Iron-blooded Sister-in-law

On the night of change, there was a burst of clear piano sound in the concert hall. The notes were like a group of soldiers who were tired but ready to go after the battle. They leaned tightly behind the bunker and waited for the dawn.

The staff group and the newly elected representatives will gradually bring the operation of the capital back on track, but the burden on Da Ke has not been relieved at all. He needs to go around familiar places to relieve the pressure.

It seems that the center of Moscow here is no different from what he remembers, except that the street market opposite looks more modern, but time has not faded the color of the Red Square, it has only allowed it to settle a little, giving it a more heavy feeling.

——The oligarchs did not dare to challenge the bottom line of history. They did not tarnish the great man, but judging from the degree of dust on the Lenin Mausoleum, most of them lacked the care of the commissioner.After cleaning the Lenin Mausoleum himself, he felt a little more relaxed. After breathing, Da Ke turned his eyes to the building that had not been used for a long time, showing a wonderful expression.

If it was ordinary music, at this distance, Dake would not be able to hear it if he didn't listen carefully, but the rhythm of those key strikes was full of someone's strong emotion, which aroused Dake's spiritual resonance, and his eyes flickered , marked the other party, only to find that the player was Frederick the Great who hadn't shown up tonight.

What a relief, that woman.

The Germans played the piano in the Bolshoi Theater. It was actually quite weird in this war time, but the most difficult time to reveal has passed, and Da Ke didn't mind enjoying the woman's performance for a while.

Walking towards the concert hall, the Kremlin returned the salute to the soldiers who saluted him—the other party recognized him as the first "political commissar" who took the lead in rushing into the Kremlin, and was quite emotional.

"Don't be nervous, comrade, is that woman asking to borrow the piano?" Da Ke asked.

"We've seen that lady talk to Comrade Weiyan, and knowing that she's also the ship's wife, we opened the door—"

"Then let her play, don't mind."

"Yes."

Although he said as if he was planning to leave, Dake walked into the concert hall slowly, wanting to see what Frederick was up to.

Neither the Prime Minister's Office in Tokyo nor Vladi's temporary hotel has the conditions for her to perform to the fullest, but it is different in the Kremlin. As the political and cultural center of the Soviet Union, even if the government is decayed, the various musical instruments in the Grand Theater It is still quite well maintained, just right for Frederick to show off his talents.

Her fingers are slender and can span twelve degrees. It seems that she doesn't need much effort to sweep the keys, but in fact every stroke is full of explosive power. This is also the source of her playing emotions-high physical coordination and musicality.

There was sadness, excitement, anticipation, and resistance. In short, Dake heard a lot. He felt that this song was not improvised by Frederick, but was played specially for him. resonate.

After Frederick slammed the keys and the whole solo ended with a rather shocking and high-spirited emotion, Da Ke approached her and spoke slowly:

"I thought that the intensity of the iron-blooded battle would make you have no time to learn the piano."

The man clapped his hands, but said something a little out of place.

"It didn't go through particularly hard practice. For Jianniang, as long as it's something we are interested in, if we study a little bit, we can achieve great achievements in this field just like instinct."

Frederick raised his eyes, and his charming eyes looked even more gorgeous against the backdrop of the resplendent hall.

The dark oily hair was slightly undone, revealing the corner of her other dark golden eye, and the whole person looked more graceful and luxurious than before, as if she was a beauty who only existed for this occasion and for the interpretation of art .

"We are God's darlings, but at the same time, God has fixed our destiny for us because of his selfishness... Whether it is our future, character, or talent, it is like a script, which has been arranged long ago... …it's hard to change."

She spoke softly and listened very philosophically, but in Da Ke's ears, it was just a foreshadowing for communicating with him.

Da Ke put on a look of all ears.

In the beginning, it wasn't that he didn't want to take the initiative to understand Frederick, it was just because she was much more mature and had more ideas than some girls, so she rarely needed his attention.

However, from the day when the psychic power erupted, Kremlin had a strong desire to change Frederick.

I want her to understand that showing concern doesn't have to be done in twisted ways.

"..."

Under Dake's scrutinizing gaze, Frederick choked on the second half of his sentence as if he had forgotten the words.

She looked into the man's icy blue eyes, and suddenly her heart was filled with guilt.

Although she explained that the ugliness of white human nature is also the pain that must be experienced on the road of growth, she understands that this is also the reason she self-righteously imposed on Kremlin, and the reason is nothing more than she thinks it will be good for Dake.

She began to regret it, and felt that she had caused permanent psychological trauma to Dake, and she was not a "good elder.

Frederick didn't know that Dake's tolerance was actually very strong. She had preconceived ideas and added some psychological burden to herself, which made her a little uncomfortable looking at Dake directly.

"... Rachmaninoff Piano Concerto No. [-] - pity only piano, no 'concerto'."

After a minute of silence, Kremlin put his hands on the keys.

"...don't like this piece of music?" Frederick tried his best to keep his voice at a slightly apologetic level without appearing flustered.

"Sergey... I have read the life of this musician."

The man held the piano, moved his eyes upwards to the curved dome, and looked at the bright lighting—even though the dome is empty, it is the most loyal audience that has witnessed countless great performances .

"Some people say that he is the enemy of the people, but he just can't understand the true meaning of revolution. We banned his music and then lifted it. The country has very complicated feelings for him, but I personally think that he is not bourgeois. "

Dake took down a viola from the musical instrument rack beside him.

"Comrade Stalin also praised his music very much, although he was never able to return to his motherland to see it..."

Dake pulled out a chair and sat beside Frederick: "So I still want you to explain why you played the Second Concerto for me."

"...Human beings are easy to change. Whether it's degeneration or self-improvement, they are more malleable than Jianniang. That's why I want to teach you and make you better...but I also realized my mistakes... ..."

Frederick said softly:

"I don't mean to hurt you, child. This song is just like your life. Since your spiritual power awakened that day, I have felt the joys and sorrows, peaks and valleys of your life from your intense emotions. The rhythm of the ups and downs sounds like every note is stubborn and tough, but no one is born so strong. Whenever your strings are stretched to a limit, they will bounce back downwards, and you will take The strength that the world can't understand continues to go on... I should be proud of you, but every time you continue to maintain a strong appearance, I feel less uneasy and sad."

Frederick held Dake's hand to prevent him from continuing to test the sound with the bow: "This kind of feeling is not what the elders give to the children..."

"...so what do you think it is?"

Da Ke, who was stroked by Frederick, glanced at his panel calmly.

Frederick's favorability... 100.

This woman actually... has changed from being a good mother.

"This is love, child." Frederick's breathing became a little heavy, but it was just a little—

"...Then can you change this address and then fall in love with me?"

Dake was helpless.

"...I want to gain your affirmation, a special identity, a title that only exists between you and me, just like Eugen would call you Bear, and Z-23 will always call you Comrade Commander...you can Is it? Think of it as satisfying the transcendent wish of an arrogant woman like me..."

"No."

Dake shook his head with a dark face.

At first he listened to Frederick playing the last Romantic composer, and thought she would have a different job, but in the end he returned to this annoying topic.

"...If you feel too shameful in public, I will pay attention, but in private...is it okay? Child..."

Saying this, Frederick actually took on a pleading tone, and leaned forward even more, almost clinging to Dake's body.

Dake wanted to continue to refuse, but she was too big...

The clothes on this woman's upper body were originally designed according to the lady's tulle dress, but because the gauze curtain covering the chest is made of light-transmitting black lace, it does not have any real blocking effect, and it also strengthens a certain The effect of "deep dark fantasy" made it difficult for Da Ke to look away.

He rolled his eyes away indiscriminately, only to find that the two guards at the door had already closed the door, as if they had decided to give them a very romantic tryst space from the very beginning.

"……Can consider it."

Dake moved his eyes back.

His mother left a little early, and did not leave a deep memory in his life——

To put it bluntly, he is a little lacking in love, but he has diluted his need for maternal love through learning, rich life, and fighting.

Frederick can't fill this part of the gap...but it's because Dake separates her love from mother's love, and it seems that it's not impossible to use a kind of affectionate name in private.

Nikolai, Nikolai, you are getting more and more out of bounds now - today you allow this woman to call you a child - tomorrow she will put you to sleep!feed you to eat! !

She was alert for a short while, but Frederick suddenly put all the weight of her upper body on Dake's chest. She left the piano bench with her legs, supported his shoulders, and gave him a very affectionate kiss.

Kremlin seemed to be wrapped in a warm and dense atmosphere, and he felt a little sleepy. He didn't recover until his lips parted, and he looked at Frederick's slightly warmed cheeks. What to say.

"I won't try to control you anymore..."

The Dark Virgin moved her hands up, holding Dake's cheeks, carefully admiring his beautiful eyes, and brushing away the scars at the corners of his mouth.The dark golden eyes reflected Dake's ice blue irises, and mixed into a mysterious purple that hinted at emotions:

"Fuck me all you want, more, more..."

"...Although I really want to, but I can't do it now."

Dake also supported her waist with one hand—even though the turret was so huge, this woman’s waist was still so slender and tight, which was against ergonomics. The illusion of being attracted by the other party is like an asteroid being captured by the mass of a star. It is trapped in a deep gravitational field, and the whole body is limp. If you don't want to push the other party away, you have no intention of challenging her at all.

This woman is too scary—whether it is her spirit or body, she is a first-class rival to Da Ke, and she fits the definition Da Ke gave her a long time ago.

"The touch of a hug, the warmth of the skin—you understand that, kid?"

Dake showed not very resolute resistance, but Frederick did not make things difficult for him, and was about to get up——

However, due to the abrupt contact between the two, Dake was still holding the bow. This poor thing was pressed against Dake's chest, and was squeezed by the heavy turret of the Iron-Blooded battleship. Just as it was clamped up and it was difficult to separate, then there was a bang, and the bowstring part was torn off by the unconscious "cooperation" of the two...

"Oh?"

Frederick was stunned for a moment, the broken string crashed on her turret, making the scene in front of Dake as exciting and explosive as waxing the turret armor before the naval parade in the port of Kiel.

The light reflected from the dome made Frederick's tulle ripple, just like her moist lips, reminding people of various words used to describe objects that are smooth and tender.

"It's like turning back into a child... so cute."

Although her smile was still full of motherhood and tolerance, the meaning in it had long been laced with more encouragement. It wasn't until Da Ke coughed softly that he slowly moved back to his seat.

"Then let's play this piece together—I didn't know you could play the violin..."

"It's as if I didn't know that you were more interested in younger men... We still don't know each other well. So, please, Comrade Frederick."

Da Ke stretched out his hand and made a "gentleman" gesture that he had never done before.

It's not that it won't, it's that it doesn't feel necessary.

If you want to be bold, you can naturally be bold, and if you want to be elegant and artistic, you can also be elegant. This is Kremlin, but he will never forget how great his motherland is that allows him to live with so-called elegant sentiments——

"To celebrate your victory today, I wish you continued victory in the future, son."

Frederick squeezed his fingers, and with the melodious sound of the Kremlin, he played a love-filled concerto for the youth she admired.

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PS. Adjust the daily schedule

Chapter 247

Moscow is quiet in the early morning.

Because of the curfew that had to be imposed during the special period, there were not many people on the street-on weekdays, outside the city center, homeless people and parents who lost their homes and ran between parks and factories with their children were often seen.It is somewhat gratifying that there are actually a large number of vacant houses in the periphery. With the "generosity" of some bourgeois, the new Soviet government was able to resettle some homeless people. Facts have proved that Moscow is not as "short of materials" as imagined, but because The merchants felt that there was no profit, so the granary was closed and the real estate was empty, just like Yankees dumping milk.

The instigated army was quickly put into the post of maintaining order, as usual, but this time their attitude of communicating with the citizens was much better.

This also made Dake more or less aware of some reality, or the same sentence, there is nothing new under the sun...the same is true under the moon, at least for human beings.