Chapter 939

"You can take it! Can also give! Let him go, let him live! Take him home

The affectionate and moving call, sincere plea, sincere prayer, full of deep tenderness, just like the wings of an angel, gently covered Marius' thin shoulders, gently covered Enjolras and other young fighters' bodies, covered with dust, covered with blood, and sheltered the storm.

Mark Lacant couldn't bear it any longer. His eyes were full of tears. He was looking at Jean Valjean on the stage and Langley hall in the light. His heart felt as if he had touched the weight of soul and the heat of faith. He slowly stretched out his right hand and tried to get closer.

But in an instant, the slightly trembling heart stopped the palm, and did not dare to move on, for fear of breaking such a wonderful dream, and for fear of blaspheming such a noble spirit. It's like... Looking up to God.

At this moment, Jean Valjean's sad eyes, shining with redemption and forgiveness, flowing with sacrifice and care, so gentle and so sad, gently licked the wounded souls; Tall body will block all the bullets, eagerly guarding the last piece of pure land.

faith.

At this moment, it is strong enough to shock the soul, so that everyone can deeply feel their own insignificance and humbleness. They can only crawl on the ground in panic, kiss the feet of God, and pour out all their hopes, all their piety, all their desires.

What a great power it is. It can make the soul more firm and the mind more clear. It is not only the sustenance of a belief, but also a ray of light that lights up life.

Mark felt the power of faith as never before. Through the figure on the stage, he seemed to see the passage of time, the change of time and space, the vicissitudes of the world, the desolation and hope at the end of the world.

In a trance, mark has completely forgotten the existence of Langley hall and Almeida theater. He is the only one left in the world, and the gentle and touching melody reverberates. Then, he crosses his hands devoutly and attentively, sits quietly in the same place and prays sincerely.

The boundary between reality and illusion no longer exists. They really entered Jean Valjean's world and became a part of that era.

"Oh, my God." Mark couldn't help calling from the bottom of his heart. Then his tears broke the dike completely, blurred his sight and scalded his chest.

……

Jean Valjean slowly took a step forward, lowered his head, drew a smile from the corner of his mouth, and looked at Marius attentively and deeply. His eyes were full of tears, revealing a touch of sadness and tenderness. But in the smile, it was more and more heartbreaking. The bitterness of parting, the heroism of sacrifice, and the determination of faith burst out with unprecedented strength at this moment.

He is a father who is willing to go through fire and water for his children, who is willing to take care of his children with his own life, who is willing to do everything he can to protect his children's happiness, even if he is broken to pieces.

He is a believer, willing to burn his life for the sake of faith, willing to follow the light of faith, willing to sacrifice his life to save all living beings, just like... God sent his son Jesus to the world to bear all the pain.

At this moment, that is the moment, Jean Valjean's soul really completed the transformation, washed away the lead, faded the scars, and became clear again, but he was totally unknown.

The gaze was only on Marius, his Marius, Cosette's Marius, his Cosette.

All the passion and excitement gradually calmed down, gently exhaled a breath, whispered, "take him home." The affectionate call, like a light feather, glides through my heart. At last, my emotion is completely released with the twinkling of tears. I take a deep breath and sing aloud, "take him..."

He raised his head high, his chest high, his right hand high, and his voice high, and truly delivered himself to God, calling sincerely and affectionately, "go home..."

Step by step, the treble begins to climb, and the emotion begins to release slowly; A little bit, a little bit, released all the dreams, released all the passion. The surging emotion, in the voice full of soul fragments, blooms unreservedly, higher and longer, seems to be able to continue forever.

Suddenly, Alistair burst into tears.

He solemnly closed his eyes, tightly closed, trying to hide his embarrassment, but before he closed his eyes, the hot tears fell down, and there was no time to control them. They were moved, sad, baptized, and even shocked. It was like a mole ant standing in the long river of history looking up at the giant and the sky, only succumbing to the ground and shaking, I can't help but let my emotions run wild.

Vast, continuous, remote and ethereal!

Just when everyone thought that the ending was coming to an end, lanli's song soared to an octave again, tearing apart in the air, and all the emotions broke out for the second time, becoming more and more high and surging. The hot blood and surging emotions were no longer reserved and completely released.

"Home... Home... Home..."

Ten seconds, fifteen seconds, twenty seconds

The long ending still has no sign of ending, pushing the release of emotion to the extreme, breaking the shackles and pushing it to the extreme again. Then Alistair completely disintegrated. This is the real power, this is the real art. It broke away from the framework of art, reflected from reality into art, and reflected from art into life, bringing continuous shock.

Everyone is looking forward to this performance, and Lan Li has lived up to the expectations of the public. He has developed his own style of "take him home" and endowed it with more powerful and vigorous vitality. It is so wonderful that any language loses its color and any comparison loses its meaning.

This is Jean Valjean, who relies on the soul of Langley, and this is Jean Valjean in Victor Hugo's works. He left the type paper, left the framework of drama, and carried the difficulties of the times and the weight of history. He really survived.

Alistair held his fists tightly, but still couldn't control his surging heart. He just got rid of all the shackles and wandered in the endless vastness and magnificence.

"Oh, my God."

Finally, the final sound gradually dissipated in the air, but the sound disappeared, and the emotion was still surging. Alistair could no longer control himself. He suddenly stood up, got rid of the shackles and reserve, and clapped wildly.

However, he was still half a beat slow, and the applause of the tsunami swept in his ears. The whole Almeida theater was painted with a piece of dust, and the vast universe lay out before his eyes.

Applause, applause, or applause, can not be contained, can not stop, even so, aristel or tears, moved and revered to send his highest respect, at this moment, the real surrender.

This is the peak! This is the show! This is life!

Just a melody, Lan Li has done the vicissitudes of life and the ups and downs of life, but also the meaning of life and the weight of existence, a song singing, they are so old.

Alistair is so embarrassed, tearful, like a child at a loss, but the agitated hands can not stop, just hard to pat, heartily release the heart moved. At this moment, he regained his love for drama, the essence of performance and the highest level of art.

Applause, thunderous applause, resounded in the Almeida theater, shaking the whole world.

No one can be an exception. Mark has completely broken up and burst into tears, but he still stands up firmly and keeps his eyes fixed on the tall figure on the stage. He just wants to worship, but he can't find an accurate way to express himself, so he can only clap.

This is the closing performance of the fourth act. Once again, the whole stage is surrounded by applause and whistles. After a long time, it is even hotter and more turbulent than any previous act. No one can be an exception, and no one can get rid of it. Everyone just stands up, claps their hands and becomes a part of the flood.

The roaring applause eclipsed the thunder and storm. On the whole stage, only lanli, a tall and mighty figure, stood at the top of the world.

The crystal clear tears, the surging moving, the shocking surrender, and the moving beauty completely destroyed all the defense lines and reserve.

Even ALF hall bowed his head in embarrassment, forbeared, forbeared again, but he didn't hold back after all, so the tears fell down. Pure artistic enjoyment, pure soul baptism, stripped of all the defense and mask, just like a child, simply feel the shock, laugh if you want to laugh, cry if you want to cry.

At this moment, Alf finally understood and understood lanli. Her deep admiration swelled irresistibly and filled her whole chest, almost breathless; However, what is more cruel is that she can't express it and can only suppress it firmly in her heart.

Emotion has completely run out of control, but reason still refuses to defend.

Because tonight she's representing the hall family, not herself. This is the noble's reserve and pride. At this moment, Alf was saddened as never before.

Fortunately, no one noticed ALF's forbearance and depression. The whole Almeida theater fell into the enemy's hands and fell into a great applause. The roar of mountains and waves began to shake the whole world, the world that belonged to Jean Valjean and their real world.

The charm of the west end is blooming!