他和她是同桌。那天,他拿着铅笔刀,削着手里的铅笔。她坐在旁边看着。他一不小心,割破了手指,血流了出来,不多,只是一粒血珠而己。她睁大眼睛,说道:“血、血……”他摇着头,轻松地一笑,告诉她,没事儿,不疼。可是,她脸色煞白,指着他的手指,仍然惊叫道:“血、血……”然后,嘴唇发白,眼睛一闭,倒了下去。他吓坏了,连忙大声喊叫着。老师跑来,看见了,告诉他,这是晕血,不要紧,过一会儿就会好的。果然,不一会儿,她醒了,仍叫着:“血……” He and she are at the same table. That day, he took a pencil sharpener, cut the pencil in his hand. She sat next to watch. He accidentally cut his fingers, blood flow out, not much, just a bloodshot. She widened her eyes and said: “Blood, blood ...” He shook his head and smiled easily and told her that nothing, no pain. However, her face pale, pointing to his fingers, still exclaimed: “blood, blood ... ” Then, lips white, eyes closed, fell down. He was terrified and shouted quickly. The teacher came and saw it and told him it was bloody, it does not matter, it will be okay for a while. Sure enough, a moment later, she woke up and still shouted: “Blood ...”