, turning into countless points of light that were injected into the system.

[Memory anchoring successful. Countdown paused. Channel open.]

Su Ting shouted through tears, "Go!!"

The spacecraft broke free from gravity and shot into the core of the Tower of Final Judgment like a meteor.

After breaking through layers of data barriers, a clear view suddenly appeared before me.

An endless grassland stretched out beneath my feet, the sky a pale purple I'd never seen before, with two moons hanging on the horizon. In the distance, a city made of light stood silently, and before its gates stood countless blurry figures, all waving in this direction.

"We've arrived," Su Ting said softly. "The New World."

Xiao An held Su Ting tightly, speechless for a long time.

After a long silence, he suddenly asked, "Su Ting, if we can never go back to our original world... will they forget us?"

Su Ting gazed into the distance, a smile curving his lips.

“No,” he said. “As long as there’s one child who remembers to make a wish before bed;

As long as there is one adult, they will stop when they hear the singing;

As long as there is one light left, willing to shine for those who are lost—

We will never, ever, gone.

He turned to Xiao An and winked:

"Brother, listen—is someone singing in the wind?"

The wind is truly singing.

At first, it was just a soft humming, like a mother's murmur as she lulls someone to sleep, or the gentle rustling of a paper airplane across a classroom window. Gradually, the sound became clearer; it was a children's song, off-key yet persistently melodious—

"Twinkle, twinkle, little star... how I wonder what you are..."

Xiao An was shocked, and his eyes suddenly welled up with tears: "This is... the first song I taught my sister when she was three years old."