地震过后,陈芳和儿子王立华被埋在了废墟下。一根水泥柱子倒下来正巧压住了陈芳的脑袋,她当场就死了,但是她放心不下七岁的儿子。她知道如果自己离开儿子的身边,那儿子八成会失去活下去的信心,撑不到救援的到来。“小华,你还在吗?”陈芳喊道。“妈妈,我没事,但是这里好可怕。”听到儿子的声音,陈芳一直悬着的心放下了:“没事儿,妈妈陪着你,再过不久救援就来了。”血的香味从儿子那边传过来,陈芳强忍住鬼的本能安慰儿子道。 After the earthquake, Chen Fang and his son Wang Lihua were buried under the rubble. A concrete pillar collapsed just happened to hold Chen Fang’s head, she died on the spot, but she could not rest until her seven-year-old son. She knew that if she left her son’s side, her son would lose the confidence of living Bacheng, can not support the arrival of the rescue. “Xiaohua, are you still?” Chen Fang shouted. “Mom, I’m fine, but horrible here.” “I heard my son’s voice, Chen Fang has been hanging heart down: ” nothing, my mother with you, and then soon the rescue came. " The smell of blood passed over from the son, Chen Fang-Qiang hold back the ghost’s instinct to comfort his son Road.