I listened to my sister's words today.

After Yun Yiru finished breakfast, she felt sleepy and slept for more than an hour.

Suddenly, there was a "ding-ding-bang-bang" sound outside, as if someone was hitting something violently with an iron tool. The sharp and piercing sound broke the tranquility of the early morning.

Yun Yiruo frowned suddenly, her long eyelashes trembled slightly, and she reluctantly opened one eye.

He glanced hazily out the window, mumbling, "Who is it? Making such a noise so early in the morning... You must be sick..."

The voice was soft but with a hint of anger.

While complaining, he reached out to pull the quilt over his head, trying to block out the noise.

But the "ding ding bang bang" sound persisted, like an annoying mosquito, constantly drilling into her ears.

Yun Yiruo turned over and kicked her little feet impatiently twice, making the quilt rustle with her toes.

The tail swung angrily a few times, and finally it simply wrapped its fluffy tail around its ears to try to block out the sound.

However, this trick did not work.

The sound not only did not weaken, but became clearer and clearer, accompanied by intermittent human voices: "Harder! Hit it twice more! Faster, faster!"

Yun Yiruo had completely lost her patience, her face puffed up with anger, and her eyes were wide open.

Sitting up, he ruffled his messy hair and muttered, "Who's making so much noise outside? Are they deliberately preventing me from sleeping?"

He propped himself up and climbed out of bed, the bells on his ankles making crisp sounds as he walked on the floor, his tail dragging casually behind him.

She tiptoed to the window and carefully opened the curtains a little.

The scene outside immediately came into view—several strong men were surrounding a metal plate, hammering on it vigorously, as if they were repairing something.

There was a truck loaded with tools parked next to it, its engine churning.

Yun Yiruo got even angrier when she saw this: "It's too much to not let me rest well in the morning!"

With a snort, he turned and walked back to the bed from the window, his tail hanging lazily by the side of the bed, his ears folded into airplane ears, but the "ding ding bang bang" sound could still be heard.

"I'm furious!"

He sat on the edge of the bed angrily, covering his ears and trying to calm himself down.

But no matter how she covered her mouth, the sound still came in from the window, as if it was deliberately against her.

His little face turned red, his ears twitched in anger, and his tail seemed to have lost patience, sweeping back and forth irritably.

Yun Yiruo was so angry that she pounded the bed. She was helpless and furious, tossing and turning like a fish struggling on the beach.

While gritting his teeth, he couldn't help but curse softly: "Why can't you stop?!"

As a result, she wasn't paying attention and fell off the bed with a "thump" onto the cold wooden floor.

The sound was so loud that even the ding-ding-bang-bang sounds outside the window seemed to pause for a moment.

He was stunned for a few seconds, then his nose felt sore and his eyes quickly became moist. He felt aggrieved like a child whose candy had just been snatched away.

The two furry ears drooped even lower, and the tail hung to the ground, losing its former flexible swinging ability.

I tried to get up from the ground and reached out to grab the edge of the bed, but what I touched was the slippery quilt.

As soon as she pulled hard, she heard a "crash" sound and the whole quilt was pulled down by her, hitting her face heavily.

"Woo woo!" She uttered a short whimper in anger and struggled to pull the quilt off her head, but at that moment, she didn't notice that the sheets at her feet were also dragged into a tangled mess.

She had just climbed halfway up when she fell back with a "bang". This time her head hit the edge of the bed hard, and the pain almost made her cry.

"How can I be so unlucky!?"

Finally, he couldn't help it and sat on the floor with his head in his hands, motionless like a deflated ball, his ears drooping listlessly, and his tail also hanging limply on the floor, twitching occasionally.

She stared blankly ahead, her face filled with despair. But the ding-ding-bang-bang noises outside the window continued, like a merciless mockery, making her face even redder.

His mouth was pursed into a line, and he muttered through gritted teeth: "One day sooner or later, I will smash this broken thing!"

After a few seconds, he stood up suddenly, grabbed the quilt and threw it onto the bed, his movements filled with a bit of unwillingness and anger, but the quilt was not even made flat.

Its tail was already whipping the bed in annoyance, and it stood there with its cheeks puffed out, staring angrily out the window.

The old lady was originally in the kitchen carefully checking the items she needed to go out, but her attention was attracted by the harsh noise outside.

He paused, looked out the window, and heard a chaotic thud, like the dull thud of some metal object being dropped heavily on the ground.

The old lady's heart suddenly hung in her throat. She quickly put on a thick coat and walked quickly to the door.

Because the child was preparing to go out, he was placed in a room near the front door.

At the same time, Luo's mother was busy in the inner room, arranging the cut fruits neatly on the plate.

Suddenly, a slight noise was heard coming from the child's room, as if something was knocked to the ground, but the sound was deliberately lowered.

Luo's mother frowned slightly, immediately stopped what she was doing, turned around and walked towards the child's room.

The moment she pushed open the door, she was stunned by the scene in front of her.

The child was standing on the floor, his eyes red, his hair messy, his hand tightly grasping a corner of the quilt, looking angrily at the window.

"What's wrong, dear?" Luo's mother quickly put the cut fruit aside, her voice gentle but with a hint of anxiety.

Yun Yiruo heard a familiar voice, looked up at Luo's mother, and tears of grievance slid down her cheeks.

The next second, he dropped the quilt in his hand and threw himself into Luo's mother's arms like a frightened deer.

"Ouch, Aunt Luo, it hurts..."

When Luo's mother heard this, her heart suddenly tightened. She gently supported the child's small body and picked him up, her voice becoming softer.

"What's wrong? Where does it hurt? Tell auntie."

As he spoke, he looked at the child carefully, afraid of missing any details.

"Wow...head..."

Luo's mother quickly reached out and touched the child's forehead.

As soon as her fingertips touched it, her brows furrowed instantly. She felt the touch was cold but there was a slight bulge.

Luo's mother felt as if her heart was being grabbed.

He quickly patted the child's back and soothed him softly, "Be good, don't be afraid. Did you bump into something?"

"Auntie will get a towel and apply it to you. It won't hurt."

Yun Yiruo nodded with sobs, nestling in her arms and refusing to let go.

She held the child tightly, turned around and walked quickly back to the living room, and gently placed the child on the sofa, moving very carefully for fear of touching the swelling on the forehead.

"Good boy, wait for your auntie here. She will be back soon."

He stroked the child's soft hair, then stood up and walked quickly to the kitchen to find a towel, while looking out the window.