Chapter 778: Dilemma of loyalty and filial piety since ancient times

Zhao Ping An was silent for a while, and finally raised his head to look at Su Yang, then slowly nodded: "I use this method!"
Su Yang smiled, and he stretched out his hand and patted Zhao Ping'an on the shoulder: "I'm so courageous. If that's the case, then you should finish what you should do first, and don't leave any regrets."
Zhao Pingan's eyes were red, he wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, nodded vigorously, and strode out of the martial arts hall.
Su Yang followed far behind and didn't disturb Zhao Ping An. He wanted to see what Zhao Ping would do.
Zhao Pingan went to the bank first and took out all the more than 1,000 yuan in his card. However, instead of leaving, he stood in front of the cash machine, thought for a while, and finally stuffed the card that Dulwich had given him in and withdrew another two thousand dollars.
With these three thousand dollars, Zhao Ping'an went to the mall first and bought a lot of things. It includes two brand new school bags, some stationery, and a few fairy tale books.
Then, Zhao Pingan took a detour to a computer accessories store and spent more than 100 yuan to buy a decent gamepad.
With these things, Zhao Ping'an returned home first. By noon, the younger siblings had already returned from school.
The pot contains the food left by the mother when she left in the morning. Although the younger siblings are still in elementary school, they have already learned to heat the food by themselves.
The two children were sitting obediently at home eating, Zhao Ping'an suddenly came back, making the two children overjoyed, and immediately ran over and hugged Zhao Ping'an, and his brother kept screaming.
Although they live together, in fact, the two children have very little chance to see Zhao Ping An.
Zhao Ping An went out at 5:30 in the morning, when his siblings were still asleep. Go to the martial arts gym for two and a half hours. At half past seven, just buy a steamed bun to deal with it, and go to work as a casual worker to make money. If you are lucky, you can do the ground connection. You can take more time. If you are not lucky, you can only find something to do on the construction site.
When I go home at night, it's basically after ten o'clock. At this time, the younger siblings also went to sleep after finishing their homework. The number of times I can meet is really rare, so my younger siblings are naturally very happy.
Zhao Pingan hugged his younger siblings, touched their heads affectionately, ate lunch with the two children, and then took out new schoolbags and stationery from the bag, making the two children even more excitedly shouting call.
Especially seeing the few fairy tale books that Zhao Pingan brought out, the two children were even more happy. Living in such a family, they have no toys at all. Their greatest wish is to have some fairy tale books with illustrations.
Seeing the happy siblings, Zhao Ping'an also blushed.
After dinner, he sent his younger siblings out, and Zhao Pingan returned home.
He took more than 3,000 yuan, spent more than 300 in the morning, and now there are less than 3,000 left.
Zhao Pingan took out two thousand five hundred yuan and placed it carefully where his mother hid the money. In this way, when the mother comes home, she can see the money.
After finishing this, Zhao Ping'an hesitated, took out a note, and wrote a line of words—Mom, I took a job in a field and will be out for a while. These are deposits. Don't worry about me.
Putting the note on top of the two thousand five hundred dollars, Zhao Ping'an's tears suddenly welled up.
He sobbed silently for a long time, wiped the tears from his eyes, closed the door and left resolutely.
Passing through three small alleys, Zhao Ping'an saw his mother sitting at the entrance of the alley at a distance.
Zhao Pingan’s mother has no job, so she can only set up a street stall here and make some snacks.
There were very few people at noon. Zhao Ping’an’s mother set up the cart, and she took out her own boiled water and ate the hard buns.
This place is not far from home, but she never goes home for dinner at noon, because she can make more than ten yuan here at noon. A dozen yuan is enough for a family's food for a day.
Zhao Pingan had cooked some pickles for her mother, but she was reluctant to eat it, and she still ate dried buns like this. Maybe the steamed buns were too dry, and it was easy to choke after a few mouthfuls. She had to drink more water to help swallow.
Seeing his mother's gray hair and old face, Zhao Ping'an's tears fell silently again.
After a long silence, Zhao Ping'an bent down and knelt down, knocking three heads at the rickety figure. Then, he stood up and left the alley resolutely.
Su Yang stood on the roof above the alley, watching all this quietly. He didn't speak, nor made the slightest sound, as if he were an outsider.
Since ancient times, there is a dilemma between loyalty and filial piety. Many people only say this sentence, but no one knows how to choose when you are really faced with a choice?
Is it to survive and take care of family? Or is it to repay Master’s kindness and desperately to keep the Dewei Martial Arts Hall?
Zhao Pingan walked out of the alley, the tears on his face already dried. He held the gamepad, walked five streets, and finally came outside a dilapidated old house.
Zhao Pingan pushed the door directly in. A fat man was squatting at the door and eating noodles. He was the fat man with the best relationship with Zhao Pingan at Dewei Wuguan.
Seeing Zhao Pingan, the fat man stood up immediately: "Ping An, have you eaten yet? Let's have some noodles made at my home?"
"I have eaten it." Zhao Ping'an smiled.
"Aren't you at the martial arts gym at noon?" The fat man said cheerfully, "Hey, don't tell me, today you defeated Senior Brother and Second Senior Brother, you are really handsome. Let's say it's okay, you practice martial arts, you must Teach me!"
"I have a chance, I will teach you!" Zhao Ping'an smiled again, and he handed the gamepad to the fat man: "This is for you."
"What?" The fat man took a look, and was overjoyed: "New gamepad? Oh, peace, where did you... where did you get it? Great, we will be able to play games together in the future instead of playing one by one. Look!"
Fatty has a very old game console at home, but only has one controller. But Fatty’s house is poorer than Zhao Ping’s house. Both of them can’t afford a gamepad together, and they can only watch one by one. Even so, both of them are always happy.
"Okay." Zhao Ping'an replied with a smile, but in fact, his eyes were very bitter.
After tonight, even with two gamepads, he will not be able to play with Fatty. He gave this gamepad because he promised the fat man to give him a gamepad. He has few friends and few promises. How can he not realize this only friend, the only promise?
"Hey, don't tell me, let's play together!" The fat man said excitedly, "Contra, go through levels together. I haven't played together for a long time. But I'm done, don't let me give my life, I will give You adjusted thirty lives."
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