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

Duoduo suddenly looked up, and the voice recorder in her hand lit up with a red light, with a series of waveforms jumping wildly.

“Impossible… These frequencies… are broadcast signals from three hundred years ago! And underground radio stations! Erased protest rallies! They… they’ve all come back to life in the data stream!” She read aloud the words that flashed on the screen, her voice trembling, “'We refuse to be silent'… 'Please remember our names'…”

Xiao Yin covered her mouth, tears unexpectedly rolling down her cheeks.

She opened her mouth and whistled again—

This time, a sharp, high-frequency sound pierced the air, like a silver needle piercing the silence!

"It's ringing!" she screamed. "My voice is back!"

The gray child pounded on the war drum, and the drumhead exploded with a deafening roar—one, two, three times! It was as if an ancient war drum had been reawakened!

"Hahaha! My voice is back!" he laughed wildly. "The whole city... is fucking alive!"

Su Ting looked up and saw the planet-sized transparent container slowly disintegrating, with countless frozen figures drifting down with the stream of light, like a reverse snowfall.

They remained silent, but a faint light shone in each of their chests—the sound core was beating again.

"Xiaoman..." he whispered, "What exactly did you do?"

Xiaoman finally opened her eyes.

Her eyes were no longer sparkling blue, but deep as the night sky, as if they held millions of stars about to awaken.

She gently released his hand and took a step back.

Then--

She raised her hand and pointed to the deepest part of the sky.

“Listen,” she said. This time, it was a whisper that reached everyone’s ears.

Then, the wind picked up.

It wasn't an ordinary wind.

It's the wind carrying a melody.

In the distance, between the buildings, the first sound rang out—

"jingle……"

It was the wind chime by the well that had no chime; it rang by itself without anyone shaking it.

Then, the second sound—

Deep within the subway, in an abandoned carriage, a rusty bell jingles.

Third tone —

On the windowsill of someone's house, a broken ocarina was blown by the wind, emitting a long, mournful sound.

Fourth tone, fifth tone, sixth tone...

The entire city, all the voices that had been discarded, forgotten, or sealed away, awakened at the same moment.

“This is…” The old man shakily raised the copper bell. This time, a voice finally came from inside the bell, deep as a sigh, “All the unrecorded songs… are responding to her.”

Looking at Xiaoman's profile, Su Ting suddenly felt that she was both very far away and very close to him.

"Are you going to wake them all up?" he asked.

Xiaoman nodded: "Every frozen name, every cut melody, every unspoken word... I will return them all."

"And what about your own voice?" he gritted his teeth. "Can you still sing?"

She looked at him and gently shook her head.

“The sound of spring cannot be sung by ‘singers’,” she smiled, “it must be sung by the ‘world’.”

Suddenly, the female body in the center slowly raised her hand, palm facing upward.

A beam of silver light descended, like a bridge, spanning the sky and pointing directly to Xiaoman (the 8th solar term).

The woman's lips remained closed, yet her voice was etched directly into everyone's minds:

“You have passed the ‘Test of Listening,’ sister. Now, you may choose: seal the Winter Box and let silence endure forever; or release the ‘Winter Voice’ and restart the ‘cycle of the seasons.’”

"What's the price?" Xiaoman asked.

“If we choose to restart…” the woman’s voice was filled with sorrow, “the sounds of spring will vanish completely, and you will no longer be a singer. And once the sounds of winter return, a cold wave will sweep across the city—not destruction, but purification. All machines that rely on sound will collapse, all false noise will be washed away…only the true sound will survive on this land.”

Chapter 1402 This is too risky

The air is stagnant.

Duoduo's face turned pale: "Then...our communication system, recording equipment, loudspeakers...will all fail?"

“Yes,” Xiaoman replied softly, “but whistles can sound, drums can beat, and people’s hearts can sing.”

"This is too risky!" the gray child shouted. "Without equipment, how can we fight against the remnants of the system? How can we organize a resistance?"

“Maybe…” Xiaoyin looked down at her slightly heated vocal cords, “we don’t need to ‘fight’ anymore. Maybe… we just need to ‘exist’.”

After a long silence, Su Ting finally spoke: "Have you made up your mind?"

Xiaoman looked at him, her eyes as clear as the first snow.

"My mother once said that spring is not about conquering winter, but about welcoming it home."

She raised her hand, her palm pointing towards the bridge of silver light.

"I choose... for the seasons to remain the same."

The moment the words left his mouth, the Silver Bridge exploded!

Thousands of ice crystals fell like a shower of stars, each one enveloping the figure of a sleeping being, slowly descending to the earth.

From the remains of the black box, a deep, chilling current rose, coiling like a dragon and emitting a low, mournful roar—

That was the "sound of winter," finally awakening.

It hovered over the city, spreading a chill, yet without any murderous intent, like a breath that was three hundred years late.

Suddenly, the cold air trembled violently and plunged down—

Heading straight for Xiaoman!

"No!" Su Ting roared, and slashed out with his sword!

The blade flashed like a rainbow, but froze and shattered the moment it touched the cold air.

"Don't be afraid." Xiaoman reached out and stood in front of him.

She opened her arms to welcome the cold song.

A cold front enveloped her, and silvery-white frost patterns spread across her skin, from her fingertips to her neck, as if she were wearing a long robe of ice crystals.

She didn't struggle, she just closed her eyes and whispered:

"Sister...I've come to take you home."

In an instant——

The cold wave is coming back!

All the falling ice crystals suddenly stopped, then slowly melted, turning into a drizzle that gently fell.

Those who were sealed away in their slumber opened their eyes in the rain.

Their lips were still sealed with ice needles, but their heartbeats began to resonate with the earth.

The old man knelt on the ground, the copper bell in his palm ringing wildly.

"They...they heard it...'Heartbeats' can transmit sound!" He cried, tears streaming down his face. "No need for a mouth...no need for tools...as long as you truly want to speak...you can be heard!"

Duoduo looked down and saw that the screen of her voice recorder was off, but she could still hear a girl's voice in her ear:

"Thank you... for saving my last entry in my diary."

She looked up abruptly: "These are... the missing persons from the day District 12 was emptied?!"

Xiao Yin suddenly covered her ears, but then laughed: "I heard it... thousands upon thousands of people humming... like a tide... surging up from the ground..."

The gray child slammed his fist on the ground, and the war drums automatically resounded, their rhythm echoing the sounds of drumming from somewhere in the distance.

“They…are tapping their bodies to the beat…are using their heartbeats to exchange signals…a new sound network…is being woven…” His voice trembled. “This is ten thousand times stronger than the system-controlled ‘sound network’!”

Su Ting stood still, the tip of his knife touching the ground.

He looked at Xiaoman.

The frost on her body was melting, but her figure appeared clearer than ever before.

She slowly turned around and walked towards him.

One step, two steps.

Then, she raised her hand in the rain and gently touched his face.

Her lips moved.

No sound.

But he heard it—