Is This a Singing Opera?

The next day at dawn, along Shun Feng Street, above Da Feng Ge Fruit Co., Zhao Yu's severe coughing sound could be heard.

"Cough cough… Cough cough…"

Whenever Zhao Yu started coughing, Daheng would echo him by barking from the balcony.

"Gosh, are you alright?" Miao Ying lay in bed, gently sweeping her long fringe off her forehead, and murmured to herself, "You are coughing every single day. Do you need to go for a checkup? Tsk…Tsk…"

Miao Ying tossed around in the soft bed and heard Zhao Yu's excited voice from the bathroom again, "Oh yeah!"

"Gosh, what sickness is he suffering from?" When Miao Ying put her hands down, her long fringe covered her whole face.

"Woof woof..." Maybe Daheng sensed something, as it started barking again.

"Come on dear, let's go!" Zhao Yu ran back into the house, barefoot with excitement, and tugged at Miao Ying's arm. "Let's go back to my hometown and have fun!"

"Woof woof…"