The light and shadow are dappled and neon flickering.

The female singer's deep singing voice floated over tirelessly: "let...... to be…… let to be……”

Zou Jian looked serious and began to tell me the story.

"I met a female ghost!" He said.

"Female ghosts?"

"A girl."

"You call a girl a female ghost?" I glared at him and said, "No wonder you can't find a wife...... You're single. ”

He rolled my eyes and continued, "I went to the Pearl Mall to buy a pair of shoes, and I met a girl in the elevator," he looked at me and paused, "That girl is so beautiful, I don't know how to write poetry, anyway, she is so beautiful that she can be described in poetry." ”

I've never been impressed by his assessment of women. I interrupted him and said, "In your eyes, there are no ugly girls in this world. ”

Zou Jian shook his head, looked serious, and said, "It's really beautiful." He glanced around, lowered his voice and said to me, "When you see her, I promise that you will be congested all over your body, and you can't control your cock at all, so I can't wait to take her to open the room immediately." ”

I said, "Okay, I hope you don't have these nasty reactions in the elevator – go ahead, get to the point." ”

Zou Jian took a sip of coffee, cleared his throat, and spoke.

There were just two of them in the elevator. He accosted her, and she responded generously. The two chatted for a few words and then exchanged phone calls. Then, Zou Jian went to the third floor to buy shoes, and the girl went to the fifth floor to visit the women's area.

After Zou Jian bought the shoes, he tried to call the girl's mobile phone, and it worked-

"Beauty, where are you?"

"I'm still on the fifth floor!"

Zou Jian held the mobile phone, first with a sincere face, saying that although he met him in a hurry, she left a very good impression on him, and then, he asked her on the phone with a hippie smile: "Can you invite you to the 58th floor for coffee?" ”

The girl hesitated for a moment on the other end of the phone, then grinned and said, "That place is so high-class, I haven't been to it before!" ”

"Then go sit down."

"When?"

"It's better to choose a day than to hit the day, just now." Zou Jian smiled with a whimsical smile.

"I just met, so I'm going to drink coffee, okay?"

"What's that, what age!" Zou Jian added, "Don't worry, there are no bad guys in broad daylight!" ”

The girl squeaked and squirmed and didn't accept it, but she couldn't withstand Zou Jian's enthusiasm and stalking, and finally agreed.

We people in the island city know that the 58th floor of the Platinum Hotel on the west coast is a turntable top café, which is the most luxurious and exclusive place in our island city. Sitting in the revolving café, you can have a 180-degree view of the blue sea, you can have a 360-degree bird's-eye view of the beautiful island city, and you can wrap around the lovely soul on the other side 720 degrees. Everyone in the world knows that the people who sit there drinking coffee are either rich or expensive, and they are extremely powerful.

The girl climbed into Zou Jian's Daben passenger seat, and as soon as she sat down, Zou Jian magically took out a rose and gave it to the girl. The girl screamed, a look of surprise. The two of them went to the café on the 58th floor and chose a secluded place to sit down. Zou Jian is warm and thoughtful, with coffee, snacks, fruits, and delicacies. The girl drank coffee and tasted food while listening to Zou Jian talk about life.

I am more familiar with Zou Jian's routine of picking up girls, although he can't write novels, but he is definitely a genius storyteller. He started from the year he broke into the sea, how he was abandoned by his fiancée, how he worked hard to start a business in the island city, how he started from scratch and had a lot of money, and how he had a successful career but was alone and couldn't meet his other half...... In his narration, he always inserts his feelings and perceptions of life, as well as his outlook and longing for love. In this way, it has become a very inspirational story of life struggle. The girl will basically be moved after hearing it, and her attitude towards him will change from disapproval at the beginning, to concern and curiosity, to awe, to eager to be in the same boat with him immediately.

Before you know it, it's a few hours, and the café is closing.

The two still felt that they couldn't stop talking, so Zou Jian proposed: "Or, let's open a room and continue to talk - don't worry, I'm not that kind of person." ”

The two of them were already in love at this time, and the girl also pushed the boat: "Brother, if I don't believe you, I won't talk to you so late!" ”

So, the two went downstairs hand in hand.

Zou Jian came to the front desk and opened a luxury suite.

Zou Jian said that the girl was very sensible, and as soon as she entered the room, she made a cup of hot tea, "Big brother, you drink tea first." The girl handed over the hot tea and smiled, "I'll go wash it up." ”

Zou Jian was flattered and fell in love, his cunning eyes flashed, and he wanted to hug her, but she flashed quickly, "Big brother, don't worry." She said as she shyly entered the bathroom. Zou Jian drank tea and watched TV, and after a few minutes, he felt sleepy and fell asleep on the bed like a dead pig.

When Zou Jian woke up, it was an hour later.

When he opened his eyes, he felt a little dizzy and his memory was blurry, and he didn't know where he was. He pressed his fingers to his temples, closed his eyes, and tried to recover his memory, until he finally remembered that he had a room with a girl. He suddenly woke up, jumped up from the bed, stood in the center of the room, and looked around, where was the shadow of a girl? He heard the sound of water in the washroom, walked over, pushed open the door, and saw that the faucet was ticking and leaking, and there was still a black bra of the girl hanging on the hanger, but there was no shadow of the girl. He seemed to understand something, he remembered the handbag on the TV stand, he rushed to the TV stand to see that the bag was still there. He opened the bag, and the documents and bank cards were still there, but a newly bought mobile phone and thousands of dollars in cash were gone.

"The story is old-fashioned, it's boring, it's a cliché that men who are looking for an affair know." I say.

"How so?" Zou Jian looked at me with a bitter face, "She is so beautiful, I really like her!" His eyes were full of confusion.

I scolded, "You're a fool, I'm full of pity and sympathy for your IQ and EQ. ”

"Even though she stole my phone and money, I don't hate her. What a nice girl...... It's a pity. If she hadn't been like that, we could have a good relationship, maybe we'd become my wife by accident! ”

Zou Jian's words made me feel excited, and a blue light flashed through my mind - the goddess of inspiration really possessed me like this, and a few lines of poetry whizzed out of my head......

It's certainly a conspiracy

Who stuffed her bra with gold?

That's where life is nurtured!

I said, "Stop drinking, go home." I got up and walked outside.

Zou Jian was stunned and didn't come back to his senses, I walked out of the door and heard his scolding: "Your grandmother is a panda - you bird poet doesn't play cards according to the rules!" Behind me came the girl's melancholy and confused voice: "Let...... to…… be…… let…… to…… be……”

That hot summer, that windless night.

When I got home, Butterfly slept with her daughter. I tiptoed into the study, turned on the air conditioner, and turned on the computer. I rushed back to write a poem, which should be called "Lao Zou's Love".

That night, the story of Zou Jianyan's encounter with a beautiful female ghost deteriorated and tasted in my heart until it was sublimated. I wrote very smoothly, my inspiration was like electricity, my imagery was like the wind, and the long love narrative poem "Lao Zou's Love" was born in one go. Before dawn, I posted it on the famous poetry website of our island city, Tianya Poetry Circle.

What I didn't expect was that within 24 hours, millions of hits would flood the Tianya Poetry Circle's servers to the point of paralyzing it ten times, so much so that the owner of the website personally called me and begged me to take the poem down - that was my happiest and proudest moment.

From this poem onwards, my poetry is like an old well that has been blocked for many years, and the floodgates are suddenly opened, and all the living water, dead water, perfume and stinky water spurt out. That summer, the poems I wrote about heaven and earth, love, sun, moon, stars, forests, rivers, eating and sleeping, established my hegemonic position in the poetry circle of the island city. Tianya netizens call me a talented poetry uncle, and the island city poetry circle calls me a promising "poet laureate", and I am determined to accept this honor naturally.

On that hot summer day, the newspapers and television networks in the island city were promoting my poetry. I would like to thank the netizens and the poets of the island city for their attention and love to me and their tolerance and love for the sacred art of poetry! It was that summer that I decided to devote my whole body and soul to the glorious and gutter-filled cause of poetry!