925 triangular duel
Daisy Ridley looked at Renly Hall seriously in front of her. The mixed emotions in her eyes were so rich, so turbulent, so delicate, yet so clear, presented in detail, as if Like a heavy rain, it poured down heartily, but face to face, she accepted all the shock without reservation..
“Mr. Kindness, you are a messenger sent by God." This is Fantine's exclamation and praise..
“As long as I am alive, Cosette will not be harmed in any way." This is Jean Valjean's promise and persistence..
However, in Jean Valjean's eyes, what Fantine saw was guilt and sadness, or pain and struggle. Fantine instantly understood those scars. Only those who have experienced deja vu can truly read Yes, she recognized him, the mayor who drove her out of the factory, the turning point that led to her ending up here..
In the past, she hated him and wanted to gnaw his flesh and drink his blood, because she believed that he was also a member of the countless ruling classes, stepping on the shoulders of poor people and enjoying wealth and glory; but now, she Feeling him, they are such similar people deep in their souls, and those pains and promises have re-evolved into different meanings..
She thought that he was a messenger sent by God, so she was willing to hand over Cosette; now, she knew that he was another version of herself, and Cosette would not be harmed under the protection of his wings..
Dai Qian didn't even realize it, so she slowly raised her right hand, trying to touch the face, trying to smooth the sadness and pain between the eyebrows, trying to eliminate the distance between the two people. and distance, completely forgetting herself, she just followed her instinct of acting and completely entered Fantine's world..
She didn't know why she did this, and she wasn't sure whether it was the right thing to do. However, she still stretched out her right hand..
Then, Fantine caught a hint of forbearance and struggle in those eyes. A trace of relief and relief flashed between the eyebrows, as if the shackles bound to the soul were slightly relaxed. Fantine knew that she was right. Yes, they are the same kind of people. Then, the smile at the corner of his mouth rose slightly..
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Mark, who was sitting in the audience, watched every move on the stage intently..
It's a pity that due to the distance, he couldn't clearly capture the details of the performance. The delicate changes in eyes and expressions were completely lost in the halo of the stage..
Despite this, Mark still captured the surging breath. Fantine stretched out her right hand, and Jean Valjean lowered his eyelids and turned his head away. In just one step forward and one step back, he conveyed the contradiction and pain of his mood. , as well as the restraint and repression of the soul, are vividly outlined, with almost no need for redundant words, the resonance between Fantine and Jean-Valjean fell deeply into Mark's heart.
Mouth full of bitterness, no way to vent it.
From Javert's aggressiveness, to Jean Valjean's sincere confession, to Fantine's death, in this dark society, all justice and morality, all integrity and truth have been completely distorted, and it seems that Even angels can no longer fly.
That kind of helplessness and powerlessness, that kind of anger and sadness, are fully displayed in the gaze of Fantine and Jean Valjean..
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In an instant, just an instant, Fantine's right hand fell down weakly, as if she could no longer support it. She slowly sang, "Hold my hand, the night is colder than ever.".”
Jean Valjean stretched out his hands, but paused for a moment, as if he didn't dare to approach easily. His fingertips trembled slightly in the halo, but he finally mustered up the courage to hold Fantine's right hand in an instant. , "I will protect you warmly.”
A smile appeared at the corner of Fantine's mouth. The haggard and embarrassed lips seemed to be unable to support it, but the brightness deep in her eyes was so bright and moving, "Take my child away, and I will hand her into your hands.".”
Jean Valjean's eyes flickered slightly, and the faint light filled his eyes. He almost couldn't bear it, but he still mustered up the courage to say firmly and powerfully, "I will protect her from the storm!" The shoulders that were tightened again, the spine that was straightened again, and the head that was raised again, this time it was not tense, but high-spirited, and the faith and belief in survival were once again found..
“Cosette." Mark couldn't help but spit out the name gently, swirling it on the tip of his tongue and colliding between his teeth. Suddenly, tears fell again, because he was sad for Fantine's death, but also because he was happy for Jean Valjean's death. Cheer up, but also because happiness and hope are rekindled.
Fantine finally relaxed, and all the tension in her body relaxed. She slowly turned her head and looked at the endless darkness again, quietly, just watching quietly, humming softly, " Jesus Christ, tell Cosette that I love her and that when I wake up, I will go and see her..”
As I sang, the smile on the corner of my mouth rose, but before it could bloom, it was frozen in the corner of my mouth forever..
Jean Valjean's hands tightened slightly, and the veins on the back of his hands could capture the traces of tense muscles all over his body, but there was no change of expression on that face, no sadness, no pain, and no mourning. , just staring deeply and deeply at Fantine, it seems that part of the soul will disappear forever with Fantine's sleep..
Even though there are no expressions or even unnecessary movements, the vivid and complicated emotions begin to spread slowly, making people feel the same..
Then, Jean Valjean gently raised his left hand and closed Fantine's eyes; he gently raised Fantine's right hand and placed it on her chest, quietly feeling the beating of her heart. This is His promise, a promise to never give up.
The trembling in his cautious movements revealed Jean Valjean's pain. When the pain reached the extreme, he began to numb. His emotions seemed to have calmed down, but only the body's conditioned reflex could not hide it. The grief and despair, Only Jean Valjean tasted it carefully.
There was a faint sound of sobbing throughout the Almeida Theatre, but it was so suppressed and suppressed that even the movements of wiping away the tears seemed cautious. The sadness, pity, and desolation slowed down from the depths of the soul. It rises slowly and wraps around the ankle, making it impossible to break free and can only sink slowly.
The depth of the story, the charm of the characters, and the power of the performance were perfectly combined at this moment, hitting the chests of every audience member hard, leaving a lingering aftertaste. However, before the emotions calmed down, they were shocked again because of the sand. The emergence of Wei caused a storm！
Javert actually chased him, Javert chased and beat him relentlessly, Javert couldn't wait to arrest Jean Valjean. How ridiculous, how ridiculous, how angry, how shameless! Fantine's body was even warm, and the smile on her lips hadn't even had time to dissipate, but Javert couldn't wait any longer..
What about Cosette? What about Jean Valjean?？
At this moment, the audience completely entered the story of "Les Misérables", breathing with each character and feeling their fate. The ups and downs of emotions were completely out of control, and they were just watching with heart-wrenching attention. Jean Valjean's situation, before the sadness could calm down, it exploded again because of the anger of separation..
When he saw Javert's figure slowly emerging from the darkness on the left side of the stage, Mark almost jumped up. He wanted to remind Jean Valjean loudly, but also wanted to reprimand Javert loudly. He felt so helpless. and anger, gushing out.
On the stage, the light covering Jean-Valjean and Fantine dimmed, and Javert made a grand appearance in a halo. The darkness surging in the middle was released like a tide, just a light and shadow. The scheduling clearly outlines the contrast between the character's position and power..
At the same time, the balance of power between the three characters cleverly completed the transition. Fantine and Jean Valjean, Jean Valjean and Javert, the transition between weakness and strength, quietly completed the transition, and advanced layer by layer. The audience's emotions were pushed to the peak step by step, especially Jean Valjean's strength and fragility in the light and shadow, which seamlessly completed the connection..
Javert was like a messenger from hell, with his hands behind his back and staring coldly at Jean Valjean, as if he was standing on the commanding heights of law and morality, judging the sinner in front of him condescendingly..
“Jean- Valjean, we finally meet again." Javert swaggered across the entire stage, and the spotlight moved little by little with his footsteps. Wherever he passed, the lights slowly turned on, and the entire stage slowly became brighter, but the light that enveloped Javert was still brighter.
It's as if... it's as if Javert is the messenger of justice standing in the light; and Jean Valjean is the shameless villain hiding in the dark corner. In such a contrast, Javert's raised head and extremely sharp Under the sword, it became more and more vivid, like a slow fire, igniting the anger in the entire theater..
“Mr. Mayor? Javert sneered, his sarcasm barely concealed in his words, "But you will soon have a new shackles (title).".”
Jean- Valjean turned around, stared at Javert who was approaching him step by step, and replied loudly, "Javert, before you speak, before you drag me away as a slave..." He gently let go of Fang. Ting's right hand slowly placed on the quilt, and his eyes finally stayed on that haggard face for a moment, then he stood up suddenly, turned around, and left quickly, opening the distance between him and Javert again..
“Please listen to me." Jean Valjean's spine bent like this. In a trance, he seemed to have become that humble and lowly slave again, but his steps did not slacken at all, bursting out with a beast-like vigilance. A primitive and savage atmosphere gradually revealed its original appearance..
Hidden under the skin of the mayor, the truest version of him is coming to light again.
Now, he is Jean Valjean, but he is not the Jean Valjean who has nothing and no cares. There is a child waiting for his protection and care! He regained his faith and belief！
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