Feng Gong: My son left school that day and said that a classmate in his class had written a composition, which made everyone cry. The title is "Dad".

Liu: How to pronounce it?

Feng Gong: I have been a fan of my dad since I was a child. He is twice as long as his lover. His head is a gourd doll, his face is like a robot cat, his legs are like astro boy, and his figure is like a ninja turtle. He was the Transformers in my heart when I assembled it casually, and later I found out that he really changed shape. He often stays with my mother all night for a little thing. One day, he actually said he was leaving and not coming. But the next day, he rode two rims and ran away with sparks. I had a dream that night. I dreamed that Nezha came to my house on two hot wheels. I looked at my father carefully, plunged into his arms and said, Dad, you can come back. I miss your father. Hey, Dad, why don't you step on two hot wheels? If you set foot on these five, you will be an Olympic ambassador.

This child is your son.