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

“I don’t need to hold out for five seconds.” Su Ting grinned, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth. “I just need to sing one line.”

He pressed the piano keys to his heart, closed his eyes, and his voice was unusually calm:

"Put in the song 'Moonlight' that my mom recorded."

"Your mother...?" Xiao Yin was suddenly shocked. "But that recording... was destroyed by the silence protocol a long time ago!"

"Destroyed?" Su Ting opened his eyes, his gaze sharp. "She recorded it in my neural memory. Every time, it was real."

Xiao Yin gritted her teeth, her ten fingers flying across the keyboard, and finally loaded an extremely faint audio signal into the core of the piano keys.

[Countdown: 60 seconds. Neural Silence Field startup program loading...]

Su Ting took a deep breath, stood at the highest point of the amplifier, and raised the piano keys above his head, like raising a battle flag.

"Old Zhao! Take your miners and start breaking through the rock!"

"Lina! Let the morin khuur of the grasslands harmonize for me!"

"Sister from Guangxi! Tell Duoduo that her dad has come to pick her up! Let her sing! Sing loudly!"

“And you—” He looked at the communicator, his voice softening for a moment, “Listen carefully to the song ‘Living’ below. My mother sang this song to me, and I’m singing it to you. It doesn’t cure diseases or save the world, but it tells me—humans are born with the right to speak out.”

He pressed play.

Then, open your mouth and synchronize with that song from the depths of your memory:

"The moonlight shines on the river bend..."

In an instant, the piano keys burst forth with an unprecedented blue light, like a cascading galaxy!

The entire ruins began to shake, metal twisted, and concrete cracked, as if the earth itself was resonating.

[Warning: Neural silence field blocked! Acoustic resonance index exceeds threshold!]

[Countdown interrupted!]

"Not enough!" Su Ting roared, his voice already choked with blood. "Again! Everyone—together!"

Xiaoyin immediately chimed in, "Mom told me to go home and sleep..."

In the earphones, Old Zhao's hoarse voice boomed: "Chili powder is drying on the roof, and my daughter is squatting down to steal a bite!"

A trembling southern woman's voice joined in: "There's a little paper boat hidden under the bed, it'll float across the sea tomorrow..."

Lina from Siberia sang softly in Russian, which was then picked up by the morin khuur (horsehead fiddle) on the steppe, transforming into a long, poignant melody.

And amidst this symphony of ten thousand sounds, the voice from beneath the earth finally became clearer:

"...Brother, I...I want to go home too."

Su Ting smiled, tears of blood streaming down his face: "Fine! I'll carry you back!"

He slammed the piano keys hard against the amplifier core!

"boom--!"

A sound wave rose like a dragon, soaring straight into the sky and tearing through the thick layer of sound energy clouds!

For the first time, stars appeared in the sky.

Chapter 1362 The Iron Gate That Never Was Opened

And beneath this long-lost starry sky, countless faint yet resolute voices surged from all directions—

Inside the mine, pickaxes struck the rock walls, keeping a rhythm.

On the grassland, herders dismantle the steel frames of their tents and use knife sheaths to scrape out chords.

In the underwater laboratory, Xiaoyu tapped the iron pipe with his toes repeatedly, playing the prelude to "Jasmine Flower";

At the Guangxi shelter, children banged their heads against the walls, making rhythmic "thump, thump, thump" sounds, like they were beating a drum that no one could hear.

The world is awakening.

And deep underground, the iron gate that had never been opened finally—

With a "click," it loosened.

Su Ting was panting, kneeling on one knee, still clutching the broken piano keys in her hand.

The voice came through the communicator again, filled with incredulous surprise:

"Brother...there's light up there."

Su Ting looked up and saw the gray sky peeling away piece by piece, like old tree bark rolling up to reveal a dazzling starry river behind it.

He grinned, smiling like a child:

"Fool, that's not light."

“That’s—we’re singing.”

With a "click," the iron gate loosened, and a very faint sob came from deep underground.

Then came a cough, dry as if it had been made on sandpaper.

"There are still... people alive?" a hoarse voice asked, trembling. "It's not a dream? It's really... someone has come to pick us up?"

Su Ting struggled to his feet, his knees still dripping blood, but he walked step by step toward the crack. He stuffed the broken piano keys into his combat uniform pocket, reached out, and forcefully pried open the rusty iron door.

“It’s not a dream,” he said. “I am Su Ting. If your mother were still alive, she would tell you—your son has returned.”

Behind the door lay a dark passageway, its walls crawling with blackened tubes like withered blood vessels. The air reeked of rust and rotting cotton. But what was most chilling was the sight of rows of huddled figures on the floor, leaning against each other, so thin they were practically skeletons. They had no ears; some had their ear canals sewn shut, others had them sealed with metal plates. Yet, in the faint blue light, their eyes began to glow, inch by inch.

A little girl, about six or seven years old, crawled out, wearing a faded pink nightgown and a metal nameplate around her neck.

Su Ting squatted down and gently touched the sign.

It is engraved with: Experimental Subject X-07, code name 'Duoduo'.

"You are... Dad?" She looked up, her voice weak but filled with an incredulous expectation.

Su Ting's throat tightened.

“Yes.” He said in a hoarse voice, “I am your father. I am nine years and four months late.”

The little girl didn't cry, but clung tightly to his arm, as if afraid he would disappear at any moment.

“My sister said that Dad will sing when he comes to pick me up,” she murmured. “She said that as long as she hears the song, the door will open.”

"Who is your sister?" Su Ting asked.

“Ah-Yun.” The little girl looked up. “She pushed me into the ventilation duct and stayed behind to block the door. She said, ‘You must get out alive and tell the people outside—we are not viruses, we are children.’”

Su Ting closed her eyes, and a tear of blood fell onto her shoulder.

The communicator suddenly rang.

"Su Ting!" Xiao Yin's voice was urgent. "The core system of the Silent Layer has restarted! They are activating the ultimate form of the 'Sound Prison'—the 'Sound-Eating Black Hole'! Once activated, all sound waves will be swallowed up, and you won't even be able to hear a heartbeat! And... and the countdown is only three minutes long!"

"Location?" Su Ting looked up abruptly.

Chapter 1363 Nobody Can Get In

"Sector B-17, seven levels underground, the 'Origin Room.' But there are twelve quantum locks there, and no one can get in!"

Su Ting picked up Duo Duo and turned to the group of people who were trembling as they stood up behind him.

"Do you still want to sing?"

A deathly silence.

Then, a woman shakily raised her hand and patted her chest.

"I want to... sing 'Jasmine Flower'."

Another man scratched the iron pipe on the wall with his finger, making a "ding" sound.

“I…remember the tune.”

A little boy lay on the ground, dipped his finger in someone's blood, and wrote musical notes on the cement floor.

Su Ting smiled.

He handed Duoduo to a woman who could still stand: "Take good care of her."

Then, he strode forward, each step echoing.

"Old Zhao! Lina! Sisters from Guangxi! Everyone—hold on for three minutes!"

The communication channel exploded instantly!

Old Zhao roared out a rough folk song, his rhythm of striking the rock wall getting faster and faster;

Lina's morin khuur (horsehead fiddle) sound tore through the night sky like a wolf's howl;

The older women from Guangxi led the children in singing nursery rhymes in unison, each note like a nail driven into the silent sky.

Xiao Yin bit her finger in front of the control panel and smeared her blood on the core chip.

"Mother, forgive me for waking you up this way..." she whispered, "but this time, I don't want to mute you."

Her finger pressed down sharply—