There was a loud bang.

　　The dome overhead broke with a bang, Gu Baishang's hand was fishing for the little boy was scared and cried out.

　　The body sinks a few dozen centimeters, and overhead are the panicked cries of the medical staff -

　　"Dr. Gu?"

　　"How are you doing, Dr. Gu?"

　　The aftershocks lasted for a short time.

　　But the ruins of the building were unbearable, and a secondary collapse occurred under the aftershock waves.

　　The good thing is that such a shocking collapse always leaves a gap.

　　That small gap can only allow the body of a child under five years old to pass through.

　　She fetched the child with one hand, like a mother coaxing him gently: "Good boy, I will hold you up later, you have to try to put your hands up."

　　The little boy was sobbing and choking, and his little face was soiled with dust, somewhat similar to the child she remembered.

　　She smiled a little and tried hard to endure the pain that pressed half of her body after the collapse, pulled the child to her side, stretched out her hands to hold the child's waist, and tried hard to hold him upwards.

　　The child cried like she had explained and struggled to reach out her little hand.

　　As his hands struggled to stretch out like saplings sprouting toward the sky, instantly countless arms reached out from outside that tiny gap on one side.

　　"Grab ......"

　　"Good boy, this will pull you up."

　　"Dr. Gu, hold on, the child was pulled up to get you out."

　　Outside the medical staff and rescue team struggled to grab that child's hand, the child from the gap pulled out a little.

　　Gu Baisheng did not dare to relax or let go.

　　She was so afraid, afraid that this child, like his children, would also become a cold, tiny corpse.

　　"Dr. Gu, the child is pulling up, you hold on."

　　The child's tiny body was carried away through the slit opening that let in the light.

　　Gu Baisheng heart heaved a sigh of relief, curved his lips and looked down at his lower body, which was pressed by the rubble.

　　Then reached out from the pocket of the white coat and with difficulty pulled out the somewhat worn out old-fashioned cell phone.

　　The people above are still straining to organize a rescue.

　　Reassuring her, reassuring her that she must get him out of the way came a constant stream of voices.

　　She all responded, "I'm holding on, don't you worry."

　　However, the hand started typing on the phone.

　　It was a text message from her mother that she sent every day after she arrived in the cold river disaster area -

　　"Shengsheng, did you have a good meal today?"

　　She routinely replied, "Eaten, don't worry mom."

　　After replying, he went to reply to the next text message that had Song Frost's name written on it with only four words, "I'll be there tomorrow."

　　After thinking about it, Gu Baisheng did not reply.

　　Further down the page is a text message from seven years ago.

　　She left it for seven years and waited every day for a reply, but never received a second message from this number.

　　She asked him every day, "Chengbi, when are you coming back? I want to tell you the good news."

　　There day after day, year after year, seven years without a word of reply.

　　Instead of posting the same sentence 　　this time, she smiled a little, leapt her fingers quickly and typed a different sentence than before.

　　"Chengbi, I'm trapped by the earthquake, if I get out this time, you'll come and marry me quickly, OK?"

　　The last word has just been typed.

　　Before you have time to press the send button, the surrounding area suddenly a vibration.

　　The ruins of the building overhead came crashing down.

　　Gu Baisheng only felt a heavy sound of stones falling to the ground in his ears, and then the whole person fell into a darkness.

　　......

　　When I woke up again, I was hearing a cry outside the window.

　　There was a very familiar voice crying out her name: "Xiao Bai, you heartless brat! I raised you so much, why did you just leave like that?"

　　That's the voice of the mother.

　　She hurriedly got up from the hospital bed and flung herself down to the window to look out.

　　Downstairs, people were carrying the coffin with the body to the funeral home, and her mother was in the procession.

　　The people in the same ward next to him, also looking down from the window, sighed: "How tragic, Gu Baisheng is a very good surgeon."

　　"Yeah, she did my son's surgery last year? I can't believe he died in the earthquake rescue at such a young age!"

　　Gu Baisheng opened his mouth and looked at his hand incredulously.

　　But isn't she alive?