I remember when I was a child, my brother and I were playing games. He couldn't beat me and stubbornly broke the vase. His behavior was accompanied by a shrill voice, which really scared me. Looking at the broken glass on the ground, I said to him in some horror: "Haha, you are finished, you are waiting to be scolded by your grandmother!" " Brother. "The younger brother said angrily," Okay, okay, I'm going to be beaten, so what? "I'm not afraid at all." "You" ... when we had enough quarrels, grandma came back and saw the mess on the ground. She immediately squatted down and said, "Who did this?" "Grandma, my sister broke this." My brother bit me. "What do you mean? It's obviously your fault." Grandma took a look at her brother, then gave me a stern look and said, "Your brother is still young. You did it. " "No." I quickly stopped. "Elder sister, you also too will pack! I'm really ashamed of you. " My brother is fanning the flames "I didn't do it. Why should I be ashamed? You should pay attention. " I'm not to be outdone. You! My brother is a little guilty. "Good good, don't make noise. It must be you, Danny. You don't have to quibble any more. " Grandma said.
At this time, I have a dumb feeling of eating Rhizoma Coptidis-I can't say how bitter it is. I looked at my grandmother piteously, hoping that she would give me another chance to explain, but she wouldn't even give me room to turn around. Regardless, the real culprit is schadenfreude!
"Brother, I hope you don't do this again." I thought angrily in my heart and stared at my brother.
I finally realized the helplessness of "scapegoat"!