Chapter 926

Daisy Redley looked at the blue hall in front of her eyes. The mixed emotions in her eyes were so rich, so turbulent, so delicate, but so clear. It was like a rainstorm, and she let it out freely. On the other hand, she accepted all the shocks without reservation.

"Good sir, you are a messenger from God." This is Fantine's exclamation and praise.

"As long as I am alive, Cosette will not be hurt in any way." This is Jean Valjean's commitment and persistence.

But in Jean Valjean's eyes, what Fantine saw was guilt and sadness, pain and struggle. Fantine instantly understood the scars. Only those who had experienced deja vu could really understand them. She recognized him, the mayor who drove her out of the factory, the turning point that led to her decline.

Once upon a time, she hated him and wanted to eat his flesh and drink his blood, because she thought that he was also one of the countless ruling classes, stepping on the shoulders of the poor people and enjoying wealth and glory; But now, she is feeling him. Deep in their souls, there is such a similar kind of people, whose pain and commitment have evolved into different meanings.

She thought that he was a messenger sent by God, so she was willing to deliver Cosette; Now she knew that he was another self, and Cosette would not be hurt under the protection of his wings.

Daisy didn't realize it, so she slowly raised her right hand, tried to touch the face, tried to smooth the sadness and pain between the eyebrows, tried to eliminate the distance between the two people. When she completely forgot herself, she just obeyed the instinct of acting and completely entered Fantine's world.

She didn't know why she did it or whether it was the right thing to do. However, she held out her right hand.

Then, Fantine caught a touch of forbearance and struggle in that pair of eyes. A trace of relief and relief flashed between her eyebrows. It seemed that the shackles bound to her soul relaxed slightly. Fantine knew that she had guessed correctly that they were the same kind of people, and then the smile on the corner of her mouth rose gently.

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Sitting in the audience, mark was staring at every move on the stage.

Unfortunately, under the distance, he had no way to clearly capture the details of the performance. The delicate changes of his eyes and expression completely disappeared in the halo of the stage.

Nevertheless, mark still caught the surging breath. Fantine stretched out her right hand, and Jean Valjean lowered his eyelids and opened his head. It was just a step in and a step out. However, the contradiction and pain of the mood, as well as the bondage and depression of the soul, were vividly outlined. There was almost no need for superfluous language, The resonance between Fantine and Jean Valjean is deeply in Mark's mind.

The mouth is full of bitterness.

From Javert's aggressiveness to Jean Valjean's sincere confession to Fantine's death, in this dark society, all justice and morality, all integrity and truth have been completely distorted, even angels can no longer fly.

That kind of helplessness and powerlessness, that kind of anger and sadness, in Fantine and Jean Valjean's gaze in a play incisively and vividly.

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For a moment, just for a moment, Fantine's right hand fell down feebly, as if it could not sustain any longer. She sang slowly, "hold my hand, the night is colder than ever."

Jean Valjean stretched out his hands, but stopped for a moment. It seemed that he did not dare to approach them easily. His fingertips trembled gently in the halo. But after all, he plucked up his courage and grasped Fantine's right hand in an instant. "I will guard her warmly."

Fantine drew a smile from the corner of her mouth. Her haggard and embarrassed lips seemed to be unable to support her, but the brightness in her eyes was so bright and moving. "Take my child, I'll give her to you."

Jean Valjean's eyes flickered gently, and the weak light filled his eyes. He could hardly bear it, but he plucked up his courage and said firmly and strongly, "I will guard her away from the storm!" This time, the shoulders, the spine and the head are not taut, but high spirited. Once again, we have found our faith and belief in survival.

Cosette Mark could not help but gently spit out the name, spinning on the tip of his tongue, colliding between his teeth, caught off guard, tears fell again, because of the sadness of Fantine's death, because of the joy of Jean Valjean's recovery, and because of the happiness of the rekindling of hope.

Fantine relaxed at last, and her tension relaxed. She turned her head slowly and looked at the endless darkness again. She looked at it quietly and hummed, "Jesus Christ, tell Cosette that I love her. When I wake up, I'll go to see her."

Singing, the smile on the corner of the mouth rose, but did not have time to bloom, so permanently solidified in the corner of the mouth.

Jean Valjean's hands were slightly tightened, and the veins on the back of his hands could capture the signs of muscle tension. But there was no change of expression on his face, no sadness, no pain, no mourning. He just gazed at Fantine deeply and deeply, as if a part of his soul would disappear with Fantine's deep sleep forever.

Even without any expression, or even unnecessary action, the fresh and mixed emotions began to spread slowly, making people feel the same.

Then Jean Valjean gently raised his left hand and closed Fantine's eyes; She gently raised Fantine's right hand and put it on her chest, quietly feeling the beat of her heart. It's a promise that he'll never give up.

The trembling in the cautious movement revealed Jean Valjean's pain. When the pain reached the extreme, it began to numb. The emotion seemed calm, but only the conditioned reflex of the body could not be hidden. Jean Valjean was the only one to savor the grief and despair.

There was a sobbing sound in the whole Almeida theater, but it was so forbearing and repressed that even the action of wiping tears was very careful. The sadness, pity and sadness slowly rose from the deep of the soul, wrapped around the ankles, which made people unable to break free, but only slowly sank.

The depth of the story, the charm of the character, and the power of the performance are perfectly combined at this moment, hitting every audience's chest heavily, leaving a lingering charm. However, before the mood calms down, the emergence of Javert has set off a storm!

Javert came after him. Javert chased him fiercely. Javert could not wait to arrest Jean Valjean. How ridiculous, how ridiculous, how angry, how shameless! Fantine's body was still warm, and the smile on the corner of her mouth had not even disappeared, but Javert could not wait.

What about Cosette? What about Jean Valjean?

At this moment, the audience completely entered into the story of "tragic world", breathing together with each character, feeling their fate. The ups and downs of their emotions had completely lost control, and they were only concerned about Jean Valjean's situation. Before they could recover their sadness, they burst again because of the anger of leaving.

When he saw Javert's figure slowly emerging from the darkness on the left side of the stage, mark almost jumped up. He wanted to remind Jean Valjean and reprimand Javert. His helplessness and anger spurted out.

On the stage, the light that enveloped Jean Valjean and Fantine was dim, while Javert appeared ceremoniously in a halo, and the darkness in the middle was like a tide. Just a light and shadow arrangement, the position and strength of the characters were clearly outlined.

At the same time, the balance of power between the three roles skillfully completed the transition, Fantine and Jean Valjean, Jean Valjean and Javert, the transition between weak and strong, quietly completed the transition, and gradually pushed the audience's emotions to the peak, especially Jean Valjean's strong and weak in the light and shadow, seamlessly completed the connection.

Javert, like an emissary of hell, with his hands behind his back, looked coldly at Jean Valjean, as if standing on the commanding heights of law and morality, trying the criminals in front of him.

"Jean Valjean, at last we meet again." Javert swaggered across the whole stage. The spotlight moved little by little with his steps. Where he passed, the light slowly lit up. The whole stage slowly lit up, but the light shrouded Javert was still brighter.

It's like... It's like Javert is the messenger of justice standing in the light; And Jean Valjean is the shameless villain hiding in the dark corner. In contrast, under Shawei's high head and extremely sharp sword, it became more and more distinct, like a gentle fire, which lit up the anger of the whole theater.

"Mr. Mayor?" Javert sneered, and there was almost no cover for the irony. "But you're going to have a new shackle (title) soon."

Jean Valjean turned his head, looked at Javert, and answered, "Javert, before you speak, before you drag me away as a slave..." he gently released Fantine's right hand, and slowly put it on the quilt. Finally, his eyes stayed on the haggard face for a moment, then he suddenly got up, turned around and left, He and Javert will be separated again.

"Please listen to me." Jean Valjean's spine bent down in this way. In a trance, he seemed to be the humble and humble slave again. However, his steps did not slacken at all, and his wild vigilance burst out, and the primitive and savage breath revealed its original appearance bit by bit.

Hidden under the mayor's skin, the most real thing is that he is seeing the light again.

Now, he is Jean Valjean, but he is not the one who has nothing and cares. There is a child waiting for his protection and care! He regained his faith and belief!