Chapter 922

It's just a little bit of goodwill. From trust, from fraternity, from forgiveness, that touch of goodwill completely defeated all the defense lines of Jean Valjean and the vicissitudes of the past 19 years. Like a ray of sunshine, it dispelled the long and endless night. On the contrary, it made people feel scared and uneasy, eager for warmth, but afraid of being scalded.

This touch of fear, even more moving than fragile, hidden behind the fear of black and white, has an endless story.

Jean Valjean stood in the center of the stage, bathed in the warm light. All the scars and shadows were exposed. The ragged and unkempt protective shell was completely destroyed. The softest part of his heart was exposed, bloody and scarred.

"He told me that I also have a soul! How did he know? What moved my heart? Is there another way to go in this world Helplessness, hesitation, loss and slight trembling voice revealed Jean Valjean's inner struggle and torture, and even began to doubt himself. Every sound of self-examination, like a whip in general, severely torture the conscience of every audience.

When he opened his eyes again, Jean Valjean took a deep breath and stepped forward again, weeping, falling apart and broken. However, his faltering steps did not have any hesitation, stumbling and stumbling, one step at a time, towards the light on the left.

"I tried to climb out of the mire, but fell into the abyss; The night envelops me again, I gaze at the void, at the whirlpool of my sin Jean Valjean had completely collapsed, his face was full of tears, and his pain was gnawing his heart and bones; But, the footstep is more and more firm, the movement is more and more resolute, the eye is more and more clear.

Every step seems to be becoming clearer. From toe to fingertip, from step to shoulder, from body to eyes, the burst of fortitude from inside out releases powerful and turbulent energy, even more dazzling than the light. The momentum coming from face to face is rising, and the determination and determination between gnashing teeth, With a sudden pause in the front of the left side of the stage, he climbed to the extreme.

"Hector Mark took a cold breath, and his eyes widened. He looked at Jean Valjean, who was close at hand. His huge body seemed to support the whole world, just like a God, bathed in the golden light. Just a moment's pause, lightning, flint, but vicissitudes, and then——

Suddenly turned around, swaggered, aggressive, around the stage began to trot, trot into a sprint, the overwhelming pace, it seems that there is no intention to stop, burst out of a crushing determination and ruthless, broke through the stage, broke the boundaries, magnificent to the audience to vent!

"Now, I want to escape from that world, the world of Jean Valjean!" After bypassing more than half of the stage, the footstep stops, turns and Spurs in the center of the rear of the stage, and then rushes to the front of the stage regardless of, without reservation or breaking the wind. The footstep with no sign of braking sets off a powerful wave and comes to the front of the stage.

All over the theater.

Rushing forward, frantically rushing forward, the strong momentum like a storm has finally reached the peak at this moment, burst out without reservation, without fear, wholeheartedly, and let out freely. Even if the abyss is in front of us, even if the cliff is in front of us, even if the sea of fire is at the end of us, the momentum like moths fighting against fire still does not stop.

At the critical moment, the ferocious and explosive step suddenly stopped at the front of the stage, but the shaky step steadfastly stood firmly, straightened up his chest and his waist. The agitation of his chest and the boiling of his blood completely got rid of the shackles, and he just declared his existence in the middle of the waves!

The towering tall body seems to stand on the edge of a cliff. The wind of hunting is roaring and the storm is rushing, but it can't shake the figure at all. In a trance, this upright body breaks the restrictions of the stage and the theater, and really shoulders the whole world, putting all the shackles, all the shackles, and All the shackles are completely destroyed!

It's loud, it's powerful, it's roaring.

"Jean Valjean, no more! Another section of life will start from this! "

After reaching the peak, the mighty song soared again, releasing all emotions and emotions, deeply and deeply shaking the whole world. The light and shadow were shaking, the sand was flying, and the sky was falling apart. It seemed that even the body could not stop this surging momentum, and bit by bit defeated the skin bag of "Jean Valjean", Transformation, rebirth!

The music stops and the lights close“ With a bang, all the light disappeared, leaving only a spotlight gathered on Jean Valjean, so that every audience can clearly see the twinkling tears in those eyes, reflecting the strength, affirmation, kindness, warmth and hope in their hearts.

The vicissitudes of the face, faded the wind and frost, resolute and strong facial lines, at this moment, burst out a sacred light!

It's just a breath pause. The symphony accompaniment of the live orchestra is released instantly. From zero to 100, all the vastness and turbulence are burst out in a flash. The deafening melody is majestic and magnificent, just like a tornado sweeping through the theater!

Mind agitation, real mind agitation!

Before the brain reacts, mark has stood up, agitating his hands crazily, crazily, because if he doesn't do it again, he will explode, and all the excitement and emotion suppressed in his chest will explode; Emotion and reason leave no other choice. The natural reaction of the body muscles makes a conditioned response before the brain's judgment.

Stand up and clap. Tears, roar!

"Ah Mark roared out of his mind, but even so, his blood still kept surging, so he began to roar again, "ah, ah Applause, more and more turbulent, more and more intense, more and more crazy, more and more surging, he can't even feel his palm, just mechanical and fanatical hit.

marvellous! Wonderful! Enough to make all the language and all the emotions are eclipsed wonderful! Enough to make every soul feel small and humble wonderful!

This is the real performance, the emotion, the story, the life, the thought, the soul, completely released without reservation, shocked every audience, people can not make any response, can only be devout and humble kneel down, worship! Offer your surprise, your applause, your admiration and your worship!

At this moment, mark lacante felt the strength and depth of the performance as never before. Like a devout pilgrim, he crawled on the ground in fear, trembled slightly, accepted the baptism without any resistance, and completely surrendered! Surrender!

Clap, clap, clap!

Mark's brain completely stopped thinking and just kept clapping. He couldn't even feel the other 500 people in the Almeida theater. He was alone. This is a dialogue between him and Jean Valjean, this is a dialogue between him and "les miserables", this is a dialogue between him and himself.

All moved, all shocked, all revered, all belong to their own!

But mark is not the only one with the same idea in the Almeida theater.

The whole audience, the real audience, can't even wait for the series of spotlights. All of them stand up together. Thunderous applause roars wildly inside the theater. The roof and walls of the theater are in danger. The violent applause is so intense, so rampant, so crazy, So that whistles and shouts were completely drowned out.

Only applause!

Alistair Smith stood up. All the smiles and gratification on his face disappeared, only a serious face, real respect and admiration, with a 100% serious attitude and meticulous applause. That's what Langley hall deserves!

Absolute strength! This is the real absolute strength! Every detail from lines to singing, from emotion to performance, from eyes to movements, and even to stage use is perfect. Even aristell can't pick out a sprint, especially the last one.

The powerful momentum suddenly stops at the edge of the stage. It is not only the control of the body muscles, but also the understanding of the stage, the control of the performance, and the control of the rhythm. All of them are just right. One less is not enough, and one more is exaggeration. The free and hearty performance really makes watching drama a kind of enjoyment.

Perfect.

This is the only comment of aristell. Now, he finally understood why Langley had been playing for the last 35 minutes? Lanli is in line with the performance state and rhythm of the actors in the same play, and even uses his own performance to drive the rhythm of the whole play. The best effect of sacrificing himself is to achieve the integrity of the performance of the play.

There is no difference between light and heavy, and there is no special short board. The whole play is balanced and appropriate, just like a slow stew, cooking a delicate and perfect finished product.

All the repression and control are completely released in the last monologue; More importantly, the first act of all the content to complete the summary, to the climax, refining sublimation, truly the artistic meaning of the play to every audience.

God, can he ask for more?

The first act alone, the "miserable world" of the Almeida theatre, is enough to be the best play in the west end of London in the past five years; But can it further become the best in the past decade or 20 years? It depends on the next five hours.

However, at this moment, Alistair did not want to think so much, he just wanted to enjoy the moment of agitation, which once again awakened his love and enthusiasm for drama. Long time no see, really long time no see.