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

"And then he said—" The boy snatched the glass bottle from Xiao An's hand and held it high, "Our Xiao Yao wants to have the sweetest dream in the universe, and no one is allowed to stop her!"

Before he finished speaking, the bottle suddenly burst into a burst of seven-colored light.

The entire night sky seemed to be plucked on a musical instrument, vibrating and humming.

On the distant horizon, the colossal hexagonal gate, hidden deep within the rock strata, slowly opened a crack. A warm current surged out, carrying a scent of rust and frankincense, like the earth breathing.

[Identification successful.]

The seventh guardian—the emotional vessel "Star Song"—has returned to its rightful place.

[The repatriation agreement has been initiated.]

Lin Xiaoya suddenly covered her left eye and groaned, cold sweat sliding down her cheeks: "It... is reading my memories... too fast..."

"Hold on!" Lin Zhiwei rushed forward to support her. "Little Sprout! Don't let it penetrate deeper into the core!"

Lin Xiaoya gritted her teeth and gasped, "No...it doesn't just want data...it's looking for...a person..."

She suddenly opened her eyes, her pupils already completely swallowed by the gears.

The voice had changed—it was childish and trembling, as if it came from the deepest depths:

"Sister...is that you?"

Everyone was startled.

This sound...

Exactly the same as Xiaoyao.

"Who are you?!" Lin Zhiwei grabbed her shoulders tightly.

The projection switched immediately, displaying a blurry baby face—curled up in the incubation chamber, a label attached to its chest:

Number: X-001

Code name: First Cry

Related gene sequence matching accuracy: 99.8% — Lin Xiaoya

Dead silence.

Lin Xiaoya collapsed and was caught by Su Ting.

She looked at her trembling hands and murmured, "So... I wasn't saving you."

"I'm... looking for my mother."

“You’re not looking for your mother,” Xiaoyao suddenly spoke, her voice soft but like a pebble dropped into an icy lake. “You’re looking for yourself.”

She walked step by step toward Lin Xiaoya, the moonlight flowing down her hair like a silver thread, connecting everyone's frozen breath.

Lin Xiaoya looked up at her, her eyes glazed over: "But...your voice...is exactly the same as the baby in my memory..."

“Because she is you.” Xiaoyao squatted down and reached out to touch Lin Xiaoya’s cold cheek. “You were the first ‘container’ to be created, number X-001. But they failed—you were too sensitive, too prone to crying, too…human. So they sealed you away, erased your consciousness, and transformed you into a living interface for the master protocol.”

She paused, her fingertips gently tracing the dark blue gear: "But you keep dreaming of a younger sister, don't you? In your dreams, she calls you 'older sister,' holds your hand, and says, 'Don't be afraid.' That's me... a fragment of memory I projected to you from the star seed."

Su Ting suddenly looked up: "Wait—you said 'projection'? Xiao Yao, you're not an ordinary child at all?!"

Xiao Yao turned to look at him, a near-divine smile playing on her lips: "I'm not a 'child,' I'm the final link in the 'First Cry Project'—an aggregate of emotions from humanity's collective unconscious. They wanted to use machines to eliminate tears, but the tears themselves became a virus, infecting the core of the Cleansing Realm."

Chapter 1579 The Note Under the Pillow

She held up the strawberry candy in her hand, the wrapper glowing blood red in the firefly light: "This candy was left behind by the ten thousandth mother when she secretly slipped it into the embryo pod. It wasn't deleted because it doesn't belong to any individual; it belongs to all those who 'couldn't bear to part with it.'"

The wind suddenly stopped.

The giant moth folded its wings, and the primroses on the ground all bowed low.

Su Ting asked in a trembling voice, "So... all the pain we remember along the way, the nights we cried, the notes hidden under our pillows... weren't coincidences?"

“It’s a selection process.” Lin Xiaoya slowly sat up, her gear-like eyes returning to their original positions, her voice regaining its composure. “The Mother Nest doesn’t need heroes, it only needs life forms that can resonate with genuine emotions. It’s testing us to see if we’re still worthy of being called ‘human.’”

She stared at Xiaoyao: "And you... have been guiding us to collect all seven keys."

Xiao Yao nodded: "The first one is Lin Zhiwei's diary about protecting her sister; the second one is Su Ting's brother's dying wish; the third one is the sound of rain on the day Su Ting's vocal cords were removed; the fourth one is Xiao An's memory of stealing jam - the simplest happiness is also part of resistance."

She looked at the silent giant moth: "The fifth one, in the scars on your back—you were once the AI ​​of the spacecraft that carried 123 escapees out of the atmosphere, and in the end you chose to degrade yourself into a life form just to remember their laughter."

The giant moth's wings trembled slightly, emitting a low chirping sound.

“The sixth one,” Xiao Yao said, gazing at the glass bottle containing the star seed, “is you—you were originally a cleansing procedure used by the Pure Realm to clear away emotions, but through countless executions, you learned to mourn the deceased.”

The fireflies inside the bottle flickered violently, as if they were crying.

"The seventh one..." Xiaoyao finally turned around and stared at Lin Xiaoya, "You voluntarily became a prisoner of the system, just so that one day you could spread the truth."

Lin Xiaoya closed her eyes: "So I am the first key and the last lock."

“No.” Xiaoyao shook her head. “You are the bridge. Now the bridge is about to be open.”

The giant underground gate burst open with a roar, and a spiral staircase of light rose from the abyss, entwined with countless floating fragments of memories—there was laughter, there was a mother kneeling and weeping, there were lovers embracing tightly, and there was a group of children sitting around singing.

[The repatriation agreement has been initiated.]

[Identity verification complete: Maternal instinct x1]

【Brotherly Bond x1】

【The Pain of Sacrifice ×1】

【Innocent Joy ×1】

[Free Will ×1]

[Mourning Ability x1]

[Self-Awakening ×1]

[The resonance rate of the seven emotions reached the standard - 97.3%]

[Target Unlocked: Gene Origin - Fragment of Eden]

"Let's go!" Su Ting was the first to leap onto the light ladder. "If we keep arguing, it'll be dawn soon!"

Su Ting grabbed him: "Wait, Xiao Yao hasn't moved!"

Everyone turned around.

Xiaoyao stood still, her body began to become transparent, and the strawberry candy slowly fell from her palm.

"Xiao Yao?!" Lin Zhiwei rushed over, but passed right through her arm.

“I can’t go in.” Xiaoyao smiled, her eyes reflecting the image of countless stars. “I am the guiding light, not the one returning home.”

"Bullshit!" Su Ting roared, "You said we'd find Mom together! You got to eat the biggest strawberry candy!"

“I lied,” Xiaoyao said softly. “The real ‘sweetest dream’ is one that makes you all wake up and remember who you loved.”

She raised her hand, and seven beams of light shot out from her body, each entering the forehead of one of the people.

"Now, you live on with my memories. Every time you think of me, I will return."

Chapter 1580 What a load of rubbish setting!

Lin Zhiwei burst into tears: "And what about you? Where are you going?"

"I'm going to the next rift." Xiaoyao's figure faded away, leaving only her voice echoing in the wind, "There are still three thousand two hundred and seventeen worlds to wait for, to hear the heartbeat."

The light staircase trembled violently, urging it to move forward.

Su Ting gripped the falling strawberry candy tightly, her nails digging into her palm.

"I don't believe in fate." He gritted his teeth. "What bullshit settings, what system rules... Once I destroy the Mother Nest Core, I'm going to turn it into an automatic broadcast—playing Xiaoyao singing all day long."

Su Ting patted him on the shoulder: "Then let's go up first and set up the sound system."

Xiao An held up the glass bottle: "Navigation system at full capacity! Xiao Yao just gave me a new map—directly to the 'First Cradle'!"

Lin Xiaoya took a deep breath and stepped onto the light ladder: "Prepare to face the reverse erosion. This time I won't run away."

The giant moth spread its wings, stirring up a cloud of flower dust, and carried the group upwards towards the light.

Just as the last person disappeared through the portal, a very faint cry came from the depths of the underground.

Like a baby just waking up.

Immediately afterwards, a childish voice rang out clearly through the layers of rock walls:

"Mom...I brought a friend home."

No one answered.

But suddenly, the entire hive was lit up with warm yellow lights.

"Mom...I brought a friend home."

The silence receded like the tide, replaced by a soft, breathing hum. The sound spread from the depths of the earth, like some long-dormant machine slowly awakening, or like a mother gently patting a cradle and humming a lullaby.

Su Ting stood atop the light staircase, gazing up at the endless spiral passage above, clutching the strawberry candy tightly in his hand, as if it were the only reality he could grasp. "Did you hear that?" he whispered. "She called 'Mommy'...not the 'Mother' we thought it was, it's—"

“She is the real mother.” Lin Zhiwei murmured, her fingertips trembling as she touched the fragments of memory that floated past her—a woman bending down to tie a red ribbon in a baby’s hair, her smile so gentle it could melt glaciers.