At night, my fever reached 40 degrees. God, the high temperature of 40 degrees burned me like an ant on hot bricks, and I couldn't help but feel tight: what can I do? I have an appointment with Xiaoming to go to the library to study science and culture all night.

We are all students facing the nervous mid-term exam. I am in Grade Two and Xiaoming is in Grade Three. I feel that my level is not mixed with those children with secondary diseases around me. Therefore, in the vast sea of people, I chose Xiaoming as my friend.

This is our first intimate date. How romantic. As long as I think of that night, I feel so drunk: the night is gentle and the moonlight is like water. Xiaoming and I each study hard with an English tutorial. The incandescent lamp in the library gives off a faint light, as if cheering for us. Occasionally, when you are tired, you make casual eye contact, smile at each other, and your face can't help but float a little red. .....

During the high fever, I seemed to see Xiaoming reciting words gently. Xiao Ming took my skirt and said to me, "Xiao Gang, shall we dictate words to each other?"

How can I stand up?

High fever? That's not important. What?

My mother came to take care of me. She wetted the towel and put it on my bangs. She looked at me with loving eyes half worried and half distressed, just like an old hen hatching eggs. My mother's eyes touched me.

"Mom," I said in a weak but firm voice, "bring me my library card, as well as English books, exercise books, pencils, pens and erasers …" I explained everything in detail and my heart was filled with joy. I'm still awake. My heart is like a mirror, and I clearly remember what to bring later.

"By the way, there are two pots of boiling water." I added.

“Ganger！” Mom jumped on me: "No, you are sick!" " "Her eyes, so sad, but there is a faint relief.

"no, mom!" I bit my lip. "I want to study!"

"You can also study at home. Mom will bring you BBK Point Reader.

"Mom, I ..." I hesitated, and a clear tear rolled from the corner of my eye. I thought of Xiao Ming, who must be waiting for me at the library gate.

But I- ....

My mobile phone rang, and Beethoven gave Alice wonderful music.

It's Xiao Ming. I picked it up with a little trepidation.

"Xiao Gang, why don't you come?" Xiaoming's voice, so concerned and so beautiful, flows into my heart like a clear spring.

"Xiao Ming ..." My voice is hoarse. "I might ..."

"I can't go?" My voice choked in my throat, so cruel, what should I say?

"Xiao gang, don't worry. It was a long night. I can wait for you. " Xiao Ming's voice, so open and innocent, reminds me of his progressive board and simple and honest smile on his face.

"I was reading in front of the library. When you didn't come, I lent the book out. The library wouldn't let the caller talk." Xiao Ming rambled, "I'm reading a story about a samurai meeting his friends when the chrysanthemums were in full bloom, but the samurai couldn't come from a different place when the chrysanthemums were in full bloom the next year, so the samurai cut off his head and his soul traveled thousands of miles to meet his friends at night."

"It's silly, but it's so touching."

"Well, wait for me." I whispered, kicked it away, held my crying mother in my lap, and held a step-by-step reader in my hand.

"At home. . . . You can also study ... "My mother cried on the ground with a nosebleed.

"No, I'm not studying! ! This is for ... "I'm not for love, not for Xiaoming's friendship.

I did it for honesty. You must do what you promised others.

I took out the thermometer rubbed under my arm. It's already 42 degrees. However, I didn't care.

I opened the door, and the cool wind blew my body, and my heart was full of pride.