Chapter 938

"God is here. Listen to my prayer. You are always by my side when I need you."

At this moment, Langley hall, standing at the front of the stage, is so tall, upright and strong that it seems that he can support the whole world. His old and weak face, experienced by many vicissitudes, and his slightly flashing eyes are shining with pious light, as if he is talking with God alone.

That gentle voice, that sad pour out, that full of articulation, continuously lengthen the ending, all the emotions and all the stories tell, just in a moment, let the goose bumps all over the body come out, involuntarily cross fingers to grip, and then silently pray. Before I realized it, my eyes began to burn slightly.

At this moment, the boundary between reality and drama is completely broken, and Langley hall and Jean Valjean are completely integrated. People forget that Langley is less than 23 years old, but they just capture the wandering and scarred deep in his eyes. The powerful power of empathy, after foreshadowing and brewing before, finally bursts out in that sad voice.

Bathed in the light, Jean Valjean slowly stretched out his right hand, as if trying to touch the light of heaven and sincerely convey his inner prayer, "he is still young, he will be afraid, please let him rest."

The call after call, pity and affection, care and love, slowly flowed out, and the audience's eyes fell on Marius. Looking at Marius, who closed his eyes for a short time, it seemed that he could feel the infinite tenderness coming from Jean Valjean, who was building a safe harbor to protect him.

Then, his eyes fell on the other people around Marius. The young and tender figures gradually disappeared in the darkness, leaving only a vague outline. But in the fortress and guns, their faith and persistence were shining faintly bit by bit.

They are so young lives, they are so fresh lives. In order to overthrow the decadent rule, to uphold the justice covered up, and to realize their inner blueprint, they abandoned their fear and timidity and contributed their lives to this cause. However, they are facing merciless crushing and destruction.

So, Jean Valjean piously called, "give him shelter, take him home..." those young lives, lead them home, return to their brothers and sisters, return to their mother, they use their own blood to build a bright road to the future, but they are too young to be buried, "take him home!"

The song, which suddenly rose, completely released the deep emotion. It was full and heavy. It gently outlined a bitter tear in the corner of the eye. Before the mood reached its peak, it fell back again and whispered softly, "take him home."

The simplest words, however, trembled gently. The thick nasal voice and choking voice of "he" revealed Jean Valjean's helplessness and sadness in his heart, and described the scars of the whole era. People have long forgotten the disappearing lives, but for their relatives, they are memories that can never be erased, Deeply imprinted in the soul.

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For the first time, Mark's eyes left lanli, but projected on the vague outline in the dark, inexplicably began to feel sad. They are so naturally enjoying the present joy and happiness, but they forget that on top of this beauty, the blood and bodies of their predecessors are paved layer by layer, and the young people who died bravely are annihilated in the long river of time and space.

When his ears echoed with the rich and long melody, mark fell into the pattern of his thoughts.

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Jean Valjean took a backward step, turned around and looked at Marius behind him. He took a sudden step forward, but a little timid. Between hesitation, he stepped gently and slowly from the left side of the stage to the right side.

The light shrank further and shrouded Jean Valjean. Marius gradually disappeared from the halo, leaving only a halo. Then, following Jean Valjean's steps, he flowed over the young and tired fighters, like a gurgling water, outlining their fatigue, their wounds, their weakness and their inferiority.

However, it is these figures, these young people who have not yet grown up, who are shouldering the historical mission and the weight of the society, and continue to move forward with swagger. Their insistence and belief are enough to embarrass everyone, just like Javert.

The sleeping figures, even without name or face, smashed all the lines of defense in Jean Valjean's step and sight, and made every audience completely forget themselves and become a member of the tide of this era.

"He's like my son, if God ever gave him to me." Jean Valjean's steps were walking among the group of young people, just like the light and soft melody, weaving a little waltz. The figures and faces flashed in front of them, and finally evolved into the same face, belonging to Marius. They were fearless and unstoppable. They were desperate to sacrifice their lives.

Jean Valjean suddenly quickened his pace and said, "the seasons alternate and time flies." The surging emotion, full of regret and indignation, roared vigorously in the majestic melody, "and I am old, and I will soon die!" The steps stopped beside Enjolras.

Looking down at this young and green face, Jean Valjean could not bear to look away, closed his eyes firmly, clenched his fists, and the pain and struggle between his brows were almost unbearable. The weight that should have been borne by him now falls on the shoulders of these children; The mission that should have been completed by him now drives these children to continue.

That sadness, that indignation, that reluctant, in the moving melody and graceful song, show incisively and vividly.

Alistair couldn't bear to close his eyes and wipe away the tears from the corners of his eyes. It was not because lanli's performance was not wonderful enough. On the contrary, it was because lanli's performance was so wonderful that he couldn't bear to continue to watch.

Why do people in the industry think this song is the soul of Jean Valjean?

Because, through this song, Jean Valjean strengthened his faith and opened a dialogue with God; Because, through this song, Jean Valjean wakes up and realizes what the consequences of his cowardice and timidity are; Because, through this song, Jean Valjean told the core of the whole novel, revolution is imperative, but it should not be the young life to shoulder such a weight.

Jean Valjean really completed the transformation and sublimation of the times.

Lan Li's singing is full and full, every move, every frown and smile, full of compassion, but also full of empathy of pain, really let people feel the call of the times.

Even if you close your eyes, you don't need to watch lanli's actions, and listen quietly, you can clearly depict all the emotional changes. That's the peak of the show.

This is the real enjoyment.

"Give him peace, give him joy. He's young. He's just a child

Jean Valjean's eyes fell on Enjolras, and on the young figures around him. His faltering steps suddenly moved forward, but suddenly stopped, and his strong shoulders slowly drooped, "you can take it! Can also give! Let him go and let him live

Then Jean Valjean raised his head, opened his chest, opened his arms, strode towards Marius, raised his head as if he had dedicated himself to God, and cried out with great passion, "if I will die, let me die, let him live!"

The call after call was so sad that it exploded in the air. If you can, please use their aging lives to pave the way for revolution, so that those young children can survive. They are the hope of this society, this country and this era, and they should stay.

If he can, he is willing to burn his own life, he is willing to replace them to complete the battle, he is already the sunset, life is no longer important, just to leave a ray of life for these children, even if it is just a touch of sunshine in the bloody sunset.

"Take him home!"

The most simple wish is so sad, so graceful, so moving, gentle and tenacious to bloom a soft and graceful light, through the tall figure and the vicissitudes of the face, as if you can see a fresh life, one after another to contribute their lives, the future of this society, this country, this world is dying out bit by bit.

Jean Valjean, a criminal, a father, an ordinary man. At this moment, he spoke sincerely with God:

Why are those young lives dying while God is still indifferent? Why is this society rotting, people are living in dire straits, and the people who have been saved have never appeared? Why the world has been frozen, even angels can not fly, they still can not see any hope?

Why can't sincerity and integrity, kindness and justice survive any longer? Why do we have to break up when we really love each other? Why is life passing away, one after another, but those decadent and greedy ruling classes are still doing evil and wanton things?

God, Almighty God, dear God.

As a devout believer, Jean Valjean now sincerely prays that he is willing to exchange his life for these young children. If someone is destined to go to the end of death to meet the bright future, then he is willing to deliver his life, even if it is just a tiny ray of light, he will try his best to dispel the darkness until the oil is exhausted and the lamp is dead.