Chapter 921

Bishop miriere's figure remained where it was, but Jean Valjean looked at him strangely, staggering, retreating, retreating, and finally fleeing in confusion and shame.

The lighting of the whole stage gradually gathered up, and the two sides fell into darkness, leaving only a bright area in the middle of the stage. The figure of bishop Myriel gradually disappeared into the shadow on the left.

Jean Valjean's figure stumbled backward and crossed most of the stage. The bright halo clearly outlined that with shock and shame, embarrassment and fear, the strong shoulders and strong back were crumbling little by little. The side face between light and shadow revealed a trace of fear and disturbed the quiet and holy light, Finally, it disappears into the shadow on the right.

The stage is empty. Only the warm light is flowing, like a waterfall, quietly venting.

The short silence left a lingering charm in the Almeida theatre. Just a staggering figure reveals Jean Valjean's inner shock and confusion, and then leaves a blank space to give the audience enough time to savor bishop Myriel's words, and the chemical reaction begins to ferment bit by bit.

Mark lacante widened his eyes and looked at the empty stage. His heart was beating fast, but his breath was slowing down. The rebellious and contradictory silence and repression were surging in his lungs. It seemed that he could taste Jean Valjean's complexity and tangle on the tip of his tongue, bitter and sweet. He could not help but clench his hands.

Even he doesn't know why.

"What have I done?" In the shadow on the right side of the stage, there was a light self questioning, but it gently stirred the strings in Mark's heart. It was the torture of his soul and also the questioning of his conscience. In his mind, everything that happened in the past 35 minutes was played back like a lantern.

Somehow, Mark's eyes were covered with warmth. He witnessed the fall of Jean Valjean, but also witnessed the collapse of the whole era. Jean Valjean, a tiny little man, embodies all the tragedies of the times and society.

With heavy steps and drooping shoulders, Jean Valjean's figure came out again. The heavy darkness slowly slipped from his shoulders, and the light brilliance outlined the outline of his family. The raised face was looking for something above his head. He was at a loss and at a loss. He seemed unable to see any expression, but it caused a sigh in the bottom of his heart.

Step, went to the right front of the stage, slowly, heavily kneel down, as if all the weight of the whole body fell on the knee. There was no music, no lines, no breathing in the whole theater. The dull sound of kneeling was like thunder, pounding on the heart, and the collapse of the whole world could be heard.

Mark's upper body could not help but sit up straight, trying to get closer and closer. The figure on the stage was close at hand, but far away from the horizon. The impact without barrier and cover was released majestically, cutting off all the thoughts and thoughts in his mind. He just sat in the same place and accepted the baptism of shock.

"Good Jesus, what have I done?"

Another beating and whipping, which asked himself, fainted slowly in his worried eyes. The uncontrollable panic began to spread from the bottom of his feet, just like drowning. He watched himself surrounded by the lake, but he could not struggle or get rid of it. He just watched the water rising with fear and panic, Little by little, I devour myself.

In the midst of despair and pain, Jean Valjean closed his eyes and clenched his hands slowly on his knees to form a fist? Become a runaway dog? Is it too late for me to degenerate and die? What's left in my heart is the roar of hatred? "

The fists of both hands began to tremble slightly because of too much force. The whole body was shaking and took a breath suddenly. Then it stopped at the same place and reopened its eyes. The tight facial lines revealed the anger, the outrage, "in the dark, no one heard my roar!"

Slowly, he stood up, as if shouldering a heavy weight. His knees were shaking slightly, but he still stood up resolutely. His face looked up at the sky, and all his negative emotions were vented towards his sacred belief. "Now, I am standing at the turning point of life, but if fate has other choices, I missed it 20 years ago

"My life is a losing war. They gave me a string of familiarity and then killed Jean Valjean!" His steps took a big step forward, so excited, so excited, so angry, the whole person stood on the edge of the stage, as if standing on the edge of a cliff, tottering, as if as long as a gust of wind blows, he will fall, and then to pieces.

But he didn't care. His fists were growling. "They chained me up and made me desperate to die, just because I stole a mouthful of bread!" Anger, grievance, depression, boredom, pain, torture, sadness, all turned into despair, dragging his steps, heavy whereabouts.

Mark looked at the stage in disbelief, gaping. Before he realized it, his eyes were wet with tears. Thirty five minutes of preparation, thirty-five minutes of accumulation and thirty-five minutes of brewing finally broke out at this moment. He really felt Jean Valjean's anger and despair, and he also really felt Jean Valjean's helplessness and loss.

Catharsis, catharsis thoroughly; Burst out, burst out without reserve. Convergence, re convergence, control, re control, until now, all the emotions, all the heaviness and all the forbearance in Jean Valjean were released, so turbulent that the whole Almeida theater was subject to it, the brain fell into a blank, and could only passively accept everything.

Faltering, ran rang's steps faltered again, all the momentum was defeated in an instant, anger dissipated, despair retreated, tight shoulders and fists relaxed, it seemed that the whole person began to fall apart, step by step, retreated step by step, and returned to the center of the stage, the mighty light shrouded him, like the wings of an angel, Licking his wound.

However, this gentle, but let him feel pain.

If he can, he wants to continue to hate, to continue to be angry. Because, in this way, life will become more simple, he can hate the whole world, can hate everyone, and then take this as an excuse, refuse all the close and help, with his own strength, in this dark age, lawless. Sometimes life is easier without love and kindness.

Jean Valjean stood in the same place, his drooping shoulders revealing a trace of vulnerability; The drooping head is slowly raised, and the soft light catches the crystal clear tears in the corner of those eyes, which outlines the inner struggle and pain; The eyes hidden behind the mist, because of the distance of the stage, can not see clearly, but can feel the helplessness of scarred.

"But why do I allow this man to touch my soul and teach me love?" Jean Valjean once again started to walk towards the front end of the left side of the stage. He seemed to be approaching the holy light little by little. He was timid and expecting, frightened and joyful. His ambivalence was revealed in his hesitating steps. However, he did not stop after all, and he firmly advanced. "He treated me like an ordinary person, he gave me his trust, and he called me brother, He thought, "is it true that God asked for my soul to be redeemed?"

Jean Valjean's steps stopped for a moment, and his forward steps came back. His inner hesitation and struggle were fighting between heaven and man, "because so far, I have deeply hated the world, and the world has always hated me." Jean Valjean retreated back, returned to the center of the stage, looked left and right in a daze, curled up in pain, and said, "tooth for tooth, eye for eye! Heartless and heartless! This has always been my belief in survival, and this is also my understanding of the world! "

The ferocious rage erupted again. Between anger and ferocity, his mouth foam splashed, his whole face was ferocious and twisted, his face was full of disordered beard and dirty blood, which made him look like a devil. Just coming back from hell, his ferocious expression spread across the whole dance stage.

That pair of eyes, that pair of eyes that stay in the halo but hide in the shadow, violent, pain, anger, cruelty, suffering, torture, countless miscellaneous, melting in the dense light, it seems that they can not see clearly, but they are extremely clear, and they are light on the tip of every audience's tongue.

Mark clenched his teeth tightly. Under his nose, he seemed to be able to smell the smell of blood. He entered Jean Valjean's world with empathy. He was in deep despair. Once and again, he hit his chest hard. He was so dull and painful that he couldn't speak.

Involuntarily, mark raised his chin and tried to get closer, but he couldn't tell his own confusion. Perhaps, he wanted to stand behind Jean Valjean, become his supporter and fight with him; Perhaps, like bishop Myriel, he wanted to give Jean Valjean a glimmer of hope with his kindness and tolerance.

Then mark saw that Jean Valjean raised his head and caught the tears in the halo, which gradually overflowed. It was not vulnerability or despair, but fear, but loss, but timidity. Shallow tears, but the way to the heart of the scars.

Jean Valjean clenched his fist again and tried his best to restrain his vulnerability. However, in the face of faith and goodwill, this strength is too weak. "He just needs to confirm, and I will go back to hell. He gave me freedom to live a miserable life under the whip, which made me feel ashamed and heartbroken! "

Jean Valjean raised his fists, as if he wanted to do something, as if he wanted to vent something, but at last he closed his eyes and put his hands down. His face was full of pain and despair, whining in sorrow.