On the west side of the village stood a high hill, from which one could see most of the village. On top of the hill stood a tigerish boy of about five or six years old, gazing at the village with emotion.,After running down the slope, Zhu Ping'an stopped and looked down. He saw a small piece of noodles lying on the ground, fluttering in the wind.,"Mother, you're so kind. When I grow up, I will be filial to you." Zhu Ping'an embraced Chen Shi's leg and said emotionally. "I am your son, and in the future, I will definitely be filial to both of you."。