Chapter 5047 Silence
"mom!"

My sister looked excited, "Take it away!"

"No!"

"Throw it away!"

"I don't want to see it!"

"Disgusting!"

"mom!"

"Hurry up!"

My sister's voice is about to break.

……

"I know, I know."

Mom reached out and picked up the turtle.

Throw it directly out of the window.

The turtle was not given any time to react.

"All right."

Mom smiled at her sister.

"Throw it away."

"never mind."

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My sister looked around in shock, "Really?"

"It's not here anymore?"

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"real."

Mom nodded, "You won't see it again."

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My sister finally put her worries to rest.

"…Where did the turtle come from?"

My sister is very angry.

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"correct."

Mom frowned.

"You'll have to ask your brother."

"Who asked you to come to your brother's room?"

"Are you scared?"

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"I'm just here to get some napkins."

My sister raised the napkin in her hand and said with a bit of grievance.

"That bastard..."

My sister said angrily.

"Who told him to keep a turtle at home?"

"Mom, look at him..."

……

"it is good."

Mom nodded and said, "I'll talk to him when he comes back."

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"How did it get out?"

The little boy was surprised.

"It can't crawl out of the bowl."

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"Because I knocked the bowl over."

My sister even said it with some confidence.

There was no thought of hiding anything.

Why hide it?

It's not her fault.

It was my younger brother’s fault for secretly raising a turtle at home.

"Who told you to keep a turtle at home?"

Before the little boy could react to her answer, the sister "complained first".

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The little boy's train of thought was suddenly disrupted.

Who made him...

No one let him...
He secretly raised it...

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"Mother."

The elder sister looked at the mother very proudly, "He admitted that he secretly raised a turtle."

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"Where did you get the turtle?"

The mother looked at the little boy with a slightly gloomy expression.

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The little boy was a little scared.

His expression suddenly became somewhat embarrassed.

He picked at the chopsticks unconsciously.

"Yes...it was given to me by the store manager uncle."

The little boy's voice became much softer.

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"Uncle store manager?"

Mom wondered, "Which store manager uncle?"

"Why did he give you a turtle?"

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"It's the store where you bought the goldfish for your sister before..."

The little boy explained hesitantly.

"You forgot me there..."

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"Are you accusing me?"

Mom frowned.

"It's your fault for not following us closely."

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little boy:……

He actually didn't mean to make any accusations at all.

He was simply stating a fact.

But my mother's words...
It hurt him again.

in the end…..
Is it still his fault?

So mom is angry?

The genius never came to see him that day?
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"continue."

The mother urged the child.

"and then?"

……

then……

The little boy was stunned for a moment before continuing what he had said before.

"…The store manager found out that I was lost from my family, so he called the police for me and gave me a little turtle."

Thinking of the kind store manager uncle, the little boy smiled slightly.

I feel a little better.

The store manager is very nice. The policeman is also very nice.

They were all very nice to him.

……

But my mother's mood did not improve.

"You accepted it when someone gave it to you?"

My mother's voice rose, "Hasn't I told you many times?"

“Don’t take things given to you by strangers.”

“Who knows if they are good people?”

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The little boy pursed his lips.

Uncle store manager...

Be a good person.

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"Besides..."

Mom frowned, "Didn't I tell you a long time ago?"

“You’re not allowed to keep turtles at home.”

"Why do you still keep it?"

"You turned a deaf ear to your mother's words, didn't you?"

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"Yes."

My sister nodded.

"Mom said we're not allowed to keep turtles at home."

"I don't know why you want to keep a turtle?"

“The turtle is so ugly…”

The color is awful.

Looks fierce.

....
“The turtle is not ugly.”

The little boy justifies his turtle's name.

“Why can’t we keep turtles?”

The little boy didn't understand, "Don't you have a goldfish?"

My sister has a lot of goldfish.

Obviously my sister can raise goldfish.

Why can't he keep a turtle?
Turtle and goldfish...

Isn’t it almost the same?

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"My goldfish is so pretty."

My sister said as a matter of course.

“Your turtle is so ugly.”

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The little boy took a deep breath.

I couldn't help yelling, "Your goldfish is ugly!"

"How terrible it is to have those big bulging eyes!"

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"What's so ugly about a goldfish?"

The sister was unhappy about the little boy's random attack.

"Goldfish are so pretty."

The scales that seemed to glow in the sparkling water, the gorgeous colors, the graceful dancing posture...
"You have no vision at all."

"You think turtles are pretty, what else can I say?"

My sister is very eloquent.

The rebuttal left the little boy speechless.

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"Then you can't throw away my turtle!"

the little boy yelled.

"How could you..."

The little boy shed tears, "How can I..."

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"What's not allowed?"

The mother was a little impatient, "Didn't I tell you that we are not allowed to keep turtles at home?"

"You secretly raised a turtle first, and now that mom has discovered it, I will help you deal with it."

"no more chance."

The mother warned the little boy.

“Don’t keep a turtle in your home.”

"You scared your sister."

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Big tears flowed from the little boy's eyes.

How could this be……

So unfair?

Why can my sister raise goldfish?
Can’t he keep a turtle?

His little turtle was given to him by the store manager uncle.

I didn't spend my mom's money.

"…That's the little turtle that the store manager gave me…"

“You didn’t buy it with your own money.”

"Why did you throw away my little turtle?"

The little boy cried bitterly.

The voice was muffled and accusing.

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Mom frowned.

"stop fighting."

"Eat quickly."

"When you're done, go back to your room and do your homework."

"Have you finished the homework your mother assigned to you?"

"At your age now, sister..."

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The sounds in my ears became increasingly blurry.

The little boy lowered his head.

He took a mouthful of rice and put it into his mouth.

The little boy almost vomited his food.

Tears fell on the rice.

Makes the rice bitter and salty.

The little boy was even sadder.

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What saddened the little boy the most was something very sad for him...

To my mother and sister, it was just a trivial matter.

No one cares about them.

And blamed him for his extreme behavior.

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The little boy couldn't explain it.

It is also impossible to refute.

He could only accept it.

I can only remain silent.