Chapter 941

"Yes, Cosette." Jean Valjean gave a slight smile, but his voice almost disappeared in his throat and reverberated in his chest, as if he could clearly feel that the power was disappearing little by little. "Do you order me not to die?" That thick nasal sound, with a smile, and a trace of doting, gently nodded, "I listen to you."

However, the smile only had time to stop for a moment, and then turned into a painful struggle, "I will try my best." The wrinkled features were so heavy and struggling. For a moment, his voice and breath could not help but hold. He seemed to exert all his strength, trying to restrain the river and sea in his body.

It was only a moment, but Cosette and Marius caught that the muscles of the two young men were not tightening, and they stood up slightly, and approached Jean Valjean, lest he should disappear from his fingertips. That kind of fear, let the body can't help but start shaking.

With a gentle breath, Jean Valjean's mouth showed a smile. He didn't open his eyes, but seemed to be comforting: don't worry, I haven't left yet. However, this little smile, in the hazy halo, has aroused more waves, as if you can see with your own eyes, the vitality is slowly passing, but he has given up the struggle and resistance.

Mark just froze. Looking at Jean Valjean in the spotlight, he closed his fingertips involuntarily, as if he could grasp Jean Valjean's life. Push, push again. Not only for Jean Valjean, but also for the man who bears the shackles of sin all his life, for the man who redeems himself with his own life, for the insignificant man under the flood of that era.

"On this piece of paper, I wrote down my final confession." Jean Valjean tried to take the paper out of his arms, but his hands were weak. He looked up at Cosette and Marius.

Cosette, who could not help crying, was at a loss; So he looked at Marius and motioned Marius to draw out.

Marius was a little stunned, half slow, but still knelt straight legs, carefully from ran Jean's arms out of the letter——

Just such a small action and cooperation, aristell can see that Langley's old way and Joe's raw, relatively speaking, Charlotte is in the middle, and the whole play is under Langley's control, as if there is an invisible line, pulling the young actors' performance and emotions. This powerful control is not reflected in any link, but in all aspects.

Jean Valjean motioned with his eyes, Marius collected the confession, and then his eyes fell on Cosette, gently retracting her jaw. "Read carefully, after I fell asleep..." Cosette leaned forward, trying to persuade something, but this time, Jean Valjean gently shook his head, and stopped it with his eyes, which could not be refuted.

"In this story, a man wakes up from hatred, and a man finally learns to love..." Jean Valjean chuckles, but his vision is blurred. He gently raises his right hand, points Cosette's forehead with his fingertips, and then his head tilts slightly, showing a loving look. "It's all because of your coming."

"I see, Dad." Cosette could not help sobbing and nodding.

Everything is so real that people completely ignore the age of lanli. Even Alistair's thoughts flashed through his mind

Why can 22-year-old lanli interpret the mentality of 50-year-old and 60 year-old people? When she looks at 20-year-old Charlotte, she shows her father's face to her daughter? What's more, it's the regret and regret of dying. It's not only the performance, but also the experience. But now, Lan Li has broken the shackles of age, just relying on the performance to do it!

Then, for a moment, aristel put aside his thoughts and entered Jean Valjean's world wholeheartedly, which was shaped by Langley.

The melody of "on my own" sounded again. The sad and sad music was flowing slowly. A halo on the left side of the stage moved slowly. Fantine's soul bypassed Cosette and Marius and came to Jean Valjean's side. It's time. It's time.

"Come with me, there will never be chains in the cloud." Fantine hummed softly.

Jean Valjean raised his head slowly behind him, his brows slowly spread out, and with a look of relief, he whispered, "I'm ready, Fantine."

Mark clenched his fists and clenched his teeth, but the cry still came out from between his teeth; Christine, sitting beside her, had already fallen apart. Her hands tightly covered her mouth to avoid crying. But her shaking shoulders and hazy tears still revealed her vulnerability.

Why, why, why. Why do good people always end badly? Why does salvation end in death? But when I think about it, I feel relieved. This man is really too hard. He has carried too much, endured too much, and paid too much. Now, it's time to get rid of it.

After realizing this, mark understood the relief and relief between Jean Valjean's eyebrows, but the sadness could not be restrained, and it kept pouring up, hitting his chest hard, and he could only cry and do nothing. He accompanied Jean Valjean through a long life, and now he accompanied Jean Valjean to the end of his life.

"All your grief. In the end, it will all go away. " Fantine's voice was so soft and light that it seemed that it could smooth all the pain on Jean Valjean's body. The tired and old face stretched out little by little, and even the tight shoulders relaxed. It seemed that the broad clothes were slipping down.

The process of death is so clear and moving.

"Lord of heaven, have mercy on him." Fantine sang, and Jean Valjean, with a smile on his lips, sang, "please forgive me all my sins and guide me to your glory."

Jean Valjean opened his eyes. His turbid eyes were full of tears. Slowly, slowly, a ray of light came out. The hazy light led the smile on the corner of his mouth to rise gently. Even the eyebrows became light and bright. In an instant, the brilliance released all the energy, and even the surrounding lights seemed to be eclipsed, bursting out with the brightest, most dazzling and hottest vitality.

But, immediately, it was put out like this.

Suddenly disappear, suddenly dark, suddenly dark, Lengleng ground rigidly live action. Eyes are still not closed, the body is still not relaxed, just keep the action, time seems to be in this moment static. However, the light in those eyes completely disappeared, as if we could see the soul was slowly dissipating, turning into a wisp of smoke. Life also followed the static live.

Mark's eyes widened, shocked and shocked, and his tears kept falling far away. Jean Valjean, dead. He knew that Jean Valjean's life had come to an end in this way, suddenly burst out all the light, and then completely extinguished. Death, so grand and so gorgeous.

Then, Jean Valjean's shoulders and head drooped, and he fell down on the couch. He closed his eyes, and all his life disappeared completely.

"Dad, Dad." Cosette gently shook Jean Valjean's right hand, but there was no call. She looked at the face without any color, and then collapsed, even the tears and crying could not be released.

Marius held Cosette tightly, but Cosette was completely numb, as if her time had stopped at that moment forever and refused to move on; Without warning, Marius completely collapsed, clenched his teeth, clenched his fist, and hugged his wife, but still could not stop the tears from breaking the dike.

Marius pressed his lips hard and confined all the sounds to the depth of his throat, but the sadness flowed out irresistibly; And Cosette, who forgot to cry and cry. Sad staggered, but at this moment burst out of endless energy.

Fantine walked around Marius and Cosette, and stood in the middle of the stage, singing in a holy and high voice, like an angel's Hymn, "hold my hand, I will guide you to salvation; With my love in mind, because love never stops... "

Slowly, Jean Valjean stood up again, his movement was so slow and so hard; However, after standing up, the rickets of the back is gradually straight, weak shoulders are gradually strong, but the majestic vitality is gradually overflowing. It's like... It's like never getting sick, it's like never getting close to death.

That tall body, like a giant, supports the whole world; Even the broad robe seemed to be full. This visual illusion brought a storm like shock. The light waterfall tilted down, and the whole Almeida theater overflowed.

It's not rebirth, it's the Holy Spirit.

There is no need for words, just a standing up action, from the mortal to heaven, from life to death, through the layers of light curtain, Jean Valjean stepped forward, got rid of the shackles of age and disease, slowly and slowly became strong and energetic again.

The pupil of Alistair was slightly shocked. This is his favorite moment, even more than the end of the first act and the "take him home" just now. On that body and in those eyes, he captured the moment when mortals completed their transformation after bathing in the holy light, as if time and space had completed their transformation at this moment. With the pace of blue rite, reality entered the illusion, and novels entered the Bible, The world has entered heaven.

This effect can only be produced on the film screen, but it is presented on the holy eyes and noble face. Every believer with religious belief can deeply feel the breath of the Holy Spirit at this moment. It is not only a shock, but also a slight tremor of the soul. At this moment, it has reached an unprecedented peak.

Oh, my God. The performance is so wonderful, the performance is so moving.