On the way home, I kept thinking, what should I call it?

When I got home, I put it in a small basin and shouted decisively: "Turtle seedlings~"

The turtle seedlings were bought from an old woman pushing a tricycle on the street, when a glass tank was in a dark green net, and about eight little green turtles kept stretching their claws upward, only the turtle seedlings sank down, quietly staying in place, relieved to let the turtle's feet step on themselves from time to time, leisurely and serious squinting eyes through the glass to look at the strange world outside.

After hesitating for three seconds, I finally went home with him and two bags of turtle feed.

It's still quite lively on the road, and I've been thinking about how to escape, and when I get home, I stay in the small pot and the whole turtle is stupid. I sat on the cold floor, looked at it, probably irritated by my gaze, and got up from the basin with my back and snapped my limbs, and fell on all fours.

I laughed unceremoniously and gave it a chance to turn over, but it was quite backbone, deliberately slipping on the tiles, and then completely relying on its own turtle strength to turn over.

This is where our battle begins.

It's not suitable for it in the living room, at least, I don't dare to let it crawl around, what if it is stepped on and trampled to death? Witty, I moved its home to a corner of my balcony and made a nest full of love for it, but the turtle seedlings were not happy. However, since I am the master, you must at least listen to me, little one.

The balcony is basking in the west, the sun is scorching after one o'clock in the afternoon, I will take the turtle seedlings out to slip, it is the old man who likes to compete with me at any time, I grabbed its shell and came out, some can't bear its short and thick calves dangling, after all, it first arrived, I don't know the consequences of staying long will be roasted.

In the evening, when the sun receded from its heat, a cool breeze sprinkled some water on the ground, and its rations were placed, and the "bowl", less than 20 centimeters high, contained just enough water to cover the turtle seedlings and a few pebbles with patterns. Whether it's land or shallows, it's up to you to choose. On the side, there are lush lilies, pansies in bloom, and a small mulberry tree, which is a pleasant sight.

However, turtle seedlings like to climb to the iron railing, if they can't climb up, they will probably jump off the building.

A week had passed, and while I was staring at it, there was not a drop of water, not a single feed had been eaten, and the strength to crawl around seemed to be exhausted, and I squatted there motionless wherever I moved. When it's not sticking out its head, it's like a green spot on a tile.

Another few days passed, even the head did not want to touch the air, I took the pen, knocked on its turtle shell, dingdong, but still did not see it react, felt something, I dropped the pen, picked up the turtle seedling, teased it to stick out its head, for this reason, I also despicably put it deliberately upside down, this is how it was barely stretched out, but, the good times did not last long, not a few minutes only saw the shell.

On the twenty-first day of the transfer to my hands, it died.

The reason why I say it is twenty-two days is because I didn't count the day I took it home, and we were still strangers on that day.

For the death of the turtle seedling, only the mother is gloating, she said, your eyes are terrible, but you chose a turtle that is about to die.

Whether it's right or wrong, I still believe in my own glimpse.