Chapter 475 This Cup, Tomorrow!

Little Oliver nodded again and again, but no one knew whether he believed it or not.

By this time, everyone has basically reached their limit, and they are very self-disciplined and stop drinking. Only Chang Yue and Professor Rudolf Wagner are still blowing one bottle at a time.

The professor's interest is getting higher and higher, there must be too much of this stuff, Zheng Ren judged.

Talking in disorder, all kinds of Northeast dialects 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 the operation tomorrow.

"Xi Baoer, go to the car and get my violin!" When he was drunk, Professor Rudolf Wagner patted little Oliver on the shoulder and said loudly: "Have a good drink, how can there be no music? In this way On such a night, beer and music go together best!"

I'm going... This guy uses this place as a bar?

Zheng Ren watched the professor clean a skewer, wiped the oil on his mouth with a napkin, tidied his hair, and stood up unsteadily.

Little Oliver was drinking too much, and was shaking from side to side.

The female international student who was acting as an interpreter quickly asked them to sit down, then ran out and came in with a piano case.

Professor Rudolf Wagner, with flowing blond hair, took the piano case and stroked the case gently with his hands instead of opening it directly.

"Boss, this is my lover. I can't live without her for the rest of my life." Professor Rudolf Wagner said romantically.

Zheng Ren didn't speak, but just nodded.

I hope the professor won't throw his little lover down.

It was meal time, and the Chuaner shop was already overcrowded.

Originally, there were eight boxes of big green sticks stacked on this side, which were already very eye-catching. Now the blond-haired and blue-eyed foreigner is still playing the violin, and everyone's eyes are gathered, looking around curiously.

"Fu Guier, hurry up, drink after playing the piano." Chang Yue opened a bottle of big green stick with her teeth, and poured it in.

"Next, I'll play for you... hiccup... a piece of Mendelssohn's Violin Concerto in E minor." Professor Rudolf Wagner said gracefully. It's the perfect kind.

At a roadside stall like Xiaochuandian, the contrast between Ramendelssohn's Violin Concerto, like clouds and mud, is the best material for pretense.

Listening to a foreigner playing Mendelssohn's Concerto in E minor in a very standard Chinese language, everyone present gave warm applause, whether they knew Mendelssohn or not.

That's not important, everyone comes out to eat skewers, isn't it all for fun?

Little Oliver took a chair for Professor Rudolf Wagner. The professor took out the violin and looked around, as if he was in the Golden Hall of Vienna.

He then sat down in a chair, put the violin under his chin, and began to play.

The music is melodious, crisp, melodious, cheerful and smooth.

Zheng Ren didn't have such an elegant bone. Seeing that Xie Yiren was engrossed in listening, he asked, "Yiren, you know?"

"I studied for a while when I was young, but after passing the eighth level of the Emperor's major, I didn't continue to study. Last year, an orchestra asked me to go. I thought it was too far away, so I rejected it. The key is that I don't like it. I am still willing to do surgical equipment. Nurse." Xie Yiren replied in a low voice, delicate and tender.

"Emperor... is still level eight..." Zhong Min covered his mouth in surprise when he heard this.

"Entertainment is entertainment." Xie Yi said with a smile.

"Is it great?" Zheng Ren asked.

"Mr. Zheng, the violin major, domestic grading is not uniform. 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 majors and amateurs. But Emperor..." Zhong Min admired, "Yiren, The one looking for you is a professional band."

"Hmm." The Xie Yi nodded slightly.

"Then why don't you go! You still want to be an equipment nurse here." Zhong Min was surprised.

"It's boring, I think it's more fun to watch the surgery."

"..."

Zheng Ren was also very speechless, but he had already had psychological construction, since he met Xie Yiren in the corridor of the emergency department.

"How is the level of the professor?" Zheng Ren asked.

"As an amateur, it's pretty good." Xie Yi said humanely.

Amateur... well, okay.

The piece played by Professor Rudolf Wagner came to the end, but he still had more to say, and after the end, the melody changed, and it became ethereal and quiet.

"This is a song from Secret Garden, called When It Rains." Xie Yiren leaned lightly on Zheng Ren's arm and whispered, "I used to like it very much, especially when it rains, sitting in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows , looking at the rain, the notes drawn seem to have souls. Rolf Laughland and Fionora Sally are talented musicians, and the ethereal and ethereal style of Ireland is shown in this piece Incisively and vividly."

Zheng Ren was dewy when he heard it, but the picture in front of him was in front of the big French windows, Xie Yi was quiet and gentle, wearing a white dress, playing the violin, the beautiful melody mixed with the sound of rain beating plantains.

Zheng Ren's heart was moved.

It's been a long time since I felt this kind of heart palpitation. If I just sit on the side and watch quietly...

This kind of life is so beautiful that Zheng Ren dare not even think about it.

I am afraid that if I think too much, once I lose it, I will be too lost.

Zheng Ren occasionally made a show of art, but this ethereal state of mind was immediately interrupted by applause.

"Okay!" Several people who came to eat opened the door and came in, but saw a blond foreigner playing beautiful music, and they immediately cheered together.

A young man took out his wallet, took out a 100 Red Bull from it, came to the professor, and threw it into his violin case.

The professor didn't look angry, but nodded happily.

Someone started, and everyone else threw money into the violin case.

The money is not much, most of them are ten yuan or twenty yuan, and everyone is making fun of it.

Little Oliver cheered up too.

He had already drank enough, took two big green sticks, got up with a corkscrew, and handed one of the foaming big green sticks to the professor. The two touched the bottle, drank it happily and dried it up.

Well……

Zheng Ren was helpless.

This is the rhythm of drinking more and more, and drinking more and more.

It's just that now everyone in the Chuan'er shop is cheering up, treating tonight's dinner as a party that fell from the sky. (Mishandling, mishandling... misspelling, don't slap your face.)

Alas, it is estimated that tomorrow's operation will be in vain, Zheng Ren sighed inwardly.

But with Xie Yiren by his side, Zheng Ren didn't regret it, since he was the professor's patient anyway. Whether he can learn the interventional embolization of the prostate has nothing to do with Zheng Ren.

"Old irons, raise your glass! This glass is for a better tomorrow!" Professor Rudolf Wagner held up the big green stick, his blond hair was flying, and he was very cheerful.