Chapter 925

The performance of act two begins.

There is no sound in the whole Almeida theater. From actors to audience, from stage to theater, all of them fit perfectly together. They are completely entangled with Fantine's fate and the tide of the times. Every breath follows the ups and downs of fate.

She is sad because of the prejudice of society against Fantine, angry because of the trampling of men on Fantine, and indignant because of the arrogance of those who boast of justice but become the pawns of powerful people.

It's not just a song "I had a dream". The audience also saw the darkness and corruption of society, the oppression and suffering of the times, and the fate and struggle of small people.

After a new life, Jean Valjean, who owned his own factory and became mayor, inadvertently made Fantine's tragic fate, regretting and suffering; Then it is found that under Javert's aggressiveness, an innocent person is mistakenly regarded as his former self - the one who is a fugitive. His silence can escape Javert's pursuit, but it will lead to the tragic fate of another innocent person.

After suffering and torment in his heart, a song "who-am-I" reveals Jean Valjean's change of thought. The sentence "who am I" beats Jean Valjean's heart again and again, and even more severely beats the audience's heart.

Looking at Jean Valjean standing at the forefront of the stage, mark lacante could not help but silence. He had seen the tragic fate of Fantine, the pressing of Javert, the greed and malice of the Thenardiers, the apathy and darkness of society. At this moment, Jean Valjean's rhetorical questioning, questioning and torture, It is releasing the weight of the whole era.

"Who am I?"

"Who am I?"

Under the dim light, Jean Valjean's tearful eyes, from panic and rushing to resolute, courageous and brilliant, gradually brightened up. In the heavy self questioning, every audience became firm, and their generous and passionate emotions hit their chest, It's a dull pain.

"I am! Jean Valjean! Who am I? 24061！”

The piercing voice was sonorous and powerful, like a heavy hammer, beating mark on his chest. He saw the noble and resolute soul, the wounded but broad-minded soul, and the soul who pulled away layers of fog and firmly grasped a trace of sunshine.

Caught off guard, tears blurred the sight again!

What is justice, what is justice, what is faith, everything is full of deep and bright eyes, until this moment, the magnificence and majestic of the "tragic world" gradually revealed its true face, the vast picture of the times makes everyone can't help looking up.

Baptism of the soul, until today, mark really understood what is called baptism of the soul. Only by witnessing it with his own eyes and feeling it in such a close distance, can he really feel the powerful shock, penetrate the layers of defense, and collide with the soul fiercely and cruelly, just like a meteor shower in the sky, making the brain stop rotating completely.

Resisting the impulse of worship, clapping and screaming, mark grabs the armrest of the chair with both hands. He just stares at the stage and widens his eyes for fear of missing a detail. He greedily integrates into it and truly becomes a part of Almeida theater.

Fate is at the intersection again.

Jean Valjean confessed his true identity; Javert, in pursuit, tried to arrest the fugitive again; And Fantine, the soul of Fantine is about to die.

Jean Valjean's fate, Javert's fate and Fantine's fate were entangled together and could not be separated.

On the right side of the stage, on a hospital bed, Fantine was lying quietly, dying of tuberculosis. A weak and thin beam of moonlight projected down, outlining her face. Even though she was too far away from the stage to see it clearly, the dying breath of life made people feel sad and desolate.

She opened her eyes slowly, searching around without focus, and the melody of sadness and sorrow flowed gently. "Cosette, it's getting cold; Cosette, it's time to go to bed. You've been playing all day. It's getting dark

The graceful song was ringing. Fantine tried to support her body, but she was so weak that she could not use any strength. She could only rely on the bedside weakly. Her eyes were full of desire and looked into the distance. Then, the smile on the corner of her mouth rose little by little and burst into a brilliant light.

"Come to me, Cosette, the sun is fading away, and listen, the winter wind is weeping." In that tender voice, as if young Cosette were in front of her eyes, Fantine could not help raising her right hand, carefully closing her fingertips in the void, but only catching a mass of air.

On the left side of the stage, Jean Valjean's figure appeared slowly, but his steps were so heavy that he staggered, slowly, slowly approached the weak Fantine, and his sight was full of pity, chagrin and regret.

Fantine didn't notice the uninvited guest in the ward at all. She stretched out her right hand and called eagerly, as if Cosette was clasping her knees and shivering in the dark. "There's endless darkness there. It's approaching quickly without warning, but I'll take care of you, sing a lullaby for you, and then wake up in the morning."

Seeing that Fantine began to struggle, the whole person went out and tried to grasp the ethereal figure. His upper body was about to fall. Jean Valjean finally walked forward quickly, sat down on the edge of the bed, gently put his arms around Fantine's shoulder and gently comforted Fantine.

"Oh, dear Fantine, we're running out of time." Jean Valjean said eagerly and anxiously that he knew Javert was chasing himself and might appear at any time. He had to speed up, but his eager voice revealed a trace of intolerance in his heart, so that he turned his head slightly and put all his emotions in the shadow, "but Fantine, I swear with my life..."

Before she could finish her words, Fantine interrupted anxiously - she didn't even know who it was. "But Sir, the children are still playing..."

Jean Valjean turned his head and softened his voice. "Dear Fantine, Cosette is coming." There is a smile in the corner of his mouth. Vulnerability and sadness are hidden in the bottom of his eyes. The smile is heartbreaking, but the voice is full of infinite tenderness. "Dear Fantine, she will come to you."

Fantine, however, could not move her eyes away. She only looked at the endless darkness and looked at it reluctantly, as if Cosette were really there. "Come on, Cosette, my child, where have you been?"

Confused voice, let a burst of sad; Urgent words make people feel like a knife.

As she struggled, Fantine sat up, as if the last force in her body had burst out, and her eyes were dazed and helpless. Her whole body began to tremble slightly, as if Cosette, who had just been there, had suddenly disappeared. That kind of panic and fear suddenly engulfed her, just like drowning.

Jean Valjean gently took Fantine into his arms. His left hand gently and gently patted Fantine's shoulder. His voice whispered softly in Fantine's ear. He lowered his voice and lowered the volume. It was like a gurgling warm current. "Be at ease." The body slowly shakes, as if taking care of the baby in swaddling, "rest assured."

The last strength also disappeared. Fantine was exhausted and relaxed. She could not help rubbing her head against Jean Valjean's shoulder. She was greedy for the warmth, even from strangers, in this cold world.

Fantine closed her eyes slightly, her eyelids began to shake violently, and the hot tears began to fall.

Jean Valjean was not in a hurry, but swayed gently and slowly, as if the cradle were pacifying the baby, and then slowly laid Fantine back on the bed.

After leaving her arms, a trace of cold sobered Fantine again, trying to say something, but her voice choked in her throat, and she only whispered intermittently, "my Cosette..."

"I will guard it." Jean Valjean drew a light smile from the corner of his mouth. His eyes fell on Fantine's face. His deep eyes concealed all his emotions. His shoulders tightened little by little. It seemed that he was bearing the weight of a world.

Fantine looked at Jean Valjean in front of her. Her eyes began to blur as she was dying. She could only see the sincerity and firmness in her eyes. Her lips began to tremble slightly and said with difficulty, "take her."

Jean Valjean nodded gently, but said, "your child will be well fed."

Tears from the corners of her eyes fell, and Fantine nodded. "Good sir, you are the messenger sent by God."

Jean Valjean was shaking his head, his inner suffering was pulling, all the pain and sadness were condensed on the rigid spine, he just sang aloud, "as long as I am alive, Cosette will not be hurt."

At this moment, this delicate moment, time seems to stop——

The guilt and sadness in Jean Valjean's eyes permeated slowly through his face; Fantine seemed to be aware of the sadness in her eyes and gently raised her right hand, trying to smooth the scars between her eyebrows.

At this moment, mark truly understood that the intersection between Jean Valjean and Fantine was not only guilt and sympathy, but also empathy with each other. They saw themselves in each other, suffering themselves, struggling to survive in the social tide.

They are actually the same kind of people.