Chapter 942

Standing up, Jean Valjean did not immediately step forward. Instead, he slowly straightened his waist, straightened his chest, slightly raised his jaw, and met the Milky light falling from the sky. It was like embracing the holy light from God. The alternation of death and life soaked every cell and completed the transformation.

The soft halo fell in the deep eyes, rippling with the golden light, just like a quiet lake.

In her ear came Fantine's noble and holy voice, "hold my hand, and I will lead you to salvation; With my love in mind, because love never stops... "

"Please remember." Jean Valjean, following the melody of the song, seamlessly joined up and completed the second half of Fantine's singing. The gradually condensed song is the gradually condensed Qi, the soul hidden under the skin. It is full of vitality again. It strides forward firmly, step by step, slowly leaving Cosette and Marius behind.

"Remember the truth that has been preached: only those who love can see the true face of God." Jean Valjean's steps stopped a little and he looked back——

Seeing Fantine bathed in the holy light, the light went out slowly and Fantine disappeared; Cosette and Marius, who supported each other, could not extricate themselves from grief. The light fell on their shoulders for a long time and went out very slowly. Finally, Cosette and Marius disappeared.

On the whole stage, only Jean Valjean's lonely figure stood in the center of the stage.

Turning his head, Jean Valjean looked into the distance, as if he were looking into the distance of a long road, as if he were looking back at the past of a long life. His face, full of vicissitudes, was old and sick, shriveled and withered; But, that pair of bright eyes is so shining, reflecting the golden light, sparkling, and then fainted little by little.

Tight frown sparse open, dry lips rose up, even the tight body are stretched out. Finally, in the light of the mouth, rippling out a smile, trance, it seems that you can see comfortable and enjoy the wandering, all the suffering, all the suffering are dissipating.

There is only Jean Valjean on such a big stage, but it belongs to him completely. He just stood quietly like this, without redundant movement, redundant aria, or even redundant expression. However, the energy burst out from the inside, positive and bright, has deeply affected every audience.

Mark Lacant opened his mouth wide, and his tears stayed on his eyelashes. He looked at the stage attentively and stupidly, and his eyes widened. Through the misty water mist, he caught the subtle changes between the flow of halo and the crisscross of light and shadow, and the flying dust vaguely outlined the gradually exuberant and joyful atmosphere.

He is so greedy, greedy to look at the man, the smile on that face, so far away, but so close, cream yellow light outlines every detail of the expression, it seems that nothing is said, but it seems that everything is said, six hours of Long March, at this time are presented in those eyes.

Strangely, he understood. Although the stage is so vast and the distance is so far away, he can clearly understand the transformation of the man's soul. Magnificent and wonderful.

Sadness, is dissipating; Suffering is fading. But the spirit, but chose to stop.

Then, Jean Valjean closed his eyes slowly and began to sing happily, "hum... Hum... Hum... Hum..."

This, this is the opening piece of the whole play. At the beginning of the first act, the figure hidden behind the curtain, humming the tune, "do you hear people singing?" just like a minstrel, walking in the streets and lanes, walking through the world, walking with light steps, carrying dogtails and straw stalks, resting his hands behind his head, bathing in the bloody setting sun, enjoying a moment of peace.

Just, the humming at the beginning, it is the calm before the storm; And now the humming, this is the calm after the end of the storm.

The echo of each end forms a wonderful and moving circle. The difference is that this humming brings out countless memories in my mind. In the past six hours, they have experienced the life of a group of people

Fantine's despair of "I had a dream", eponine's sorrow of "being alone", Enjolras and Marius's heroism of "red and black", Javert's paranoia of "starlight", and... Jean Valjean's resolution of "monologue". Life is like a song. At this time, it unfolds magnificently in front of us.

"Hum, hum, hum..." Jean Valjean's expression was so peaceful, so happy, so quiet, just like wandering in the blue of the Aegean Sea, bathing in the golden sun, enjoying and wanton; The smile and joy on his face are so wonderful that it gives people the illusion that he never died.

Jean Valjean opened his eyes again, stepped slowly, and sang briskly, "do you hear people singing, in the valley of the night, singing back and forth?"

There is no accompaniment, no accompaniment, only Jean Valjean's voice is singing, just like the call from the heart, indomitably shouting, thick and hoarse voice with a shallow smile, the audience close their eyes, you can see the ballet shoes dancing on the black and white keys of the piano, The bright red dance shoes dance the most beautiful and moving track in the world on the cold piano keys.

"This song belongs to those who strive to reach the light, the suffering people on the earth, the flame of hope will never go out, even the darkest night will go away, and the sun will rise!" It's not magnificent, but it's exciting; It's not stormy, but it's soul stirring. It's hard to imagine that a folk song and a cantata have such energy and charm.

Blood began to boil little by little; The mood began to rise little by little.

Jean Valjean stopped singing and stood at the forefront of the stage, quietly listening, as if waiting for something. Mark Lacant has an impulse to sing, to echo, to join Jean Valjean's singing, to join the tide of revolution, to join the tide of the times.

But Mark was not sure. He looked around grandly and didn't know what to do. The next moment, Mark looked closely at the stage, for fear that he would miss the highlight in a blink of an eye. That kind of impulse, rampant in the body, but can not find the outlet to vent.

From sadness to excitement, from grief to excitement, from despair to rebirth. In just a few seconds, the change of mood has come from the lowest point to the highest point. It is so natural and harmonious that it shows the greatness of life incisively and vividly, even more magnificent than an era or a period of history.

Listen. Mark heard the sound.

"Do you hear people singing, in the valley of the night, singing back and forth?" The sound came from all directions and corners of Almeida theater. Mark looked around in a panic. Not only he, but also Alistair turned his head to look for the source of the sound. Such resonance could not be produced by the sound effect.

But they got nothing. In the dark theater, there is still only the spotlight on the stage, which covers Jean Valjean's figure.

The singing continues, and more and more people join in it. It's like a trickle gradually converges into a torrent of water. The rising voice is beating every audience's chest. The tiredness and hardship of waiting for six hours are all swept away at the moment, and involuntarily starts to excite.

"This song belongs to those who strive to reach the light, the suffering people on the earth, the flame of hope will never go out, even the darkest night will go away, and the sun will rise!"

When the sound of singing appeared, a faint halo lit up in the four corners of the theater, outlining the outline of the corridor. Then the sound appeared. In the different corners of the theater, one after another figures appeared in the line of sight. They were firm footed, tall and straight, singing loud, and united into a powerful force, With Jean Valjean on the stage as the center, it swept up.

"They will be free again, in the garden of God, they will join hands in plowshares, they will put down their swords and guns, their shackles will be broken, and everyone will be rewarded!"

Then the lights of the whole stage were all on. Enjolras held up the red flag in his hand, rushed out and stood behind Jean Valjean, waving it vigorously and excitedly; At the same time, the sonorous and powerful symphony was played, and the accompaniment from zero to 100 instantly burst out endless energy, which ignited the boiling and passion of every audience.

All the actors sang in unison, all the souls cried out in unison, "will you join our Jihad? Who will be strong and walk with us side by side? Is there a world you long for, somewhere, over the barricade

The powerful momentum came from all corners of the world, and the whole Almeida theater was immersed in a turbulent wave. The surging and majestic mind made the whole body begin to tremble, and even the soul began to crawl on the ground, shivering. Mark is so, even aristell can not help but open his mouth, eyes full of hot tears, watching the stage impassioned.

marvellous! marvellous! marvellous!

Jean Valjean, standing at the forefront of the stage, once again became the focus of attention. He raised his right hand high, clenched his fist and sang aloud, becoming the hospital in the flood of this era,

"Do you hear people singing and drums from afar? That is the future brought by the dead, just waiting for the dawn of tomorrow! Will you join our Jihad? Will you be strong and walk with us side by side? Is there a world you long for, somewhere, over the barricade

The roar resounded throughout the audience; Full of excitement, full of chest; Boiling blood, surging!