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Penguin Video put out such an advertisement because it saw that the topics discussed by netizens on the Internet were biased towards this aspect.

However, the effect is still very good.

After all, everyone was looking forward to it.

"Father's prose poems? It's over. My dad didn't even graduate from elementary school. Writing poems? It's really embarrassing!"

"Haha, I used to say that I wanted to be a poet, and then my dad gave me a meal of fried pork with bamboo shoots as a reward!"

"Why do poets eat fried pork with bamboo shoots? Why?"

"Because at that time, I wrote poems every day, and after my dad read them, he went to the bamboo strip silently."

"The talent upstairs, so here comes the question, are you a poet now?"

"Poets? No, I'm a worker now! Thanks!"

"Suddenly changed to literary and artistic, a bit unlike the style of a dog director!"

"Indeed, the prose poems written by my father don't fit my family's situation at all. Although my father didn't graduate from primary school, it would be nice if he could eat enough in those years. He also wrote poems? Ah! Can that thing be eaten as a meal?"

"Why does it feel like this name is a bit like the name of a song?" Some netizens speculated.

"It's not expensive, I think it's okay, but I don't have the cells to write poetry, and my dad can't do it either. The whole family has been single-handed for several generations, and they are all men of science and engineering. Sorry, I really can't write poetry!"

"It's just writing poetry, why don't you just have hands? Hands are funny!"

"It does sound like the title of the song, but it's also pretty good, but will it be a little bit literary?"

For many people, at first glance at a title like "Prose Poems Written by My Father", the first reaction is, isn't it too young?
In fact, in this era, the so-called poets have even been turned into derogatory terms by some people.

For example, little masters of poetry reciting and the like.

Of course, there are also some real poets who can write good poems, but they are too few.

Closer to home.

As Li Yi's earliest fan, the original "Gift in Room No. [-]" can be said to be the matchmaker of Lu Xinguang and Chu Xixi.

Therefore, they naturally would not miss Li Yi's new work.

""Prose Poems Written by Father"? This title." Chu Xixi clicked her tongue for a long time.

"Hey, husband, can our dad write poetry?"

"Writing poetry? He can... Do you think my dad is like a person who can write poetry?" Lu Xinguang almost swears.

Because he suspected that his wife was swearing.

"You said Director Dog this time, what is this Father's Day program? Could it really be a song?" Chu Xixi asked curiously.

"It feels like it. "Prose Poems Written by My Father" sounds very poetic and artistic. If this is just an ordinary short film, I can't imagine what it would be like." Lu Xinguang shook his head and said .

In fact, he and Chu Xixi are already familiar with Li Yi's works, but at least, it is true that this style of taking the Wenqing route is not quite like the style of Li Yi's past short films.

It can be said that if it is either tear-jerking or sensational, the dog director has no other tricks.

Oh, yes, and inversions!
In terms of movies, Li Yi has really played Wenqing's stuff, such as "Paradise Cinema", which is known as a love letter to movies, and the kissing highlights in it are classics.

But for short films, I really haven’t played that much.

While many people were talking about it, Li Yi comforted his pregnant daughter-in-law at home.

As Li Yi's daughter-in-law, Mu Qing naturally didn't need to wait for the short film to go online like other people did. Instead, out of curiosity, she watched it at home in advance, and then burst into tears.

"Woooooo, when I went back last time, I saw that my dad had white hair on his temples." Mu Qing said with red eyes.

"Well, I'll accompany you to go back and have a look when I have time." Li Yi nodded and said.

In fact, even he himself is particularly intolerable to this song, even though his family, childhood experience and the story described in this song are completely different things, but many things are common.

Father will always grow old, no matter rich or poor, time is always fair in this respect.

Although his old man is doing well now, even though he has not remarried with his mother, in fact it is almost the same.

The two are inseparable, running domestic and overseas every day, and the two of them took their grandson to Switzerland for skiing a while ago.

But they are indeed old, this is an indisputable fact.

If a family like Li Yi is like this, there is no need to talk about other people.

Time flies, and Father's Day is here in the blink of an eye.

Compared with the atmosphere of Mother's Day, Father's Day is obviously much worse. Of course, the popularity on the Internet is definitely not bad.

And at [-] o'clock in the morning on Father's Day, "Father's Prose Poetry" should be regarded as the official launch of the MV short film.

Many people immediately clicked on the video link.

Chu Xixi and Lu Xinguang watched the "Director Li Yi's work" on the screen together, they looked at each other with a tacit understanding, and they all smiled sweetly.

In the ward of the hospital, there was an old man on the hospital bed, the drip was still on his hand, he was asleep, and beside the bed, the daughter was lying there holding the old man's hand, and suddenly a hand patted her daughter's cheek gently. Shoulder, woke up the sleeping daughter.

She looked up and was about to speak when her husband made a hissing gesture.

The daughter glanced at her father who was sleeping soundly on the hospital bed, and nodded.

Standing up, he looked at the old father on the hospital bed again. The age spots on the old father's face suddenly hit the daughter's eyes, making her eyes red again.

The husband squeezed his wife's shoulders to comfort him.

The wife shook her head.

After walking out of the ward, the two of them spoke.

"You've been here for several days. Dad's illness doesn't happen in a day or two. You go back and take a shower, change your clothes and have a good rest. I'm here." The husband said in harmony.

The wife nodded and glanced at the old father in the ward again.

"By the way, go to Dad's house to have a look. I was rushed to the hospital before."

As soon as the camera turned, the door was pushed open, and the old furniture showed mottled traces of time under the dim light. The most conspicuous photo frame was placed on the table. Inside the photo frame was an old photo. The father in the photo was still young. Li's daughter is still immature.

The daughter reached for the photo and wiped it gently.

Pushing open a door, this is a study room filled with books.

The daughter seems to be able to see the picture of the father sitting behind the desk, writing hard.

She reached out and took down a few books from the bookshelf, intending to take them to the hospital and read them to her father.

Suddenly an old thread-bound diary caught her eye. She put the other books on the desk and took down the diary.

Sitting on the chair where her father often sat, she opened the diary full of traces of time.

On the yellowed paper, the handwriting written by the pen is still clear.

The melody of the music sounded, and on the yellowed pages of the diary, "[-], summer" was written.

The daughter looked at her father's familiar handwriting, and couldn't hold back the tears any longer.

She quickly reached out to wipe it off, but it was as if time had passed forever, no matter how much she wiped, she couldn't wipe off the trace.