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Jean Valjean stood up, and did not take steps immediately. Instead, he slowly straightened his waist, raised his chest, slightly raised his chin, and faced the milky-yellow light falling from the sky, as if embracing the coming from the sky. The shroud of God's holy light, the alternation of death and vitality permeates every cell, completing the rebirth.
The soft halo fell in those deep eyes, and the golden light filled the sky and the earth, like a quiet lake..
Fantine's noble and holy singing came to my ears, "Take my hand and I will guide you to salvation; embrace my love, because love never stops."……”
“Please remember." Jean Valjean followed the melody of the song and seamlessly completed the second half of Fantine's singing. The singing voice that gradually condensed was the energy that gradually condensed and the soul hidden under the skin. , rejuvenated with vitality, stepped forward firmly, step by step, slowly leaving Cosette and Marius behind..
“Please remember the truths that have been preached to people: Only those who love others can see the true face of God." Jean Valjean paused for a moment and looked back.——
I saw Fantine bathed in the holy light, and then the lights slowly went out, and Fantine disappeared; I also saw Cosette and Marius supporting each other, immersed in grief and unable to extricate themselves, the light fell for a long time. On the shoulders of two people, it went out very slowly, very slowly, and finally, Cosette and Marius also disappeared..
On the entire stage, only Jean Valjean's lonely figure was left, standing in the center of the stage..
Turning his head, Jean Valjean looked into the distance, as if he was looking at the distance of the long road, and as if he was reviewing the past of his long life. The face that had experienced many vicissitudes of life was old and sick, shriveled and withered; but, those bright eyes His eyes were so shining, reflecting the golden light, sparkling, and then fainted bit by bit..
The frowned eyebrows became clearer, the dry lips raised, and even the tense body relaxed. Finally, a smile appeared on the slightly raised corner of the mouth, and in a daze, it seemed that you could see Wandering in comfort and enjoyment, all suffering and torture are dissipating.
There was only Jean Valjean on this huge stage, but it belonged entirely to Jean Valjean. He just stood quietly like this, with no extra movements, no extra arias, and no extra expressions. , but the energy bursting out from the inside out, positive and bright, deeply affects every audience.
Mark Lacante opened his mouth wide, tears just staying on his eyelashes, looking at the stage intently and blankly, looking at the figure, his eyes widened, catching the light through the hazy water mist The subtle changes between the halo, the interplay of light and shadow, and the dust flying up and down vaguely outline the gradually joyful atmosphere..
He was so greedy, staring at the man greedily. The frown and smile on that face were so far away, yet so close. The milky-yellow light outlined every detail of his expression. It seemed that he said nothing, but yet It seemed that everything had been said, and the six-hour long journey was now reflected in those eyes..
Incredibly, he understood. Although the stage was so vast and the distance was so far away, he could clearly understand the transformation deep in the man's soul. It was magnificent and wonderful..
Sadness is dissipating; suffering is fading. But the spirit chooses to stop..
Then, Jean Valjean slowly closed his eyes, and began to hum happily and happily, "Humph...hum...hum...hum...hum...hum...……”
This, this is the piece of music that opens the whole play. When the first act officially opens, the figure hidden behind the curtain hums the tune softly, "Do you hear people singing?", like a bard, wandering Walking in the streets and alleys, passing through all kinds of things in the world, walking briskly, holding a dog tail and a straw stalk in his mouth, pillowing his hands behind his head, bathing in the bloody and setting sun, enjoying a moment of peace.
However, the humming at the beginning is the tranquility before the storm; and the humming at this moment is the tranquility after the storm is over..
The echoes from one end to the other formed a wonderful and moving circle. The difference is that the humming this time brought out countless memories in the mind. In the memories of the past six hours, they experienced a group of people. life：
The despair of Fantine's "I Dreamed a Dream", the sadness of Éponine's "Alone", the heroism of Enjolras and Marius's "The Red and the Black", Javert's "Alone" The paranoia of "Starlight", and... and the determination of Jean Valjean's "Soliloquy". Life is like a song, and at this time, it unfolds magnificently in front of you..
“Hum, hum hum..." Jean Valjean's expression was so peaceful, so happy, so quiet, as if he was wandering in the blue of the Aegean Sea, bathing in the golden sunshine, enjoying and wanton; The smile and joy on his face were so beautiful that it gave people the illusion that he had never died..
Jean-Valjean opened his eyes again, took steps slowly, and sang briskly, "Do you hear people singing, in the dark valley of the night, the singing echoes.”
There is no accompaniment, no accompaniment, only Jean Valjean's voice singing, like a call from deep in his heart, he shouted unyieldingly, with a deep and hoarse voice, but with a slight smile, the audience Close your eyes and you can see the ballet shoes dancing lightly on the black and white keys of the piano, and the bright red dancing shoes dancing on the cool keys to create the most beautiful and moving trajectory in the world..
“This song belongs to those who strive to climb toward the light, the suffering people on the earth. The flame of hope will never be extinguished. Even the darkest night will eventually go away, and the sun will eventually rise! "It's not majestic, but it's exciting; it's not stormy, but it's thrilling. It's hard to imagine that a ballad or a cappella song has such energy and charm..
The blood began to boil little by little; the emotions began to rise little by little..
Jean Valjean stopped singing and stood at the forefront of the stage, listening quietly, as if waiting for something. Marc Lacante had an impulse, an impulse to sing, an impulse to echo, and joined Jean Valjean. Sing, join the wave of revolution, join the torrent of the times.
However, Mark was a little unsure. He looked left and right grandly, not knowing what to do. The next moment, Mark looked closely at the stage, fearing that he would miss the excitement with just one blink. That kind of impulse, Rampant in the body, but can't find an outlet to vent.
From sadness to excitement, from mourning to excitement, from despair to rebirth. In just a few tens of seconds, the emotional transformation has gone from the lowest point to the highest point. It is so natural and harmonious, showing the greatness of life. Incisively and vividly, even more magnificent than an era or a period of history..
Listen. Mark heard the sound..
“Do you hear people singing, in the dark valley of the night, the singing echoes." The sound came from all directions and corners of the Almeida Theater. Mark looked around in panic. Not only him, but also Alistair turned his head. He looked around, looking for the source of the sound. Such resonance could never be caused by sound effects..
However, they found nothing. In the dark theater, there was still only the spotlight on the stage, covering the figure of Jean Valjean..
The singing is still going on, and more and more people are joining in, just like a trickle gradually turning into a torrent. The rising voice is hitting the chest of every audience member who has been waiting for six hours. All the fatigue and sleepiness were swept away at this moment, and I couldn't help but become excited and excited..
“This song belongs to those who strive to climb towards the light, the suffering people on the earth. The flame of hope will never be extinguished. Even the darkest night will eventually go away, and the sun will eventually rise.！”
Appeared, those singing voices appeared, a faint halo of light lit up in the four corners of the theater, outlining the outline of the aisle, and then those voices appeared, and in different corners of the theater, figures one after another They appeared in sight one after another. Their steps were firm, their postures were tall, and their singing voices were loud. They condensed into a powerful force, with Jean Valjean on the stage as the center, sweeping over.
“They will be free again. In the garden of God, they will join hands on the plowshare. They will lay down their swords and guns. Their chains will be broken and everyone will be rewarded.！”
The steady and powerful singing was vast and fierce, and then all the lights on the entire stage were turned on. Enjolras raised the red flag in his hand high, sprinted out, stood behind Jean Valjean, and waved it vigorously and excitedly. At the same time, a sonorous and powerful symphony played, and the accompaniment from zero to a hundred instantly burst out with endless energy, detonating the boiling and passion in every audience member's body..
All actors sang in unison, all souls shouted in unison, "Will you join our crusade? Who will be strong enough to walk side by side with us? Is there a world you long for, somewhere, somewhere, beyond the barricades?"？”
That powerful momentum swarmed in from every corner of the world, and the entire Almeida Theater was immersed in a turbulent wave. The excitement and majesty of the mind made the whole body begin to tremble slightly, and even the soul began to tremble. He began to lie on the ground, trembling. Mark was so angry that even Alistair couldn't help but open his mouth, his eyes filled with hot tears, and he stared at the stage passionately..
Wonderful! Wonderful! Wonderful！
Standing at the forefront of the stage, Jean Valjean once again became the center of attention. He raised his right hand high, clenched his fist, and sang loudly, becoming a hospital in this torrent of times.，
“Do you hear people singing and drums beating in the distance? That is the future brought by the deceased, just waiting for the dawn of tomorrow! Will you join our jihad? Will you be strong and walk side by side with us? At some time and place, beyond the barricade, is there a world you long for?？”
The roaring sound resounded throughout the audience; the excitement filled the chest; the boiling blood surged！
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