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He doesn't feed me when I'm hungry, he won't let me go even when my wallet's been stolen. Isn't he its biological father, huh? I'm not his biological father; he should ask his mother. I'm telling you, it's my child, a talented person like me—there has to be some talent in it, don't you think? Good heavens, you're so confident writing poetry like that! What time is it? Good heavens, if I, with my poetic soul, can write poetry, then my son must surely know how to write poetry too. Oh my, the three poems by the kid with hair are so full of confidence Do you know the poem "Child's Hair"? What else could there be? A person with my talent—my son must certainly know how to write poetry, clearly. No, if you put it that way, are you brave enough to have a poetry contest with me? Mother, how would you know at night, what poetry is, you're not worthy enough to be compared to me. Uncle, uncle, uncle, uncle Hey, doctor, are you sleeping all the time? Sleeping during the day, am I? Hey, aren't you sleeping yet? Uh-huh Hey, what were you doing this noon, brother? I am... voucher Weather report, wind from the sky sings a lament Makes one feel sad too, dragon eye voucher Oh my goodness, Uncle Lu! Good heavens, you've just been thinking, and you've already spoken it out, haven't you? Oh my, food Oh my goodness, sir, it's only now that I've realized you have such talent—you could export it straight into poetry! Hey, sir, have you ever thought that you might be a talented poet, sir? How can you possibly have such talent? I've never seen anyone like you, not even from childhood through school. The poem is not only inspired and beautiful, but also deeply meaningful in its humanistic significance—it's astonishing. Hello? Yes Oh, poetry, poetry—poetry is export, poetry, depending on the humanistic essence like this Uncle, uncle, please help this lady, uncle? What? Uncle, I like that girl, but I don't know how to confess my feelings. Today, could you please compose a poem for your child to express love to someone special? How do I confess my feelings to someone? Yes A small matter This Yes, yes, yes Handle immediately Yes Poetry, isn't it beautiful, sir? Naturally must or not Yes Love Love, first love, huh, sir? Done yet, sir? Enough, but it'll be hard by next week. It must not endanger cultural and humanistic values. Love full of humanity Hurry up, why is it taking you so long, uncle? Go slowly Yes Hey, why so long, doc? You were so quick a moment ago. Love is different; you must go back to your own age for it to make sense. Yes Have you returned yet, uncle? He/She is tired. Do it yourself. Just kidding, hello, sir. Silence Mr. Nghia Uh, what? I'm asking you, you know What? Aren't you Hạnh's father? How can you be so cruel? You don't feed me when I'm hungry, and when I'm sick, you don't let me go see a doctor. He must be its biological father, right? Am I my own father? May I ask you, madam? I'm telling you, she's a talented one for me. It must have some talent, right? Good grief, how can you be so confident about writing poetry with him? What time is it? Oh my, a person with a voice as poetic as mine My son, he should know how to write poetry too. Oh, how overconfident you are with your three little poems, little frog What do you know about the toad's poem? What else could there be? A person with talent like mine As for my son, he must know how to write the most heartfelt poetry. No, if you put it that way, are you brave enough to have a poetry contest with me? Mother, how do you know what time it is at night? What do you know? Poetry is straightforward, you're not worthy of my level. I must go look for someone who is my equal in skill. Ah, only when the flag is raised can one truly compose poetry. No, I'm telling you something. Who's here to compose poetry with me? Don't bother those little ones anymore. No door, I have to go to Minh and Mẫn. At least the child has proper education. Then it can respond to my poetry. Keep going with him Clear it up Mr. Nghĩa is reciting poetry with me here, Mr. Nghĩa Enough Minh Man, hey Man, I've lost it. Good heavens He's so scared of him that he ran away. What are you running away from? Good heavens, they say geniuses write poetry Looking for a worthy opponent is really hard. No, he's a worthy opponent for you. Enough, enough, enough Oh my goodness, you know what? Poetry from my opponent Don't follow me anymore, I'm really annoyed. Go in, go in What is this? Oh my goodness, I know they want to play, but I'm just not willing to compete. Who are you looking for? Why such a distant matter? This guy is really exhausting. It's uncomfortable. I'm really discouraged, dad. Phuc, Phuc Is the child in the cage, Phuc? Fukk à Phuc wrote poems in response to the lady's poems. Just went outside already I forgot. Having a delicious meal Hearing your grandfather's voice, your grandmother lost her appetite completely. Don't you see, Dad? I still have to study, but Grandpa keeps making me recite poetry all day long. Maybe just now, the grandmother came asking to borrow a child, and only then did I realize it My child doesn't know how to write poetry, what else would grandma know how to do? Quietly, making noise gets you kicked out—how could you possibly be feeling well? I don't know what to do now. Wandering aimlessly all day long No, no, no, Daddy, please don't! Dad, I think this situation is getting out of hand. It's not acceptable anymore The child must think of something to help Dad. Alright, make up your mind then. I'll pave the way for you, uncle. Try to help your dad, okay? Yes Come on, son Don't worry, it's fine. I didn't know you were Leona Maxi. There are some really sneaky paths here. But a rear defense is very solid. That must have been a sudden blow to the legs. Yes Go on, dad Grandpa asked not to mention dad here, got it? Yes, yes, yes Three keys to your house, brother To go, to go Having a meal Minh, go write some poetry with your grandfather somewhere, my dear Don't write sad love poems, okay? Hey, now you have to go to school to pick up Mr. Thy's documents. A moment ago, Dad told me he wanted to meet Mom. I'm in Uncle Phuc's room, grandma. So that's how it is Keep running, keep running Writing poems with Dad You're writing poetry again, huh? Uh-huh I'll write a poem for my child to read. Oh my god, no one's paying attention to the stocks down below anymore Alright, alright, stop lying so much, Dad I don't know what you're thinking, are you trying to sneak over here? Now let's write poetry Writing poems or taking the child along He opened the door for And I have another poem for you, too. Hey, talk He talks about heaven and earth, you know, dad What do you want to do? From the four corners of the sky, we come together here in joy No voice separation for laughter Together hold my hand and forge a bond of affection Exchange genuine smiles with each other Okay, Dad Four familiar ones Good heavens Oh my goodness, sir! He took the entire lyrics of the song and recited them aloud. Do you write poetry, sir? Do it over and over Now she doesn't know how to write poetry at all. Now she's not doing it casually anymore. You didn't curse her, did you? Bye, dear, you have a poet at home That other one must know how to do it. You're really embarrassing your father by showing off your poetry skills, aren't you? Now I think about writing a poem You don't have a child, do you? Uh-huh I have an old man, my grandfather. I have a dad, that's him. I have an old man father. Very messy, very disorganized Naturally becoming a poet Then make the neck of your descendants Then accomplish death Now write some poetry, you **** your dad, what the hell are you talking about? I don't know how to write poetry, Dad. Come on, just do your best. Oh my dad! The poetic excellence of father is different You must make the child's photo opposite. You're not your father's poetic rival. Dad, I'm telling you the truth. Nowadays, Dad's level of excellence is It's the level of three, the global level. Mistake, mistake The level of your father right now, I'm telling you honestly For example, in ancient times there was the great poet Nguyen Du. Famous for the grand scale of "Chuan Qiao" Then three now should also be equivalent to that as well. It means three now This house no longer has room for dad anymore. That's not about searching for those places on a global scale. Don't aim for the vision of father going out into the world So now, how can Dad go look for an opponent abroad? No, we don't need to look for foreign opponents. Please post a collection of your poems on Facebook. Social media these days is terrifying, Dad. Is that right? It is the global network. At that moment, the opponent of your father will appear. Is that right, Dad? You will find your muse there, dad. Posted on Facebook Yes Social media Yes He must be hard to find a worthy opponent for his dad. That's right Like this, then Just keep posting then This poem is truly adorable. Just two final lines, that's all Murder Autumn comes with the golden blooming of the cút flowers Pity the cicada dead on the hot pavement outside. What a pity, Nghia! You're a poetic genius, Nghia my friend Besides everything else You may be difficult, but you're still a genius. Post on Facebook Good heavens! Grandpa even wrote the toad's name on Facebook too. Too much for the commenter already Hungry and then running into that old fool Good heavens It's like my dad created a fake Facebook account to骂 my grandfather so much. Too much Grandpa Good heavens It's a man, you know. It's still not time to start working. Probably going on a late-night date, love is in the air. Father! Why bother writing good poetry about him when he's so infatuated with himself? Such beautiful poetry! What's so great about it? What's wrong with that? There's always some nonsense poetry around. What? What are you talking about? Are you saying you hate me or what? Give your child this poem to read to your girlfriend As for his girlfriend, she's been dating him for dozens of relationships already. Sao tán Who knows? Then read the poem Uncle gave you, dear. After reading it, it said that the child was cursing it. He/She chatted with He left the child. There is no inherent right to sin. Good heavens, the poem is incredibly beautiful! What do you mean? Where is it good? Read it aloud for me again, heavens and earth My younger sister has rosy cheeks and red lips. Who is it that makes you endure it so patiently? May the revered Buddha himself bear witness. The fateful coincidence between us Dear sister Yes, that's right. It sounds great when read aloud. But now I'm rewriting this poem, you know Please review the poem you wrote. That's a really creative piece, isn't it? Stick together the first few characters of the poem and see. Hey, who's the one with the red face? With a So is that how it is? She is the female demon. Good heavens What? What? This one feels like it's coming out right now Who would have thought that The first few words put together are "You're a damn ghost, aren't you?" Why do you feel so strange? I can't believe they broke up and blocked the phone number right away. Blocking the phone number permanently, huh? Good heavens Terrible Why do I suddenly feel so poetic all of a sudden? Yes, yes So what's there? Please help me with the lawyer. Hi dad Uh-huh The court papers will be sent to you soon. Yes, thank you so much, sir. What kind of lawyer is that, so terrifying? What kind of lawyer? Then those three poems on Facebook last night What do you mean by that? There's a similar article by some guy Now he's making a big fuss and demanding to sue Dad in court. Heaven and earth Sue the three to court Yes Hey, the poem is so brilliant! How would I know? Saying Dad is a doctor but goes to someone else's religious ceremony. Mess it all up completely, utterly. Good heavens, what kind of poetry is this? It's not poetry at all. This could possibly be poetry. It's just a coincidence that the words in each sentence happen to match each other. I've already told them. I've explained it, pleaded too. But they refuse to. Insisting on suing her father in court, that one Alright, I give up now; what can I do about it? To court A talent like mine Why must we go to court? Then not going to prison with talent