According to my brother, I chased him from home to the village because he bit my chicken leg. Anyway, I don't remember whether I chased it that far. The only thing I remember is that I was criticized by my mother when I got home, but I still refused to admit my mistake. It is stubborn to think that the chicken leg is mine, and no one can bite it! Mother saw that I not only hit my brother with a drumstick, but also dared to talk back. I was so angry that I grabbed my braid and was about to fight.
what can I do? I was desperate, too. My chicken legs were eaten and my mother beat me. I cried until my mother slapped me, thinking that I cried so hard that my mother wouldn't hit me when she saw her soft-hearted face. Who knows, when I cry, my mother is not only not soft-hearted, but even more angry. She raised her hand high and was about to bang. Little me, the braid is still in my mother's hand, and I can't get rid of it at all. Seeing that the "tears offensive" is invalid, I can't escape a beating. In desperation, I had to start hiding from my mother. Imagine that my mother is the center and my braid is the radius. It's not very funny. What is even more exasperating is that my brother is biting a chicken leg and watching this scene happily. Tut tut, it's such a wonderful childhood memory that now my brother and I joke about it every time. We call it a "tragedy" caused by a chicken leg. Such an interesting childhood story always makes me feel inexplicably cute when I come to adulthood.