Wang Ye smiled modestly. "Every country has its own traditional arts; they just take different forms. When I visited China, I occasionally went to listen to Peking Opera and Kunqu Opera too. They're both quite captivating arts."
That was merely polite small talk. Wang Ye had indeed listened to Kunqu Opera and Peking Opera, but he truly could not bring himself to enjoy them.
It was not that they were bad. He simply lacked that "artistic sensibility" and could not appreciate them...
As the two spoke quietly, Tonya had already appeared onstage.
She was magnificently dressed today, breathtakingly stunning.
The stage was brightly lit while the audience area was relatively dark. Moreover, Tonya had focused all her attention on her dance movements. She only knew that many people were seated below in a dark mass, but she could not make out anyone's features at all.
Naturally, she had no idea that Wang Ye was sitting right in the center of the front row...
Wang Ye quietly watched Tonya dance gracefully onstage. Though he knew nothing about ballet, perhaps because Tonya danced so well, he found himself completely absorbed.
The one-hour ballet ended quickly. When the performers came out together for their curtain call, thunderous applause erupted from the audience.
Tonya stood onstage and bowed deeply. Only after the applause gradually died down did she raise her head.
The dancers did not leave the stage, because there was one final segment: they would take photographs with the important figures from Moscow and abroad.
For the dancers, this was a rare honor as well.
And the guests who had come today were no small figures!
Even if they did not care much about politics, many of the performers had heard the name of Mikhail, Deputy Speaker of the Duma. There was also