Little Oliver nodded repeatedly. No one knew whether he believed it or not.
By this time, everyone had basically reached their limit and were very self-disciplined to stop drinking. Only Chang Yue and Professor Rudolf Wagner were left blowing bottle after bottle.
The professor's interest is getting higher and higher. There must be too much of this stuff, Zheng Ren judged.
The words were garbled and all kinds of Northeastern dialect came out wildly. Zheng Ren had to think for a while before he could understand what the professor meant.
I just hope he doesn’t delay tomorrow’s surgery.
"Xibao'er, go to the car and get my piano!" Professor Rudolf Wagner, who was enjoying the drink, patted little Oliver on the shoulder and said loudly: "How can we forget about music when we have a good drink?" At night, beer and music go best together!”
Let me go... This guy is using this place as a bar
Zheng Ren watched the professor wipe off a skewer, wiped the oil from his mouth with a napkin, tidied his hair, and stood up unsteadily.
Little Oliver had drunk too much and was shaking.
The female international student who acted as translator quickly asked them to sit down, then ran out and came in carrying the piano case.
Professor Rudolf Wagner, with flowing blond hair, took the piano case and did not open it directly, but gently stroked the case with his hand.
"Boss, this is my lover, I will never be able to live without her for the rest of my life." Professor Rudolf Wagner said romantically.
Zheng Ren said nothing and just nodded.
I hope the professor doesn't drop his little lover.
It was meal time, and the Chuan'er shop was already overcrowded.
The big green stick with eight boxes stacked on it was already very eye-catching. Now the blond and blue-eyed foreigner is playing the violin, and everyone's eyes are focused on him, looking around curiously.
"Fugui, hurry up, finish playing the piano and then drink." Chang Yue opened a bottle of big green stick with his teeth and poured it in.
"Now, let me play for you... burp... play a piece of Mendelssohn's Violin Concerto in E minor." Professor Rudolf Wagner said elegantly. If there was no burp, he would have succeeded in pretending at this moment, and it would be perfect. That kind of thing.
Playing Mendelssohn's Violin Concerto at a roadside stall like Xiaochuandian, the contrast between it is like clouds and mud, which is the best material for showing off.
I heard a foreigner play Mendelssohn's E minor concerto in standard Chinese. Everyone present gave him warm applause, whether they knew Mendelssohn or not.
That's not important. Everyone comes out to eat skewers, isn't it just for fun
Little Oliver brought a chair to Professor Rudolf Wagner. The professor took out his violin and looked around, as if he were in the Golden Hall of Vienna. He bowed elegantly and his long golden hair was flowing, which was pleasing to the eye.
He then sat on a chair, held the violin under his chin, and began to play.
The music is melodious, crisp, melodious, cheerful and smooth.
Zheng Ren didn't have this kind of elegance. Seeing that Xie Yiren was listening with rapt attention, he asked: "Yiren, do you know how to do it?"
"I studied for a while when I was a kid, but after I passed the King's Professional Level 8, I stopped studying. Last year, a band approached me, but I thought it was too far away, so I refused. The key is that I don't like it, but I am still willing to use surgical instruments. Nurse." Xie Yiren replied in a low voice, tender to the bone.
"The Emperor... is still at Level 8..." Zhong Min heard this and covered his mouth in surprise.
"Entertainment is entertainment." Xie Yiren said with a smile.
"Is it very powerful?" Zheng Ren asked.
"Mr. Zheng, the violin majors are not uniformly graded in China. The China Conservatory of Music is divided into grades 1-9, and the Shanghai Conservatory of Music is divided into grades 1-12. There are also differences between professional and amateur. But the Emperor..." Zhong Min admired, "Yiren, look for Yours is a professional orchestra."
"Yeah." Xie Yiren nodded slightly.
"Then why don't you go! Why are you still working as a device nurse here?" Zhong Min was surprised.
"It's boring. I think it's more fun to watch the surgery."
“…”
Zheng Ren was also speechless, but he had already built up his mentality early on, ever since he met Xie Yi in the corridor of the emergency department.
"How is the professor's level?" Zheng Ren asked.
"Among amateurs, he is relatively good." Xie Yiren said.
Amateur...well, okay.
The music played by Professor Rudolf Wagner came to an end, but he was still not finished. After the end, the melody changed and became ethereal and tranquil.
"This is a song from Secret Garden, called When It Rains." Xie Yiren leaned gently on Zheng Ren's arm and whispered: "I used to like it very much, especially when it rained, sitting in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows. , looking at the rain, the notes seemed to have souls. Rolf Loveland and Fionora Sally are talented musicians, and the ethereal and ethereal style of Ireland is vividly displayed in this piece of music. "
Zheng Ren was stunned when he heard this, but the picture before his eyes was that of Xie Yi, a quiet and gentle person in front of the large floor-to-ceiling window, wearing a white dress and playing the violin. The beautiful melody was mixed with the sound of rain hitting the plantains.
Zheng Ren's heartstrings moved.
I haven’t felt this kind of heart palpitations for a long time. If I just sat aside and watched quietly...
This kind of life is so beautiful that Zheng Ren can't even imagine it.
I am afraid that if I think too much, I will be too disappointed if I lose it.
Zheng Ren occasionally had a literary moment, but his ethereal state of mind was immediately interrupted by cheers.
"Okay!" A few people who came to eat opened the door and came in. They saw a blond and blue-eyed foreigner playing beautiful music, and they suddenly cheered.
A young man took out his wallet, took out a hundred Little Red Bull, came to the professor, and threw it into his violin case.
The professor was not sullen, but nodded happily.
Someone started, and everyone else threw money into the violin box.
The money was not much, mostly ten or twenty yuan, and everyone just chipped in for fun.
Little Oliver also became cheerful.
Having already drunk enough, he took two big green sticks, looked for a bottle opener, and handed one of the foaming big green sticks to the professor. The two of them clinked the bottles and drank happily and drank straight away.
Well…
Zheng Ren was helpless.
This is the rhythm of the more you drink, the more you drink, and the more you drink, the higher you get.
But now everyone in the Chuan'er restaurant is happy, treating tonight's dinner as a pater falling from the sky.
Alas, tomorrow's surgery is probably going to come to nothing, Zheng Ren sighed inwardly.
But with Xie Yiren by his side, Zheng Ren didn't regret it. He was the professor's patient anyway. Whether he can learn prostate interventional embolization has nothing to do with Zheng Ren.
"Old fellows, raise a glass! This glass is for a better tomorrow!" Professor Rudolf Wagner held up the big green stick, his blond hair flying, and he was extremely cheerful.