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The bell rang after class. It was only the first day of the junior high school at that time, but it was not like now. Instead, all the agitation in the mind emerged after class. I dragged him to run in the corridor. He was taller than me at that time, and more mature and stable than me. He was not very talkative at ordinary times, but became my best friend.

Mercedes Benz was in the corridor. I looked back. The sun passed through the glass and gold powder was sprayed on his calm and upright face. As I ran, my hands felt numb. It seemed that something was wrong. I stopped my steps and raised my hands to look. Ah, I shouted. A stream of red blood flowed down with the tiger's mouth, and severe pain accompanied by the cry passed into the brain, The red blood of the wound seemed to have no intention of stopping. Looking back at him, his calm face seemed to be a little flustered at this time, frowned, and he suddenly grabbed my right hand and ran downstairs.

When I arrived at the clinic, I carefully looked at my wound. An inch long wound was engraved on the top of the tiger's mouth of my left hand. There was a little rust on it. My eyebrows could not help frowning, and my right hand was clenched into a fist. It seemed that he was using this way to vent his pain. His left hand could not stop shaking. He didn't know what he was talking about with the doctor, but only made an inaudible voice.

After a while, he came over and looked a little ugly. The doctor said you would break the cold and it might hurt. Just fight. Anyway, I'm not afraid of my arrogance as always. In fact, I'm afraid of it! He glanced at me blankly, as if thinking of something, pushed the door open and ran out. The doctor came over and dispensed the medicine, jokingly saying: Who is he? Your brother? By the way, he pointed out the door. No, just a good friend of mine. The doctor took the medicine and put it on hold. It's so good. Friends are rare, but he cares about you very much. He thought he was your brother! The heart trembled, and the hand wiping the wound stopped and smiled.

After a while, he ran back panting, carrying some food and a towel. Why did you go to the canteen? Buy you a towel. It doesn't hurt so much. Looking at the way he held a towel, he choked. Although he didn't talk much at ordinary times, he was the one who poured all the bitterness on me. Now he regrets that I was impatient with him at that time.

Although I am not in a school now, I always miss him in my heart. Looking at the scar on my left hand, it may be the witness of our friendship. My eyes are wet, because when I think about it, my heart is full of emotion.