Do you still remember the most touching thing when you first fell in love?

My first love was a high school classmate. The most touching thing he ever did was that one night during self-study, I had a severe stomachache, so he pretended that he had a sore foot and lied to the class teacher, and went out to buy it for me. Got some medicine and lots of hot food. Now that I think about it, I still want it. The simple touch I felt back then is really worth remembering.

High school classmates are not in the same class after being divided into subjects. Our class classroom is next to the toilet, and their class is at the other end of the corridor. A week into the sports day, he dislocated his heel while playing football. It was such a coincidence that my stomach suddenly started to hurt that night during self-study, and it was so painful that I couldn't stand up. After coming out of the toilet, I bit my finger and went back to the classroom. I happened to meet the idiot who came to the toilet. I was in so much pain that I was unconscious and didn't even look at him.

Our *** told a friend about what happened later, and he later roughly admitted it. After he returned to the classroom, he was taking out his schoolbag for self-study in the middle of the semester. He took out the leave request note issued by his class teacher because of his dislocated foot. He raised his hand to interrupt the teacher's lecture and said, "Teacher, my foot hurts and I have to go out to buy medicine."

The monitor carried him down the stairs half-carried and half-carried, and he started running and rushed to the drugstore to buy medicine. The last thing I received was a large packet of medicine for stomachache and aunt's pain, and a packet of heated bread. His legs were crippled and he couldn't move. His parents came to pick him up after school.

After that, we still didn’t talk much at the sports meeting for various reasons. He ran the last leg of the relay. His feet hurt so much that he almost fell down. The idiot saw me and kept staring. What else could I do? I consciously stepped forward to help the idiot. The classmates kept cheering, regardless of whether the teacher was there or not. , I lowered my head and heard the fool chuckle.

The first thing he said when we were alone was, I thought you wouldn’t come to help me. The second sentence says, does the bread taste good? Pick the one you like. I replied, "This classmate, I don't want to answer anything. Do you know how heavy you are?" The fool chuckled again. In short, he is a big fool that I will never forget.