The night is getting darker and the lights are on; the capital of the Red Empire ends the hustle and bustle of the day and begins a colorful nightlife.

Sitting in the comfortable back row of Volga car, Long Yun looked at the dim night view outside the window. Moscow was still in a prosperous scene after dusk. The citizens walking on the street looked calm and walked hurriedly, and everything seemed to be more coordinated and peaceful than when he visited last time.

Perhaps it was because the war had started for a long time, and he recovered from the initial surprise and haste. In the heart of the Soviet Empire far away from the front, people's work and life rhythms gradually returned to normal. Thinking that this peaceful and peaceful scenery was dependent on the struggle between himself and his comrades on the front, Long Yun couldn't help feeling something. He leaned relaxedly on the back of the soft seat, looking at the vast night sky that was blocked by the mountains of buildings and appeared from time to time.

Immersed in memories of the past, Long Yun did not start to consider his event arrangement tonight until his car arrived at the grand Moscow National Theater. He had heard of Lyudmila for a long time. This woman, who is said to be beautiful and unrestrained, but with a little mysterious color, has now aroused his great curiosity.

Is Victor Rezenov's lover? What kind of woman would that be?

The Soviet National Grand Theater, located on the banks of the Moscow River, often holds concerts, opera performances and other large-scale events on weekdays. Judging from the theatre's arrangement and the guests on site, today's performance specifications seem quite high. At the moment when the war is in full swing, it seems a bit out of place to hold such a large concert, but it is absolutely necessary for the millions of Moscow residents who suffer from the war. For the huge Soviet Union, only the stable and vast rear living order can be as always as possible to ensure the normal operation of society and avoid unnecessary consumption of the country's war potential.

Of course, it is also a spiritual motivation and reward for the combat heroes and meritorious people who came to participate in the commendation in the past two days.

Long Yun, who came here directly from the Ministry of Defense, wore a neat and straight Air Force dress, walked through the dedicated parking lot on the back of the theater under the escort of the accompaniment of agents, and walked into the magnificent and lively interior of the National Grand Theater from the side door of this huge building. Although due to the war, the wide main entrance of the theater has been closed and suspended for security reasons, the side doors and side halls on both sides of the hall are also magnificent.

Although the people who walked all the way to the in-house of the theater and walked back and forth in the corridor did not know the young Victor Rezenov, they all showed a respectful look when they saw the eaves and medals on the military uniform.

Because all the soldiers present, even those who did not know Victor, understood that this energetic major general of the Air Force looked about thirty years old, so naturally it was impossible for him to be the kind of military politician who relied on his qualifications to climb up, but had achieved amazing military achievements to achieve this position. For civilians who were not clear about the rank of military rank, the two shiny Venus medals on Long Yun's chest were enough to tell everything, so it was reasonable for everyone to show special respect and respect.

Then he walked through the corridor and walked into the theater. He found his place in the VIP seat in the front row. Long Yun politely greeted his colleagues on both sides, and then sat down a little uncomfortable.

Long Yun rarely visited the scene before; although he was quite fond of music, in this parallel world, he seemed to have become accustomed to dealing with fighter jets, and was a little unfamiliar with other things. If he wanted to enjoy the music, he could go back to the real world to communicate with Su Xue; sitting upright with a group of soldiers here to enjoy the performance, of course, it was a reward, but he always felt a little uncomfortable.

Long Yun would not let much thought, the lights in the theater became dim, and tonight's performance officially began.

As the performances continued, Long Yun, who was not an expert, could slowly hear that the performance, which was mainly singing and opera, was quite superb: whether it was a strong baritone singing or a uniform female chorus, although he was not good at artistic processing and expression, he also felt that listening to the singing on the spot, whether it was a full sense of real presence or the warm applause of the surrounding audience after the singing, this atmosphere was really not comparable to the headphones.

In Russia, which has a long history, the artistic atmosphere is quite rich and rich. Perhaps this is already a living habit of this country and nation? After a well-received short opera, the curtain slowly closed, and the broadcaster reported the next program in the spotlight:

The female vocal sings "Hawthorn Tree" and is sung by the famous young singer Lyudmila.

When the newspaperman read out the name "Ludmira", a long-lasting applause burst out in the theater. For this beautiful soprano singer, people expressed their love with applause and whistle. Until the curtain opened, the noise in the theater gradually turned into extreme silence full of expectations.

Long Yun, sitting in the front row, heard the crowd's tsunami welcome, guessed that this was probably the one Lyudmira (this name is actually very common in the Soviet Union), so he looked at the stage curiously: Because it was very close to the stage, you could see the details on the stage without special attention. He only saw Lyudmira in a crimson performance costume coming to the stage, holding a microphone in his hand and bowing deeply to the audience, and then calmly came to the prepared orchestra. He was guarded by dozens of instrumentalists like stars and moon-supporting stars, bathing in a layered bright light. The woman's elegant and slender figure seemed to be a red rose blooming in the sun, and as dazzling as a perfect work of art.

Although he was looking up, Long Yun could not help but be deeply attracted by the peerless beauty of Lyudmira. This young woman with a beautiful appearance, dignified manner, and a bit similar to Su Xue between her eyebrows is Victor Rezenov's lover? Recently, there have been many strange things and Long Yun, who has seen many beauties, couldn't help but secretly admire her. This young singer is really a beautiful beauty who is fascinating to the whole country.

As the commander raised his gesture, the huge theater suddenly became silent; he couldn't help but admire the beauty of Lyudmira, and Long Yun couldn't help but sit up straight and listen attentively.

As the prelude of the orchestra sounded, the beautiful and beautiful singing echoed soothingly in the theater. This pure and transparent high-pitched female voice, like a brilliant Milky Way hanging high in the sky, and like a rainbow that penetrates the sky, stirring in the minds of all the audiences. The melodious female voice that talks about is as praising the persistent pursuit of beauty, and also seems to be blooming the infinite love of life, exuding endless artistic appeal, which makes everyone present admire it.

After the song was sung, warm applause sounded again in the theater; Lyudmira, who had finished the curtain call again, could not calm the audience's enthusiasm, so she sang another song to stop.

After singing, he took the bouquet handed by the flower presenter. Lyudmila moved her steps lightly, lifted her skirt lightly, and walked downstairs with graceful and graceful gait. As one of the important contents of this performance, the organizer specifically instructed the young singer to take care of the combat heroes in the front row. When he came to Long Yun and others' seats, Lyudmila shook hands and greeted the soldiers who stood up to salute him one by one.

This unusual arrangement made Long Yun unable to deal with it for a moment.

Seeing Lyudmira approaching, Long Yun knew that he would inevitably encounter an extremely embarrassing scene. He felt a blank in his mind and had no idea how to face this elegant woman as Victor. He subconsciously wanted to retreat, but found that there was nowhere to go, so he could only watch Lyudmira shook hands with the radar colonel beside him, and then stepped closer to him.

After slowly approaching Long Yun, stretching out his slender hand and smiling Lyudmira, after seeing the appearance of the Air Force Major General in front of her, she suddenly showed unconcealed surprise! She opened her lips slightly, her delicate body under the performance costume trembled slightly, and her delicate perfect face showed unconcealed surprise and—

And great surprises.

Suddenly, he looked at Lyudmila, who was shining with light, and Long Yun had no idea what to say. The people around him felt strange when they saw it. Fortunately, Lyudmila quickly recovered as usual. When she saw Long Yun, she had no reaction. She frowned slightly, but gently took the initiative to take his right hand:

"Hello,...Comrade General, I'm very happy to see you!"

"...Hello, you, Lyudmira...Ms.."

He squeezed out a response incoherently. Long Yun knew that it was inappropriate to say this, both as an audience member and as a lover. However, when he heard this slightly stiff and restrained response, Lyudmira smiled quite understandingly. When he raised his foot and walked towards the next soldier, he looked back slightly and gave him a meaningful look back.

Standing on the spot a little dazedly, Long Yun only saw the moment of Liudmira's eyes flowing back, and watched her gradually fade away; he was not young but had no emotional experience yet, but he had no chance to experience the light glimpse, but how ambiguous and passionate it was.

It is a kind of blurred look that only exists in love with others, often in private occasions...

In this way, the brief and enthusiastic meeting ended, and the performance of the theater continued. Long Yun, who sat back on the sofa, was really absent-minded. It was completely different from his original calm temperament. Lyudmira's beautiful face seemed to have occupied all of his thinking at this time. After finally waiting for the whole performance to come back to reality from endless imagination, he was hesitating whether to meet Lyudmira, otherwise he would not be able to explain to Liu Jin and the others, but he saw a staff member in a gray vest who seemed to be walking towards the VIP seat:

"Hello, are you General Rezenov?——Ah, that's right, Ms. Pavlyuchenko asked you to see her in the backstage."
Chapter completed!