After the first dance of the duo show, the banquet entered the traditional waltz of many people. The generals with old-fashioned and serious faces in the ordinary days also showed the vitality of gentlemen on such occasions, and the ladies who rarely showed up were even more radiant and dynamic, and the inner hall with typical European decoration was suddenly filled with dazzling colors.

From the outside, Goebbels's two-story residence is not particularly large, and although the inner hall occupies most of the space on the first floor, except for the tables, chairs, sofas, wine tables, and a small band of more than ten people, the rest of the space is enough for forty or fifty people to dance together. In this case, some guests who are not ready to dance or prepare to make a preemptive move consciously give up their space, some smoke and chat in the front yard, and some walk through the inner hall to the small garden in the back yard. In addition to the usual moon seasons and rhododendrons, there are also patches of lilies and many flowers that Lynn can't name, and although they don't bloom much in the season, they are obviously carefully cultivated and look pretty good. For the female guests who can only face the scattered fake flowers and fake trees, this small private garden that can be called "pocket" compared to the real aristocratic manor is still quite rare. I saw a few middle-aged ladies with slightly bloated bodies strolling along the gravel paths between the flower beds, sometimes leaning over to admire the flowers, sometimes stopping to talk, except for wearing loose and clumsy skirts, almost everything followed the habits of the early high society.

As Lynn stood by the porch, smoking a cigarette as he watched the well-dressed ladies wander around the garden, wondering if his partner in life would come from such a group of female surnames, or just an ordinary civilian female surname like Alice, an orderly officer with the rank of lieutenant walked up to him and whispered, "Lynn. Second Lieutenant Gargo, Your Excellency Minister, I would like to ask you to come and visit. ”

"Oh, good!" Lynn hurriedly put out the half-smoked cigarette in the sand jar next to him, straightened his collar, and followed the tall officer, with red lips and white teeth, into the inner hall, although he had only stayed in the backyard for a short time, and it seemed that it had reached the third dance, the band was playing the old Strauss's Radetzky March, and the dancing guests embraced the little birthday star Haida in the center like a moon, and at this time she was dancing with the temperament of Laurenzi. Bach, the petite Madame Bach, was invited by another general to show the infinite charm of the young woman's surname with standard and professional movements.

"This is our hero, Lynn. Gargo, it was he who rescued Haida and Elizabeth under the guns of the Soviet army! ”

Goebbels introduced Lynn to the ladies gathered around him, and although the senior beauties immediately gave a slight sigh of admiration, their gazes on Lynn were only plain and bland. As the wives of the generals, they may have seen more brave soldiers than pigs, horses, cattle and sheep, and it is indeed difficult for a young second lieutenant to catch the eye.

Lynn knew nothing about the social etiquette of European high society, except that when she was at the headquarters of the "Vampire" commando, she experienced two internal banquets attended by the families of officers, and she knew a little about the wording. To Goebbels' praise, he politely replied: "It is an honor to be below!" ”

Goebbels then said: "Dancing with our hero was a wish that Haida had made before, and she was going to dance four dances today, so ...... Next up was Second Lieutenant Gargo. Among other things, this is indeed an honor that a man should be proud of. ”

Since the dinner party is called a ball in this life, dancing is naturally an indispensable item, and Lynn expected it in her heart, but she only attended two ballroom dance training classes held by the department in her four-year college career. Thinking about what to do, I specially asked my new roommate Myer for guidance in the past two days, and I barely mastered the most basic round dance skills. Looking at the enthusiastic and unrestrained figures on the field regardless of age, and the neat dance steps, I couldn't help but feel up, and my heart couldn't help but go up and down: the movements were clumsy, and I would definitely step on my feet and fall down after a while. It was not just a matter of jokes, but it would make the arrogant Goebbels feel that he had lost face and ended up...... Because of apprehension, the waiting time passed in a flash, the cheerful melody stopped, the men and women on the dance floor saluted each other with great grace, and then, Haida, who was already flushed, walked over quickly, with a smile at the corner of his eyes and eyebrows.

"Happy, right? My little princess! Goebbels showed his closeness and peace as a loving father at this time.

"It's fun!" Hagrid said sweetly, noticing the face standing beside her father, and looked up at Lynn.

"This is Second Lieutenant Gargo." Goebbels said briefly.

The eight-year-old girl looked at Lynn again curiously, and what she said next drew a snicker from the ladies next to her: "His eyes are not as charming as Swageman!" ”

Lynn didn't know who Swagman was at this time, and if he had seen Goebbels' guard lieutenant and realized that he had one of his eyes as a prosthetic, he would have laughed as much as the ladies did.

The little princess's fascination with officers can sometimes be as pure as a fairy tale, but Lynn is just an unrelated bystander. Goebbels then smiled and said, "This can't be helped, there is only one Swageman in the whole of Germany." My little princess, are you going to continue dancing, or are you going to sit back and enjoy the show? ”

"I'm tired!" Haida replied in a low voice that she probably wouldn't have thought about how unfair it was to an officer who had saved her, even though she had been so excited to make chocolates for free.

Lynn was indeed a little disappointed when he heard this, but at the same time, he was also relieved that he didn't have to worry about making a fool of himself.

"Then let's watch the show!" Goebbels bent down, picked up Haida with his thin arms, dragged her with his sick leg, which was not very mobile, and carried her all the way to the most upright sofa next to the pillars of the hall. This scene may have made many guests feel the greatness of fatherly love, but Lynn was disappointed that Goebbels did not even give a word of explanation or comfort. In this near-terminal empire, the concept of class is still unbreakable, and even if he has performed heroically to save his life, he is only an insignificant person after all. Goebbels, the important founder of this empire, is not exempt from vulgarity, let alone his high hopes.

The band had already begun to play a fourth dance piece, which was supposed to be a waltz composed by Austrian musician Schubert. For music, Lynn still knows a little about it, and he sees Eva. Vottridge and Laurenzi. Bach became a dance partner, and Mrs. Bach sat next to Helen. At this moment, Goebbels gave a gesture to the middle-aged man who looked like a butler, and the man in the white dress walked quickly to the band and signaled them to stop playing. Immediately afterwards, he turned his back to the orchestra conductor and announced to the people in the inner hall: "Ladies and gentlemen, what is next is a special gift from the Führer to Haida, please keep your eyes open and appreciate it carefully!" ”

The intention of this was clearly not the gift itself, Lynn thought to herself, but to remind the senior generals and dignitaries present that the great German Führer was still the master of the empire, that he was and would still exercise supremacy, and that his closest comrade-in-arms Goebbels would convey his every command on his behalf when his health was not so convenient.

However, the figure that walked next to the center of the inner hall was completely beyond Lynn's expectations, making him suddenly forget where he was and who he was.

She has wide eyebrows and thick lips, bright eyes, a smooth complexion, a few red and green ornaments on her head, long black hair braided to her waist, a string of turquoise prayer beads hanging around her neck, and a rose-red long-sleeved Tibetan silk shirt, with a wide horizontal stripe of colored cloth as the placket, and loose velvet as the trim, layered without clutter, and simple and graceful.

Use the gramophone to play Tibetan music, and it is the kind of musical instrument and singing mixed together, it sounds a little hoarse, some noisy, so that it is divided into people feel quite strange, but beautiful things are often not confined to the form, she calmly throws her sleeves and dances, dragging, forking the waist, trembling, shaking sleeves, point step, rotation, every movement is full of rhythm, advance and retreat freely, in the long sleeves flying, skirts fluttering, people seem to see the mysterious Oriental Plateau, see the magnificent snow-capped mountains, the vast grassland, see those simple, Tibetans who are natural and have unique cultural traditions.

On this one-person stage, she is brisk, stretched, unrestrained, energetic, and swaying to her heart's content, so that every audience around her is sincerely quiet, watching this unprecedented scene intently.

With a chic two-handed salute, she stopped, and the music on the gramophone continued, and the guests did not know that the dance was over, and they could not squeeze into Lynn, who was at the front, and they could see it from a long distance. By the time he reacted, Goebbels had already given his little princess a standing ovation. Next, the hall resounded with a wave of applause, from the sparse at the beginning to the enthusiasm at the back, this applause deduced the process of thunderstorms in nature, and Lynn saw that many guests were still exchanging warm praises. He is actually no stranger to the Tibetan dance he has seen many times on the screen before, but he has never watched a solo Tibetan dance so seriously. In this distant foreign land, after experiencing the devastation of war and the torment of life and death, he seems to have lost his womb and returned to his bones, but his soul gradually lost his way. At this moment, what he was thinking about was not how she had traveled thousands of miles to get here, but her current life and future situation. Although the applause of the guests was even more enthusiastic than that of Goebbels's speech, they did not necessarily give the performers due praise for their beautiful dance, but a strong sense of novelty and, rather, they were enthusiastic onlookers, and how could they comprehend that unique cultural charm through a few minutes of dancing?

(To be continued)