Doctor: start with the heart

Chapter 97 A Rare Relaxation Time

Six pm.

Zhao Xu took a taxi and came to a livehouse called "Candy". It was still early, and the place hadn't officially opened yet. The car just stopped, and Zhao Xu got out of the car. As soon as he got out of the car, he saw Zhang Guoer standing at the door. Seemingly waiting for him, seeing Zhao Xu get off the car, a smile immediately bloomed on his face.

Zhao Xu nodded slightly at her and walked towards her. It wasn't until he got closer and stood in front of her that Zhao Xu realized that today's Zhang Guoer looked different from the day before yesterday when he was eating.

Today's Zhang Guoer, with her hair tied up in a ponytail, wearing a white shirt and jeans, looks refreshing and natural.

However, Zhao Xu likes this refreshing, natural, generous feeling, without makeup, and is naturally beautiful.

Maybe it's because Zhang Guoer and Zhao Xu are both too good-looking, just standing here for a while, people passing by are staring at them.

"You're here."

Standing in front of Zhao Xu, Zhang Guoer said happily.

For some reason, when she saw Zhao Xu coming, she became inexplicably happy. She was usually calm and cold, but in front of Zhao Xu, she couldn't be cold at all.

Obviously this is only the second meeting, but it seems like we have known each other for a long time, and there is a feeling of reunion after a long absence.

"Ah."

Zhao Xu nodded, seeing the young and natural girl with a unique temperament in front of him, Zhao Xu's exhaustion from a day's work seemed to dissipate at this moment.

"You haven't eaten yet, have you? Let's go backstage and have something to eat together."

Zhang Guoer said very naturally.

"it is good."

Zhao Xu nodded slightly.

Walking side by side with Zhang Guoer on the way to the backstage, Zhang Guoer seemed to be in high spirits and kept telling Zhao Xu what she was going to perform tonight.

"Do you like to read science fiction? I especially like to read Three-Body Problem. The song I sing at night is written for Three-Body Problem."

Zhang Guoer walked beside Zhao Xu and introduced Zhao Xu's performance in the evening very energetically.

"Three-Body Problem? Do you like watching Three-Body Problem?"

Hearing Zhang Guoer talk about the Three-Body Problem, Zhao Xu suddenly regained his energy. He is a big fan of the Three-Body Problem, and he has seen the Three-Body Problem many times.

He did not expect that a young girl in her early twenties like Zhang Guoer would also like to watch this kind of hard science fiction.

But if you think about it, you can understand that Zhang Guoer is not an ordinary girl, she is a genius in art, whether it is music or literature, to a certain extent, they are all in common, so Zhang Guoer likes three-body Strange.

"Yes, I think that kind of description of the universe has room for imagination, and it feels like it can make people get goosebumps."

Zhang Guoer nodded and said that from her point of view, she spoke from the perspective of art. The starry sky, the universe, the reconstruction and destruction of civilization, and the fate of mankind, these elements can indeed provide a lot of inspiration and soil for artistic creation.

"What's the name of the song you wrote?"

Zhao Xu asked suddenly.

For this girl, he just thought she was in good condition before, as a girl, she was almost perfect.

Now, Zhao Xu felt that he had underestimated this girl. She was still very connotative, and her inner world was also very rich and fulfilling.

"Night Flight Star. You can hear it at night."

Zhang Guoer said.

"Night Hanging Star? Are you writing about Zhang Beihai?"

Zhao Xu said with some surprise that after a little thought, he knew that among the three bodies, only Zhang Beihai was in the navy.

Sailing to the sunrise is the romance of the navy, and his life is also worthy of the words "night sailing star".

"Yes, I think that Zhang Beihai is a person who can still keep a calm head in an extremely harsh environment, and will do anything for his obsession. This kind of superb judgment, perseverance, and endurance, sometimes I I wonder if such a person really exists in the world.”

Zhang Guoer sighed and said that people who engage in art are all emotional.

People like Zhang Beihai can especially stimulate her creative inspiration.

"In this special era, there are many such people."

Zhao Xu thought for a while and said.

On the road full of blood and fire, overcoming thorns and thorns, opening up the world, in a special era, there are indeed many such people, supporting the hope of the entire country and nation.

"Hmm, I think so."

Zhang Guoer feels that since she was very young, she has been incomprehensible to others. Other girls like to make up, dress up, go shopping, etc., but she doesn't like those things.

She likes to immerse herself in her own world and create her own touch.

This is also the difference between artists and ordinary people.

As for Zhao Xu, she saw similar things. From her father and uncle, and the chat with Zhao Xu, she learned that Zhao Xu is a very pure person who focuses on his medical career .

He doesn't seem to care too much about other things, and only such a person can develop such a major achievement at this age.

This focus on medical career is the same as Zhang Guoer's own focus on artistic creation.

"You seem to be a little different from what I thought."

Zhao Xu walked side by side with Zhang Guoer and said suddenly.

"Oh? What do you think of me? Do you think I'm the kind of girl who lives the life of a celebrity every day?"

Zhang Guoer said with a smile, her words obviously contained a lot of ridicule.

Based on her family background, it is true that many girls she knows live the life of a so-called celebrity.

However, she has always felt that she is different and should not live such a vulgar life, yes, it is vulgar.

"Whether this is true or not, I don't know for sure. Anyway, it's a little different from what I thought."

Maybe it was a girl who had never been in contact with this kind of art, Zhao Xu had a very fresh feeling.

Getting along with Zhang Guoer, Zhao Xu feels very natural, but Zhang Guoer can have some very fresh things that are completely different from Zhao Xu's work and life, which makes Zhao Xu feel bright and have some different experiences .

"What do you think about so much, why do you have to think the same as yourself to be good?"

Zhang Guoer said with a smile.

Zhao Xu, a standard genius scientific research engineering man, naturally thinks everything clearly, trying to explain everything around him with a logical theory.

But in Zhao Xu, Zhang Guoer not only saw the rigor of scientific research, but also the humanistic care of the exclusive doctor.

The combination of logic and sensibility gave Zhang Guoer a special feeling for Zhao Xu.

"Well, you're right."

Zhao Xu agreed again.

The interesting part of life is that it is full of unknowns, and it may be a good thing if it is different from what you think.

"Let's go, Uncle Song is waiting."

Zhang Guoer said again.

"Uncle Song? The boss here?"

Zhao Xu asked casually.

"Well, Uncle Song and my father have been friends for many years. Let me tell you, Uncle Song is a veteran of rock and roll. It's just that he doesn't come out to perform often, so he opened such a livehouse."

Zhang Guoer continued speaking naturally.

"The old man of rock and roll?"

Hearing Zhang Guoer introduce Uncle Song and Zhang Zhiwei as friends for many years, Zhao Xu couldn't believe how a professor of economics at Aurora University, a member of a national think tank, and a veteran of rock and roll could have an intersection.

"That's right, Uncle Song was the first group to hold a concert in Xiangjiang in the 90s."

Zhang Guoer said again.

"?! You're not talking about Song Wei, are you?"

Zhao Xu was shocked.

Although he is focused on his career, he also has his own leisure time.

When he is resting, in fact, his favorite thing is to listen to music, and it is rock.

Among rock and roll, Song Wei is his favorite.

Sometimes he couldn't help but feel a little regretful. When Song Wei was at his peak, he didn't catch up. It was a pity that he couldn't see it with his own eyes.

Unexpectedly, Zhang Guoer's uncle is actually Song Wei.

That was a big surprise.

"Do you like to listen to Uncle Song's songs? No, you like to listen to rock and roll?"

Seeing Zhao Xu's reaction, Zhang Guoer was also surprised.

She thought Zhao Xu was the kind of person who was obsessed with career and scientific research and didn't care about the world at all.

"That's right, the playlist of my certain cloud cycle is full of his songs."

Zhao Xu nodded.

"Isn't that just right? When you see Uncle Song, you can have a good chat with him. But Uncle Song is a bit weird, so he might not talk to you a lot."

Zhang Guoer said.

It's a coincidence that someone she has feelings for happens to like her uncle's music. She was worried that Zhao Xu's industry and work were different, and she didn't have much in common.

"I know, I understand that."

Zhao Xu understood that Song Wei's character was indeed a bit weird, but geniuses are like this.

It's just that someone like Song Wei who is full of fairy spirit will come out to open a live house, which is indeed somewhat beyond Zhao Xu's expectations.

After a while, Zhang Guoer led Zhao Xu into the backstage through a small door.

As soon as he entered the backstage, Zhao Xu saw a middle-aged man with a ponytail, a high hairline, and a waistcoat, but still looked very handsome, sitting in front of the computer, holding a meal while While eating, while looking at the computer screen, there seemed to be something composed on the screen.

"Uncle Song."

Zhang Guoer said softly.

"Well, here we go, let's eat."

The middle-aged man turned around, looked at Zhang Guoer, then at Zhao Xu, and said very flatly.

It seemed that Zhao Xu's appearance could only make him take one more look.

This is Song Wei?

After the two greeted each other like this, Zhao Xu knew that the middle-aged man with a high hairline and a vest in front of him was Song Wei.

Uh. .

Zhao Xu has watched Song Wei's concert video many times.

At the concert, Song Wei, who was wearing a small suit, with golden eyes, was full of immortality, and Song Wei who was full of fireworks now.

This comparison made Zhao Xu feel a little dazed.

"Come on, let's go eat."

Zhang Guoer said to Zhao Xu.

"Ah."

Zhao Xu replied that he had heard a lot of rumors about Song Wei's character. Zhao Xu was not from the art circle, and Song Wei only regarded him as an ordinary friend brought by Zhang Guoer, so he didn't say hello to Zhao Xu. Talking is also normal.

Zhang Guoer took Zhao Xu and found a place in the backstage to sit down. The meals were boxed lunches. Zhang Guoer took a box and handed it to Zhao Xu, saying, "Can you get used to eating boxed lunches?"

"I'm so used to it..."

Zhao Xu couldn't help sighing after receiving the box lunch Zhang Guoer handed over.

Looking at the box lunch in his hand, he inexplicably felt a sense of intimacy.

When it comes to eating boxed lunches, eating takeout, and eating instant noodles, there must be very few occupations that are more familiar than doctors.

Especially for emergency doctors, it is normal to have a meal in two or three days, which is already good.

Most of the time, I order lunch boxes or takeaways, and rush to have a bite when there are no patients. But many times, when I am sneaking in for a meal, I will suddenly encounter a patient call. In this case, I can only After putting down the meal, I hurried away.

When I came back after processing, I saw that the lunch box was already cold.

For emergency physicians, these are difficult daily routines.

"The usual work is very hard."

Zhang Guoer said to Zhao Xu while opening the lunch box.

"I don't think it's hard work, but many things can't be solved by hard work."

Zhao Xu said with a sigh.

Birth, old age, sickness and death are like surging waves, one wave after another, overwhelming. This is something everyone has to experience. This is a natural law, and it is far from being changed by a doctor's efforts.

"That's why I felt that doctors are great since I was a child."

Zhang Guoer said with a smile.

Hearing this, Zhao Xu felt warm in his heart, with a feeling of being understood and cared for, which made him feel that the things he worked so hard to do were worthwhile.

After dinner, the livehouse will not officially open until seven o'clock. Zhang Guoer and several band members are adjusting the equipment on stage.

Zhao Xu found a place to sit under the stage and ordered a glass of orange juice.

Just as Zhao Xu was watching Zhang Guoer audition, suddenly someone sat down beside him, and a very magnetic voice came.

"How did you and Guo'er meet?"

Zhao Xu turned his head and saw that at some point, Song Wei sat beside him, looked at him and asked.

"Mr. Song, we met during a meal."

The idol asked a question, and sitting so close to him, Zhao Xu was a little flustered, he didn't know what to call Song Wei, as long as he learned from those on TV and variety shows, he called everyone a teacher.

"What do you call me teacher? I'm not a teacher. Since you are Guo'er's friend, you can call me uncle. If you can't, you can call me boss. You can call me brother, but don't call me teacher."

Song Wei seems to be very concerned about others calling him teacher, or in other words, he is very uncomfortable with people in the circle calling him teacher now.

"Okay, Song... Uncle Song."

Zhao Xu said with a little embarrassment.

"Guoer has never brought anyone to see her performance, you are the first one. You are also an artist? Since Guoer can bring you here, you must be very accomplished in art?"

Song Wei continued to ask casually.

He gave Zhao Xu the feeling that he was casual, very casual, as if he could say whatever he wanted, and he could do whatever he wanted. He didn't seem to care much about many secular rules and the like.

To be honest, although Song Wei looks like a standard middle-aged man now, but when he spoke, the fairy spirit returned.

"I'm not an artist, I'm a doctor."

Zhao Xu said honestly.

"Doctor? Are you a doctor?"

With Song Wei's character of not caring about anything, he was a little surprised at this time. The person Guoer brought for the first time was a doctor.

It can be said that although doctors are great, they are completely incompatible with the art circle.

"Well, I work in the emergency department of the First Affiliated Hospital."

Zhao Xu said again.

Facing Song Wei, Zhao Xu felt a rare nervousness, as if he was being asked by an elder.

"The doctor is good, the doctor is good, much better than those messy people in the circle. Guo'er has a good vision."

To Zhao Xu's surprise, Song Weiyi looked very satisfied, as if he was very satisfied with Zhao Xu.

From this point, it can be seen that Song Wei looks down on people in the so-called inner circle very much.

"Don't you think she and I belong to two circles?"

Zhao Xu suddenly asked with great interest.

This Song Wei is really fairy-like, and there is an unexpected feeling in everything he says and does, which makes people want to explore him more.

"A circle? What is a circle? Only pigs, sheep, dogs, and chickens are kept in pens, and people are not in pens."

Song Wei said something that was difficult for ordinary people to understand.

I have to say, he is a wonderful man!

"Come here often in the future."

After asking what he wanted to ask, Song Wei stood up, left without saying a word.

This. .

It was the first time Zhao Xu met someone like Song Wei. How should I put it, Zhao Xu didn't hate this straightforward and unexpected feeling, but it felt very fresh.

If this kind of indifference behavior was placed on someone else, Zhao Xu would feel that this person was disrespectful and rude, but on Song Wei, it felt very free and easy, just like the feeling of a celebrity in the Wei and Jin Dynasties.

Soon, it was seven o'clock, and the livehouse opened, and the seats were filled up one after another.

Zhang Guoer, who was standing on the stage, saw that almost everyone had come and the equipment had been adjusted, picked up the microphone, looked at Zhao Xu in the audience, and said, "Today is a special day, a friend of mine Come and see my performance. I recently created this song Night Flight Star, and I want to sing it for the first time, dedicated to this friend.”

Hearing this, the other people sitting in the audience couldn't help discussing.

"This is the first time the lead singer has rapped and sung to someone!"

"Yes, I heard that the lead singer has always sung only by himself. Other lead singers can order songs as long as they buy a 2000 yuan flower basket. This lead singer is good. Once I saw a rich second generation who bought ten flower baskets, but not a single song."

"What? Ten? Isn't this [-]? You can't even order a song? This lead singer is not a big star."

"It's because no one has ever been able to order a song. The lead singer always sings what he wants to sing and then leaves. He just has fun and doesn't care about the money."

Hearing the vague discussions of the people around him, Zhao Xu had a strange feeling, as if he had become a hidden protagonist.

Soon, after the introduction, Zhang Guoer adjusted the equipment, looked at Zhao Xu in the audience, smiled slightly, and started the performance.

[The Obsessive Fish Carrying the Light to Cross the Ocean Selection]

As Zhang Guoer opened his mouth, an ethereal, ethereal voice filled with the sense of cosmic weightlessness came. Zhao Xu was instantly immersed in the voice, and a picture seemed to appear in his mind.

A space battleship is sailing alone in the vast and boundless space in an unknown direction.

[Continue to dive

no oath required
My heart is like an old sinking mothership
. . .

lit star

I ignite the front sight at the end of my eyes with my own hands

let night fall
let the meteorite

Restart flying like a firefly

broken soul
lit star

Ignite the sparks in the dark forest with your own hands

. . .

lit star

Ignite the sparks in the dark forest with your own hands

Waking up from ignorance
but i

Softly bid farewell to this new dawn]

Accompanied by the ethereal voice, Zhao Xu's exhaustion from the day seemed to disappear.

Looking at Zhang Guoer who was singing on the stage, Zhao Xu couldn't help being immersed in it with his detached and mysterious demeanor.

This night was really beautiful.

(End of this chapter)