938 devout faith
“You can take it! You can give too! Let him go and let him live! take him home！”
That affectionate and moving call, sincere plea, sincere prayer, full of deep tenderness, was like an angel spreading its wings, gently covering Marius's thin shoulders, and gently covering Enjolras's body. The bodies of the young warriors were covered with dust and bloodstains, completely blocking the violent wind and rain..
Mark Lacante couldn't bear it any longer, and his tear-filled eyes just burst into tears. He stared at Jean Valjean on the stage and Renly Hall in the lights, feeling as if he had touched the soul deep in his heart. With the weight and the heat of faith, I couldn't help but slowly stretched out my right hand, trying to get closer, and then get closer..
But in an instant, the slightly trembling heartbeat stopped the palm of my hand, and I didn't dare to move forward, for fear of breaking such a wonderful dream, and for fear of blaspheming such a noble god. It was like... looking up to God..
At this moment, Jean Valjean's sorrowful eyes flashed with redemption and forgiveness, flowing with sacrifice and care. They were so gentle and so sad, gently licking the scarred souls; the tall body Block out all the gunfire and bullets, and guard this last pure land fervently..
Belief.
At this moment, it has become stronger than ever before, enough to shock the soul, making everyone deeply feel their own insignificance and humbleness. They can only crawl on the ground in panic, kissing the feet of God, and putting all their hopes and all their Piety, all the longings are poured out.
What a great power it is. It can make the soul stronger and the thoughts clearer. It is not only a sustenance of faith, but also a ray of light that lights up life..
Mark felt the powerful power of faith like never before. Through the figure on the stage, he seemed to see the passage of time and the changes in time and space. He seemed to see the vicissitudes of the sea and the earth turned upside down. He seemed to see the desolation at the end of the end of the world... and hope..
In a daze, Mark had completely forgotten the existence of Renly Hall and the existence of the Almeida Theater. Only himself was left in the whole world, and the gentle, deep and touching melody was echoing leisurely. , then cross your hands devoutly and attentively, sit quietly and pray sincerely.
The boundary between reality and illusion no longer exists at this time. They have truly entered the world of Jean Valjean and truly become a part of that era..
“Oh, God." Mark could not help but cry out in a low voice deep in his heart, and then his tears burst completely, blurring his vision and burning his chest..
……
Jean-Valjean slowly took a step forward, lowered his head, and outlined a smile at the corner of his mouth. He stared at Marius in front of him intently and deeply. His eyes were filled with tears, revealing a touch of sadness and tenderness. Behind the smile, But it became more and more heartbreaking. The bitterness of parting, the heroism of sacrifice, and the determination of belief all burst out with unprecedented power at this moment..
He is a father, a father who is willing to go through fire and water for his children, a father who is willing to protect his children with his own life, a father who is willing to use everything he has to protect his children's happiness, even if he is broken into pieces..
He is a believer, a believer who is willing to burn his life for his faith, a believer who is willing to run wildly following the light of faith, a believer who is willing to sacrifice his life for righteousness to save all sentient beings, just like... God sent his son Jesus to the world to bear the burden. Everything is painful.
At this moment, this brief moment, Jean-Valjean's soul truly completed its transformation, washed away the lead, faded away the scars, and became clear and translucent again, but he himself was completely unaware of it..
His eyes were just looking at Marius, his Marius, Cosette’s Marius, his Cosette.
All the passion and surging gradually calmed down. He breathed out gently and murmured in a low voice, "Take him home." That affectionate call was like a light feather, sliding through the heart. Finally, the emotion accompanied With the flickering of tears, he completely vented his anger. He took a deep breath and sang loudly, "Take him……”
Raise your head high, hold your chest high, raise your right hand high, raise your voice high, truly surrender yourself to God, and call sincerely and affectionately, "Go home."……”
One step after another, the high notes began to rise, and the emotions began to be slowly released; a little bit, and a little bit more, all the dreams were released, and all the passions were released. The surging emotions, in the voice full of soul fragments, Blooming proudly without reservation, getting higher and longer, seeming to last forever..
Caught off guard, Alistair burst into tears..
He closed his eyes grandly and tightly, trying to hide his embarrassment, but before closing his eyes, hot tears fell down like this, and there was no time to control them. They were moved, sad, baptized, and even more... Shocked, like an ant standing in the long river of history looking up at the giants and the sky, but surrendering to the ground, trembling, helpless and letting all the emotions gallop..
Vast, endless, distant and ethereal！
Just when everyone thought the ending was about to end, Renly's singing soared up an octave again, tearing through the air. All the emotions exploded for the second time, getting higher and higher. The more surging, the hot blood and turbulent emotions are no longer retained, completely released.
“Home...home...home……”
Ten seconds, fifteen seconds, twenty seconds……
The long coda still shows no sign of ending, pushing the emotional release to the extreme, breaking the shackles, and pushing it to the extreme again. Then Alistair completely falls apart like this. This is the real power, this is the real art. , breaking away from the framework of art, refracting from reality into art, and from art into life, bringing endless shocks.
Everyone was looking forward to this performance, and Renly lived up to expectations. He performed the song "Bring Him Home" in his own style, and gave it a more powerful and vigorous vitality. It was so wonderful that any language could lose it. Without the color, any comparison is meaningless..
This is Jean Valjean, the Jean Valjean who relies on Renly's soul. This is the Jean Valjean described by Victor Hugo. He has left the type paper and the drama frame, and is burdened with the difficulties and history of the times. weight, truly come alive.
Alistair clenched his fists tightly, but still couldn't control his surging heart. He just got rid of all the restraints and completely wandered in the endless vastness and grandeur..
“oh god.”
The final note finally gradually dissipated in the air, but the sound disappeared, and the emotions were still surging. Alistair could no longer control himself, and stood up suddenly, getting rid of the shackles and reserve, and enthusiastically applaud.
However, he still slowed down for a moment, and the roaring applause swept over his ears. The entire Almeida Theater was covered in dust, and the vast universe spread out in front of his eyes..
Applause, applause, applause, unable to contain or stop, even so, Alistair still burst into tears, moved and reverently expressed his highest admiration, at this moment, true surrender.
This is the pinnacle! This is a performance! This is life！
In just one melody, Renly had already told all the vicissitudes of time and the ups and downs of life, and even more so the meaning of life and the weight of existence. As they sang one song, they grew old like this..
Alistair was so embarrassed, with tears streaming down his face, like a helpless child, but he couldn't stop beating his hands. He just slapped them hard, letting out his inner emotions. At this moment, he found his strength again. I was moved by my love for drama, and once again found the true meaning of performance, and once again found the highest realm of art..
Applause, thunderous applause, echoed vigorously inside the Almeida Theater, shaking the whole world.
No one was an exception. Mark was completely torn apart and burst into tears, but he still stood up firmly and stared at the tall figure on the stage. He just wanted to worship, but he couldn't find an accurate way to express it. So, I can only applaud.
This was the closing performance of the fourth act. Once again, the applause and whistles from the audience surrounded the entire stage, lasting for a long time, even more enthusiastic and turbulent than any previous act. No one was exception, and no one was People can get rid of it, everyone just stands up, claps their hands vigorously, and becomes a part of this torrent.
The mighty applause eclipsed the thunder and storm, leaving only Renly's tall and majestic figure on the entire stage, standing at the pinnacle of the world..
The crystal tears, the surging emotion, the shocking surrender, and the touching beauty completely destroyed all defenses and reservations..
Even Elf Hall lowered his head in embarrassment, holding back, and holding back, but finally couldn't hold it back, and the tears just fell down. Pure artistic enjoyment, pure baptism of the soul, peeling off all defenses and masks , just like a child, simply feeling the shock, laughing if you want to laugh, crying if you want to cry.
At this moment, Elf finally understood Renly and understood Renly. The envy deep in her heart swelled uncontrollably, filling her entire chest to the point where it was almost breathless; but, even more The cruel thing is that she can't express it and can only keep it firmly suppressed in her heart..
Emotions have completely run away, but reason still refuses to defend.
Because, tonight she represents the Hall family, not herself. This is the reserve and pride of the aristocracy. At this moment, Elf became sad as never before..
Fortunately, no one noticed Elf's forbearance and repression. The entire Almeida Theater collapsed into a magnificent and majestic applause. The roaring and earth-shattering roar began to shake the whole world. , belongs to Jean Valjean's world, and also belongs to their real world.
The charm of London's West End blooms proudly！
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