Before today, it was almost impossible for Edward to imagine that an 18-year-old surgeon and a 28-year-old opera writer could talk and laugh happily at a messy masquerade party.
Especially Kawei, who usually doesn't chat with others, actually discusses love with others...
At first glance, it sounds like the two have completely different attitudes towards love. Cavell chatted enthusiastically, but still refused Bizet's request to compose an opera based on him.
This was obviously a spur-of-the-moment suggestion. Bizet admitted that he was impulsive, but this impulse was not without reason. After all, the name of the first opera he composed was "The Medical Family", and the title of the opera that won the first prize for that operetta was "Doctor Caramil", both of which were related to doctors.
The only pity is that the former is a family comedy, while the latter is a love story, and there are no medical scenes.
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Edward didn't understand why the two of them could chat so happily at first, but later he seemed to understand from another perspective, because except for their different understandings of love, they were very similar in other aspects.
They are all workaholics, their lives are very simple, and they are all geniuses who have become famous at a young age. If one wanted to find a point of difference between the two, it would probably be the pipe dangling from Bizet's mouth.
From the moment they met, the pipe had been stuck to his mouth and kept spitting out smoke.
His addiction to smoking has exceeded that of most people Kawei has ever met.
Carvey certainly didn't like talking to strangers, even if he was a very famous playwright. The reason why we are talking about this now is that smoking is a very important opportunity.
He had never met Bizet, and he didn't recognize his face but he definitely knew his name. He also knew about his masterpiece "Carmen" and his untimely death when he left the world before the age of 40.
Many people say that Bizet's death was related to the failure of the premiere of "Carmen" and that he died in depression after not being recognized by the audience. However, when encountering changes in the prime of life, most people become crazy or choose to commit suicide. It is far-fetched to die suddenly and suddenly.
In fact, it is extremely irresponsible to baselessly discuss the cause of death of predecessors. What's more, the predecessor is now sitting in front of him alive, showing off tons of wine in his hands, and pouring out the bitterness of his failure after returning from Rome.
But Kawei is a doctor with top medical standards after more than a hundred years, and he can see some clues from the details of life.
He chose to make a tentative inquiry in the tone of a doctor, leading the topic from love and opera to tobacco, and then hoped to persuade him as a friend: "Mr. Bizet, you seem to have been coughing. Is it your throat?" Not feeling well?"
"good."
Bizet didn't care.
Being able to compose music in such a noisy place is indeed worthy of the name of genius. He even regarded coughing as a necessary rhythm point when composing music.
Whenever he writes a section on the music score, he will raise the little fork in his hand and dance back and forth with a melody that only he knows: "The weather in Paris has been unpredictable recently. It rained a little last night. Maybe I caught a cold. .”
"I see you cough whenever you smoke a pipe. It will feel better if you stop."
"Oh? Really?" Bizet put down the glass with a smile and couldn't help but give himself two more sips. "Then I can't stop, at least not today. The coughing is constantly inspiring me... ...cough cough cough..."
Kawei also had times when he rushed forward desperately, but when his body really had problems, it was useless to regret.
He didn't want the genius in front of him to make the same mistake again, so he suggested: "Although tobacco is a good recreational drug, it may also be toxic. If you have time, I suggest you go to the hospital for a check-up."
"Check? I've checked it a long time ago." Bizet touched his throat, "When I came back from Naples, my throat has been uncomfortable."
"What did the doctor say? What's the problem?"
Kawei asked tentatively, always hinting that his doctors were not too outrageous, but in the end he found that he was still too optimistic. The physician believed that Bizet's throat discomfort was related to the hot and dry weather in the Italian summer and the unregulated diet.
"He suggested that I move back to Paris as soon as possible and eat regular French food every day. After completing the above two points, he suggested that I try smoking some tobacco, saying it could relieve the discomfort in my throat." Bizet finished speaking and gave himself After taking a bite, "It was a little uncomfortable at first, but I got used to it. Every bite relaxed my throat."
"Did your throat feel uncomfortable before you smoked?" Kawei immediately identified Bizet's disease.
"Yeah, it was quite uncomfortable at the time." Bizet coughed twice more as he spoke, cleared his throat, and corrected his crooked voice, "But it's better now, at least it won't affect my creation. .”
For the respiratory tract, tobacco burning will never produce positive feedback. The reason why people think that smoking makes people cough less is because nicotine paralyzes the nerves.
Since the problem occurred before smoking, it means that tobacco may not be the main cause. The small twist in the diagnosis and the curiosity about the diagnosis results caused some changes in Kawei's mood that were difficult for outsiders to detect.
"How long has it been?"
"how long?"
Bizet stopped writing and recalled some things that happened when he went to Rome for further study: "In 1957, I won the Rome Composition Prize. I went there to study for three years. I lived in Naples at the time. In 1959, I returned to China to find a doctor at the Duomo Hospital... ..It’s been seven years.”
"For such a long time, it seems that tobacco has not played a big role." Kawei listened to his coughing from time to time and said, "It means that the original disease still exists."
"Maybe."
"So..." Kawei saw that he was still immersed in his music and had no intention of talking about the cough. He really didn't want to disturb him, so he just asked, "Mr. Bizet, will you come to see him tomorrow?" Operation?"
"Well, I will ask Mr. Edward to help me find a seat. It doesn't need to be too far forward. I can't read it anyway." Bizet suddenly stopped writing, and the smooth score was stuck in the final stage, which made him endure. He couldn't help but frowned, "I hope Professor Hujir won't scold me if he finds out."
Kawei smiled and joked: "I don't think it's a big problem. The operating theater in Vienna is still open to the public, just like Paris 20 years ago."
"That's good......"
Bizet held his pipe in his mouth, looked at the score horizontally and vertically for a long time, and asked: "Is the cesarean section tomorrow afternoon going to a pregnant woman?"
Kavi:? ? ?
"Um, I mean, she's married?"
"Probably." Kawei said, "I am only responsible for surgery. As long as it does not affect the diagnosis and treatment of the disease, I don't care about the patient's life."
The two people's chatting topics went round and round and finally returned to the beginning: "I guess since she has a child, she is most likely married, but I don't know if she truly loves each other. It is still too difficult to have free love these days. ”
"Yes, it is indeed more precious than gold."
Bizet took off his pipe and looked at Kavi: "So why does a young and promising medical genius like you have no love? Look at Professor Sedillo, who got married at the age of 22 after graduating from medical school. Hugier seems to be 25 years old. Qu People who fall in love at the age of 19 and get married at the age of 24... they are not geniuses."
Kawei was shocked by his gossip: "How do you know so clearly."
"In order to find inspiration." Bizet said with a smile, "To praise the love of doctors, it must be the love of doctors!"
Kavi laughed too, but didn't know what to say. His soul is already over 60 years old at least. In his last life, he was focused on medicine. Without this pursuit, his condition will only become more serious now.
According to Wilde, life is one stupid thing chasing another stupid thing, and love is two stupid things chasing each other...
Kawei sighed and expressed his point of view: "So not only are they stupid, but the stupid things they face will be twice as much as ordinary people."
Listening to the fallacy stated by Kawei seriously, Bizet disagreed: "Dr. Kawei, I sincerely admire your professionalism, but as for your view of love... As you just said, they even Fearless of twice as many stupid things, isn't this kind of love worth writing down a musical score for the world to sing about from generation to generation?"
"That's...okay."
...
At the masquerade party, Kawei did not dance, nor did he wear any mask to cover his face. The central carnival dance floor, the surrounding seats for resting, and the flirting bar had nothing to do with him. From beginning to end he stayed in the private room upstairs with Bizet and Edouard.
He met many people before the ball ended.
Including but not limited to the deputy governor of the Bank of France, the police chief, two local judges, some lawyers and many civil servants whose names he could not name, and of course many colleagues. Even the social-averse Kavi knew there was no harm in making friends with them.
Among them, the ones that concerned him the most were Bank Vice President Slang and Police Chief Sebasto.
The former mentioned a very important auction in which Kavi was interested. Although under Edward's leadership he could enter and exit all legal places in Paris at will, he still had to pay for it out of his own pocket. At this time, you need the bank to come forward and give you some necessary help.
And the latter...
"Director, how's the action tonight?" Kawei was already asking for help, so he could only take the initiative to raise the red wine glass and ask.
"Doctor Kawei, don't worry, if there is really a messy guy, my men will never let him go."
Sebasto patted his chest, poured half a glass of brandy into his mouth smoothly, and then breathed out the heavy smell of alcohol drunkenly: "Anyway, your queen will arrive in Paris in a few days. , things all came together, and we just went out to sort things out.”
Rectify?
Kavi didn't know the exact purpose of the note.
But the war taught him what it means to be cautious. Kawei was worried about something going wrong, so he had to give the note to Mick. But at the same time, he was afraid that it was a misunderstanding, that Mick would strike too hard indiscriminately, and hoped that the intervention of the French police would make the lunatic have some fear.
Who could have imagined that things would turn out like this now.
He is not worried about Mick. As long as this guy doesn't kill innocent people indiscriminately, he is basically invincible in Paris. This massive grain transport team alone was enough to demonstrate his status.
"Yes, to rectify it, we need to get rid of those shameless female rats on the street." Sebasto was really drunk, and he was very drunk. "As long as these rats are gone, Pigalle will be quite normal. Yes. You say so, Miss Sarana."
As he spoke, he forgot that there was an Edward sitting next to the girl, and couldn't help but lean his whole body into her arms.
Fortunately, Sarana reacted quickly, stood up gracefully, and then sat on her lover's lap to avoid this unnecessary trouble.
Of course, only women's troubles are avoided, and men's troubles are just beginning now.
Edward helped Sarana up, and then stood up himself. While tying up his tie and white shirt, he looked at the white gloves in his pocket: "Mr. Director, you are drunk, why don't you go back first?" Bar."
"Go back? Why go back?"
Shebasto became more and more courageous. He shook the wine glass in his hand and shouted: "Miss Sarana is so, so beautiful. She was far away yesterday. I am lucky enough to see her up close today. Why don't I stay a little longer?" That’s right.”
Seeing that he was pushing further, Edward could only continue to declare his sovereignty: "Don't you look up and see who I am?"
"Who?" Sebasto threw away his hand, shook twice and finally stood firm, and then he saw clearly, "Hey, isn't this Ambassador Edward? He came back from, from that place called Vienna. ,At once......"
"Have you had enough trouble?!"
"Don't talk nonsense. I'm not making trouble." Shebasto's eyes and smile changed completely, becoming more sarcastic, "Salana's performance last night was so successful, but she left in such a hurry. It turns out... Haha! I think, ah! I think, ah, we should celebrate her, don’t you think so?"
The same sentence will have two completely opposite meanings after it passes through the ears of different people.
What Kavi heard was true, because he didn't know Sarana's true occupation, and he didn't see Sarana getting into Edward's carriage. What Edward must have heard was another meaning. The object of celebration changed from "successful performance" to "walking hastily", which became a derogatory term.
If the new female star hadn't tried her best to dissuade him, Edward's gloves might have hit that person's face.
When that time comes, there is really no room for change.
Kawei, who had talked to the director the most, had to intervene at this time: "He just drank too much and was drunk when he first came here. We all hold important positions, so it was just a joke, forget it." "
"Yes, Mr. Edward, don't worry about these details."
"I also felt something was wrong when I saw him at the door. Has he been drinking since noon?"
"Ramadan is coming next, and we have to do all kinds of security work for the queen's trip. It's time to have a good time."
Just when everyone was trying to persuade Edward to calm down, there was a muffled sound of heavy objects hitting him in the private room. When they turned around, they discovered that Sebasto, who had just been holding a wine bottle and talking nonsense, had fallen to the ground.
