Chapter 447 Memories of the Frog God. Continued(1/2)
The child broke free from the big man holding his hand.
Of course, the reason why he successfully landed was because the man let go of his hand.
Otherwise, with his small body, he would never be able to get rid of the shackles of the great man.
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The child ran to the position where the frog god was, and stretched his arms out of his toes and pointed at the big frog.
"Big frog!"
"Really, isn't this a big frog?"
The child said loudly, his tender face exuded a lot of confusion and impatience, and a hint of vague grievance.
He didn't understand, even though the big frog was here, why did his parents say he was lying?
He didn't lie!
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The child stared at the big man and the middle-aged woman stubbornly.
His eyes were wide open, as if he was competing with others without blinking.
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The big man and the middle-aged woman were silent for a moment.
They looked at each other.
The middle-aged woman squatted down and placed her hands on the child's shoulders. She looked gentle and her voice was soft. "Stone, it's okay. It's your fault that you made the pillar's nose bleeding this time. It doesn't matter if your friends fight and make trouble, but be careful."
"I'll go to Zhuzi's house with my parents to apologize later."
"Mom believes that as long as you truly admit your mistake, Zhuzi will forgive you."
"Dad can scold you at most. Don't worry, mom will look at him and won't let dad hit you."
The middle-aged woman blinked naughtyly at the child.
Alas, really?
The child asked with his eyes shining brightly.
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He accidentally bleed the pillar before, and he was also panicked and even scared.
Especially when he saw Zhuzi's terrified expression and heard Zhuzi's miserable crying, he was panicked like never before.
The movement here attracted the attention of adults, and gradually some adults walked towards this side.
The child ran away without thinking.
Thinking about it now, he was also worried about Zhuzi, after all, Zhuzi was his good friend.
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Moreover, his father's expression was too terrifying. Although he had been suffering from great troubles since childhood, this time was definitely the worst. Even though he was no longer afraid of his father's bad face, he was rarely scared this time.
Now that he received his mother's guarantee, he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief in his heart.
You know, although my father is tall and strong, he has no choice but to his thin and weak mother.
As long as my mother says, my father will basically not violate it.
However, most of the time, mothers respect their father's opinions very much and rarely give the opposite views.
Therefore, once the mother says it, the father will not refuse any request from her mother.
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"So, stone."
“No need to lie.”
“Things aren’t bad enough to get rid of by lying.”
No one knows a child better than a mother. She is a mother who knows clearly what a child thinks.
She has always loved and hated her children's cleverness.
However, if this cleverness is used incorrectly, the problem will be big.
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"no."
The child suddenly felt like he was speechless. He stuttered his lips and said all his previous plans in a bamboo tube, "I'm lying, no, it's not actually a lie."
"I just guessed that this big frog was the incarnation of the Rain God, thinking that this would make my father feel relieved."
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"But, this frog is really here!"
"I really didn't lie!"
The child's expression became excited and shouted anxiously.
His fingers kept pointing at the location of the Frog God above, and he looked like he wanted to poke his finger on the Frog God.
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“…Stone, I’m very disappointed.”
The middle-aged woman stared at the child's eyes seriously, allowing the child to clearly see the disappointment and confusion in his eyes, "Why do you want to lie?"
Why tell such an obvious lie?
Why do you have to stick to this lie even if it is exposed?
When did this child become like this? He is full of lies and still refuses to admit his mistakes.
The middle-aged woman was very angry and a little sad. Did they ignore this child too much?
So I can't understand what the child does at this time.
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The middle-aged woman's eyes hit the child like a needle.
The child couldn't help but tremble all over.
His nose suddenly became sour and his eyes were a little red.
The child was so stubborn that he refused to shed tears.
The depression and grievances of being wronged made him feel very uncomfortable.
Even more wronged by his closest parents, the child suddenly lost control of his emotions.
He yelled like an vent, his voice a little hoarse: "I didn't lie, I didn't lie, I didn't lie!"
"There's a big frog here!"
"It's just a big frog!"
Speaking of this, the child's voice had a clear and more swallowing voice.
Tears finally slid down uncontrollably.
The child opened his eyes wide and tried to tighten his face, as if he would not cry in this way.
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Seeing the child's pitiful and stubborn appearance, the middle-aged woman felt very embarrassed.
She reached out and gently wiped away the tears rolling from the child's cheeks.
Her child has been naughty since childhood. He has been scolded and beaten by his father too much. Except for crying a few times at the beginning, he rarely sees him crying later.
Even later, every time the child's father wanted to scold the child, he had to go through a scattered "chasing" to catch the child and let him listen to the scolding obediently.
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Such a wronged child has been missing for a long time.
It’s not that I pretended to be pitiful after every prank exposed or caused trouble before, but that I was really sad.
She saw such a sad child for the first time.
She couldn't help but turn her head to look at the big man: "The child's father..."
There was a bit of hesitation and hesitation in his expression.
Did this child really see a frog?
However, she immediately noticed the man's strange and solemn expression. It was not the heavy feeling when he found out that the child was lying, but the fact that there was something else in it.
What is it...
The middle-aged woman couldn't tell it for a moment.
To be continued...