Chapter 943

"Do you hear people singing? Do you hear the drums from afar? Will you join our Jihad? Will you walk with us firmly? "

Jean Valjean, standing at the forefront of the stage, is every ordinary people, who responded to the call of Enjolras and others. He raised his right hand high, followed the singing high, joined the tide of the times, and galloped away.

All the actors came together from all directions and stepped onto the stage one after another. They stood behind Jean Valjean hand in hand, forming a semicircle, one layer after another. The whole stage seemed to be full of people. These are the souls who died bravely in the revolution. Now, Jean Valjean joined them, bathed in the holy light and sang heartily!

However, at this time, all the singing stopped suddenly, leaving only a buzzing sound, lingering in the air. Then, the figure attracted the attention of the whole audience, standing in the middle of the stage!

Jean Valjean took a big step forward. He seemed to be carrying a lot of weight, and he seemed to be fighting against fate. After a short pause, he took two big steps forward and came to the forefront of the stage. He raised his right hand high and waved his arm. Then he put it down, straightened his chest and faced the brilliant light, I'm almost going to take advantage of the wind.

The withered face, full of hope and vitality, affected the hearts of every audience. It was raised high and stuck in the throat, unable to breathe or speak. It could only raise its chin and stare at Jean Valjean, as if witnessing the subversion of an era and the birth of a world.

Suddenly, with a fist clenched in both hands, the magnificent symphony burst down, and Jean Valjean's voice burst from the depths of Dante's field, singing loudly and wantonly, "do you hear people singing? Do you hear the drums from afar? That's the future of the dead, just waiting for the dawn of tomorrow

Rise, rise again, after reaching the peak, once again raised an octave, all the emotions in the body will be fully released; Even the grandeur and grandeur of the symphony can't restrain the soul with free wings. Just relying on one person's singing, it controls the momentum of the whole symphony orchestra, peaking and peaking again.

The whole audience, blood boiling, high mood, tears hazy, unable to self-control. The excitement surging in the body, the passion flowing in the blood vessels, the excitement boiling in the deep soul, reached its climax and burst in Jean Valjean's impassioned and shocking song.

At this moment, Jean Valjean completed the transformation, the real transformation; And the era, also completed the turn, trance between, they seem to witness the end of an era, but also witnessed the opening of an era!

In a flash, the voice was closed, the end was silent, and the right fist was clenched to the chest. All the emotions were dragged in the palm of the hand. With Jean Valjean's turning steps, he strode back and into the crowd. The line of sight condensed on one figure put all the actors in his eyes, and then the whole stage appeared in front of him.

Enjolras, waving the flag, stood in the middle of the crowd. Then Jean Valjean joined him and stood side by side. The bustling crowd took each other's hands and strode forward at the same pace!

"Bang! Bang bang Symphony Music, sonorous and powerful, full burst, flying straight down 3000 feet, suspected of the Milky way falling nine days, the thunder like melody like stars, all over the sky, almost blinding eyes. The whole audience, boiling!

"Do you hear people singing? Singing the anger of the heart, this song belongs to those who refuse to be slaves; When the rhythm of your heart stirs the echo of the drum, a new life is about to begin, just waiting for the dawn of tomorrow

Bang bang, the uniform and powerful footstep, like a drum beat, is beating in the mighty symphony. Step by step, step by step, we are marching towards the front of the stage. The powerful momentum of marching forward bravely, flying moths to the fire, and regardless of one's own self, is surging and worshiping everyone!

"Are you willing to give everything to let our flag fly? Some people will live, some people will fall, are you willing to stand up and fight? The blood of the martyrs will be poured on the hot soil of France

Surging, surging, passionate, Mark's chest is surging with boiling emotions, almost exploding, his eyes full of tears are flashing excited and excited light, his hands clenched into fists, eager to try, ready to move, really excited, really soul resonance!

"Do you hear people singing? Do you hear the 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 walk with us firmly? Is there a world you long for, somewhere, over the barricade

All the actors, standing at the forefront of the stage, hand in hand, shoulder to shoulder, freely and happily sing, "do you hear people singing? Do you hear the drums from afar? That's the future of the dead, just waiting for the dawn of tomorrow Singing, gradually flying, resounding through the sky, surging the sky, the rising peak of the cry, "ah!"

The song is boiling in the blood of every audience. At last, everyone sings together, "dawn of tomorrow!" At the peak, the actors raised their hands together, a bright and clear drum fell, the lights went out and the music stopped.

Show, over.

"Ah Mark couldn't bear it any longer. He jumped up high, and the cry stuck in his throat. He just began to applaud with enthusiasm and forgetfulness

Yes, I heard the song; Yes, I heard the drums; Yes, I am willing to join the Jihad; Yes, I'm willing to walk side by side.

"Pa Pa Pa!" Thunderous applause, almost no time difference, instant burst, instant burst, mark stood like this, forget where he is, forget who he is, even forget his existence, just clapping wildly.

His face was full of tears, just like an insane psychopath. Tears kept falling, but the applause of his hands could not stop. He didn't care that his palms were numb with pain, and he didn't care that his hands had lost their intuition. Clap, clap, clap.

At this moment, he was part of the jihad. He was Jean Valjean's companion, Enjolras's little companion, and a minor member of the torrent of his time. So, he complied with his inner desire and passion, and joined the holy war which was doomed to be unable to turn back!

Alistair was a little embarrassed. After all, the tears in his eyes failed to hold on, and he began to shed tears again. He didn't even remember when he was last in tears, let alone what was the last play that moved him. But today, he truly and sincerely felt the call of that era. More than once, he was in tears, too embarrassed to be able to help himself.

Because of six hours of magnificence, he outlined a vast picture and made him one of them; Because of the outstanding performance of the actors, they interpret the meaning of life changes and let him walk side by side with them; Because the ending sublimation has been interpreted in lanli, from individual to society, from life to death, from individual to history, that layer of transformation is so complicated, but it is so simple, deeply imprinted on the hearts of every audience.

The heart is pounding against my chest. I haven't seen you for a long time.

Alistair's smile rose from the corner of his mouth, but he didn't wipe his tears. Instead, he slowly stood up and did the simplest and simplest action: clapping.

For the top plays, for the top actors, this is the best way to reward. God, he loves this land so much, and he loves this stage so much. The beauty of this moment is his goal and reason for survival.

Arthur could hardly breathe. After he was ten years old, he did not cry. Because in aristocratic life, tears are a sign of weakness; At the same time, it is the exposure of weakness. He must learn to hide his emotions, and more importantly, he must learn to control his tears. It wasn't easy, but he did, and he was a master.

But today, Arthur's eyes blurred. Maybe it's because of the play itself, maybe it's because of Langley hall, or maybe it's because the impassioned singing awakens his deep desire for freedom, life and dream.

Do you hear the drums from afar? Yes, he did.

The emotion was so strong that Arthur couldn't restrain it. He stood up and began to clap.

ALF didn't get up. Not because of disdain, but because of fear, she is in fear, the moment she stands up, it will fall apart; She was afraid that the moment she clapped, her inner truth would be exposed.

Her eyes were warm, but she tried her best to control it. Her tight muscles did not move, even if it was just the slightest movement. All her lines of defense and all her restraints would be broken. Because she is a drama lover, she knows better than anyone how wonderful the play is and how... How great the performance of Langley is.

But she can't show it. Tonight, what she represents is the surname "Hall". She can't compromise or give up. So she had to sit still, refuse to stand up, refuse to applaud, refuse to make her stand. It's the only way she can protect her family's reputation.

Fortunately, Arthur has been immersed in his own thoughts, did not notice her embarrassment and embarrassment. But at this moment, she has been defeated.

Applause, thunderous applause, the amazing applause is so turbulent, so surging, to drown all the sound, can not hear the whistle, can not hear the cry, in addition to applause, or applause, this is the only reward, is also the only reward!

The audience, standing up and clapping; Let's all applaud!