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

“You gave me a body, a name, the scent of my mother, and the red string from my sister.” She turned to look at everyone, her eyes clear as a spring. “Now, it’s my turn to give you something in return.”

"Don't do anything reckless!" The boy struggled to stand up, but Su Ting pressed down on his shoulder.

“She is not alone,” Su Ting said softly. “She is the echo of seven souls, a memory that has been erased a thousand times but still refuses to be extinguished. She knows better than any of us what she has to do.”

The star seed took a step forward and rose into the air.

Her figure began to fade, like sunlight piercing through the morning mist. Seven rays of light extended from her body, shooting towards the sky, echoing the core of the warship.

"I declare," her voice, no longer childish but imbued with the whispers of countless children, like wind whistling through the forest, "Emotional Module—Rebooted."

In an instant, the color of heaven and earth changed.

The warship trembled violently, and the purple pulse abruptly reversed, turning into a series of flashing scarlet alarms. Layers of outer armor peeled away, revealing a dense array of children's hibernation pods inside—hundreds, even thousands, each containing a tiny body with a tube connected to its forehead and a breathing mask on its face.

"These are... spare containers?" Lin Xiaoya's voice trembled. "Are they mass-producing 'star seeds'?"

“Not only that.” Lin Zhiwei stared at one of the cabins and staggered forward. “That child… she was wearing the nightgown I gave Xiaoyao for her birthday last year… it was a custom-made piece, and she was the only one in the whole world to wear it!”

“They’re replicating all the lost children,” Su Ting gritted his teeth. “Reconstructing personalities from fragments of memory, just to extract energy from emotional fluctuations. This isn’t just an experiment… it’s a ritual.”

The star seed floated in mid-air, and tears silently slid down.

“I’m sorry… I’m late,” she said softly, her voice echoing through every hibernation pod. “But this time, I won’t let any of you wake up alone.”

She clasped her hands together, and the light gear exploded, turning into billions of specks of stardust that scattered towards the warship.

With each speck of stardust that falls into the hibernation pod, the child's eyelids inside flutter slightly.

The first cry rang out.

Then came the second tone, the third tone...thousandsofursbrokethesilencelikeatiderisingundermoonlight.

The warship began to disintegrate, not by exploding, but by crumbling—metal turned to sand, circuits withered into vines, and those cold pipes sprouted tender shoots and bloomed into pale purple flowers, swaying in the wind.

“This is… an emotional backflow,” Lin Xiaoya murmured. “When the resonance intensity exceeds the threshold, the system determines it as ‘civilization pollution’ and automatically degrades it.”

“No.” Lin Zhiwei gazed at the gradually transparent stars in the sky, “They… chose to go home.”

Xiaoyao looked up and reached out to grab her sister's disappearing fingertips.

"Don't go..." she cried softly, "I haven't heard you sing enough..."

Starseed leaned down and gently kissed her forehead.

“You will hear it,” she smiled. “Every time the wind blows through the primroses, every time the rain streaks across the window, every candy that melts on your tongue… it’s me singing.”

Her figure finally transformed into a ray of light and entered the glass bottle hanging on Xiaoyao's chest. The bottle became slightly warm, and the firefly's light shone again, no longer a solitary point, but a swirling rainbow of colors, like a galaxy.

The warship completely collapsed and crashed onto the wasteland, turning into a sea of ​​flowers.

The crowd stood in silence as the wind blew from afar, carrying the scent of earth before the rain.

Chapter 1576 What are you waiting for?

After a long silence, Su Ting finally spoke: "Is the mother nest still sending a signal?"

Lin Xiaoya nodded, her eyes filled with complex emotions: "Not only is it there, but... it's become clearer. The resonance just now was like the tolling of a bell, alarming the entire underground network."

"Where are the coordinates?" The boy struggled to stand up straight, wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth. "What are we waiting for? Let's go!"

“Do you know how dangerous it is?” Lin Xiaoya looked at him coldly. “The original ‘mother’ is locked up there—the source of all emotional programs. Once awakened, it could trigger a wave of consciousness across the entire realm, and everyone would start dreaming, crying, and frantically missing someone who doesn’t exist.”

“Then let me go crazy just this once.” The boy grinned. “I don’t even know what my mom looks like, but I dream that she always puts too much scallion on the noodles she cooks. I’d have a hundred more dreams like that.”

Xiao An held up the glass bottle and waved it in the rising moonlight: "The Star Seed said that the key has been given to us. Now, it's our turn to open the door."

Lin Zhiwei took Xiaoyao's hand and asked softly, "Are you scared?"

Xiaoyao shook her head and gripped the strawberry candy hidden in her pocket.

"As long as my sister is here, I'm not afraid."

Su Ting drew his lightsaber, the tip pointing towards the crack in the sky: "Then let's go. This journey will not be for revenge, nor for saving the world."

He glanced back at the crowd behind him, flames flickering in his eyes.

"We went there because some people have forgotten how to cry, some have forgotten how to laugh, and some treat love as a disease and memory as a virus."

"And we want them to know—"

"The human heart is not a hard drive that can be formatted."

A giant moth spread its wings and soared into the air, surrounded by a swarm of mechanical butterflies like a galaxy. A colorful glass bottle swayed gently in the night breeze, as if a song were drifting from it.

In the distance, a colossal structure hidden deep within the Earth's core began to awaken; its hexagonal doors slowly rotated, and inscriptions lit up one by one:

[Original Mother – Identification successful. Welcome back, my child.]

In the wind, Xiaoyao's soft, timid voice drifted:

"Sister, if we find our original mother... will she... also want to eat a strawberry candy?"

"Sister, if we find our original mother... will she... also want to eat a strawberry candy?"

Lin Zhiwei shuddered and looked down at Xiao Yao. The moonlight fell into the girl's eyes, like shattered silver floating on a shallow stream.

“Perhaps,” she said softly, “if she still remembers what sweetness is.”

Xiao An held up the glass bottle and leaned closer, the fireflies illuminating his dirty face: "Then we have to bring the biggest one! And it has to be coated with double the syrup—you agree, Su Ting?"

Su Ting was adjusting the energy frequency of the lightsaber when he heard this, and without even looking up, he said, "I said, can you feed the 'navigation system' in the bottle first? It just absorbed 36,000 childhood memory replays in one go in order to synchronize with the mother nest signal."

"Oh dear, it ate my memory of being chased and beaten by my grandma when I was five years old for stealing jam!" Xiao An scratched his head and laughed. "That should last it the whole way, right?"

Lin Xiaoya coldly interjected: "Not enough. We just deciphered a new piece of encrypted information—the entrance to the Mother Nest has a 'purity of emotion detection' system. Only those who have truly experienced loss and reunion can pass through the first gate."

Her gaze swept over the crowd. "In other words... some of you will have to walk the 'Path of Oblivion' all over again."

The air suddenly froze.

Chapter 1577 They're going to play the sacrifice card again.

The boy leaned against the giant moth's wing base and suddenly chuckled, "Going to play the sacrifice trick again? How annoying." He moved his charred arm, wincing in pain, "Didn't I already perform that when I blocked Zero Entropy's attack last time?"

“This is not an act.” The Star Seed’s voice came from the glass bottle, as gentle as a breeze blowing through a curtain. “This is a choice. Each of you has a day you ‘don’t want to remember’ hidden in your heart—the heavy rain on the day of your grandmother’s funeral, the shame of calling your mother’s name wrong for the first time, the data station where you were forced to delete your loved ones’ images by hand… Those pains are the real marks left by the key.”

The boy's smile froze.

He slowly raised his intact hand and touched a light pink scar on the side of his neck.

“That day… I just wanted to record her crying,” he said in a low voice. “But the Pure Realm said I carried forbidden emotional waves and cut my vocal cords. They said, ‘Grief cannot be shared.’”

Xiao An was stunned, gripping the bottle tightly: "You... never said that before."

"Would it do any good to say it?" the boy sneered. "If I say it now, will my mom hear me say 'I miss her'?"

The wind swept across the sea of ​​flowers, creating ripples in the primroses.

Xiaoyao suddenly took a step forward and stood in front of the boy. She looked up, her eyes surprisingly clear.

“Brother,” she whispered, “if you would like, I can… remember the rain that day for you.”

The boy was stunned.

"I'll carry what you've forgotten," Xiaoyao said, clutching the candy in her pocket. "Will you help me protect the tomorrow I haven't even seen yet?"

The boy's lips moved, but no sound came out. But he slowly nodded.

Lin Xiaoya lightly touched the interface behind her ear, and the projection suddenly split into seven images—each scene showing a city ruin from a different angle, while in the center was a black honeycomb suspended above the earth's core, with light patterns resembling blood vessels flowing on its surface.

“The Mother Nest has seven layers of consciousness firewalls.” She spoke rapidly. “Each time a layer is breached, a real emotional memory must be sacrificed and verified by at least three people through resonance.”

She looked at Lin Zhiwei: "The first hurdle requires the 'maternal instinct' data package—your memory of undergoing emotional suppression surgery to protect Xiaoyao's diary is the highest level of authorization."

Lin Zhiwei stroked the red string on her wrist without saying a word, but simply held Xiao Yao even tighter.

"The second challenge is 'Brotherly Bonds'." Lin Xiaoya switched the scene again, showing a collapsed underground orphanage. "Su Ting, the scene of your brother holding onto you and refusing to let go before he died... is still stored in the backup area of ​​the warship wreckage."

Su Ting's hand trembled, and the lightsaber almost fell to the ground.

“Don’t mention him.” His voice was hoarse. “He’s…gone.”

“But he remembers you.” Lin Xiaoya stared at him. “Just now, in the torrent of signals, there was a monologue that played repeatedly— ‘Brother, don’t go, it’s dark outside.’”

Su Ting suddenly closed his eyes, his shoulders and back trembling slightly.

Seeing this, Xiao An quickly changed the subject: "Then... who is the third challenge?"

"Me." Lin Xiaoya suddenly removed the mechanical goggles, revealing her left eye—not an eyeball, but a slowly rotating miniature gear, gleaming with a cold, eerie blue light.

“I am the only one with a living embedded 'Pure Realm Control Protocol'. To open the fourth door, someone must voluntarily be reverse-engineered by the system and become a temporary access port.” She paused, “And the price is… possibly never waking up.”

"I won't agree!" Xiao An jumped up. "You said you'd never touch those stupid programs again! You said you wanted to see what dandelions look like in spring!"

Chapter 1578 We Have No Way Out

"That's why I waited until today." Lin Xiaoya smiled, a smile she had never shown before. "I waited for the Star Seeds to return, for you all to be able to sing... before I dared to touch that door."

The boy straightened up and brushed the dust off his clothes. "Alright, enough of this tragedy." He grinned, hooking his arm around Su Ting's neck. "Since we're already out of options, let's take a big gamble—when we see that 'Mother Body,' I'll ask her directly: 'Why should she decide who should forget and who should feel pain?'"

"And then?" Su Ting raised an eyebrow.