小米这天没上课,在家静养。床上的小米,感觉躺在甲板上,在海面漂荡。其实,两天前伴随着头痛,她就觉得有点微热,不过没太在意。不料竟高烧起来,两颊绯红,食欲不振,极度虚弱又极度亢奋。医生说摄氏38.9度。也许是自己免疫力太弱,小米无力地想。服过药,妈妈从冰箱里取出冰袋,用毛巾裹了,贴在小米额头上。妈妈轻轻关上卧室门,凉意丝丝渗进大脑中。好像Robinson也是这样,在她不在意的时候,在网络那一端微笑着对她说:“你真好玩。”小米莫名其妙。“就会玩,不学习。”他又 Millet did not have class this day, rest at home. The bed of millet, feeling lying on the deck, floating in the sea. In fact, two days ago with a headache, she felt a little bit hot, but not too concerned about. Unexpectedly unexpectedly high fever, cheeks crimson, loss of appetite, extreme weakness and extreme excitement. The doctor said 38.9 degrees Celsius. Maybe my immunity is too weak, millet weakness to think. Served medicine, my mother removed from the refrigerator ice bag, wrapped with a towel, affixed to the millet forehead. Mum gently closed the bedroom door, cool slightest infiltrated the brain. As Robinson did, too, smiling at her on the other end of the page when she did not mind: “You’re so funny.” Millet baffled. “Will play, do not learn. ” He again