Nine Hundred and Twenty Shine
The figure of Bishop Miliere stayed where he was, but Jean Valjean looked at him in disbelief, staggered, backed, backed again, and finally fled in panic and shame.
The lights on the entire stage gradually closed, and the two sides fell into darkness, leaving only a bright spot in the center of the stage, and Bishop Miliere's figure gradually disappeared into the shadow on the left.
The figure of Jean Valjean stumbled back, crossing most of the stage, the bright halo clearly outlined the shock and shame, embarrassment and fear, the strong shoulders and the strong back are a little bit. The shattering of the earth, the side face between the light and shadow, leaked a trace of panic, disturbed the quiet and sacred light, and finally disappeared into the shadow on the right.
The stage is empty. Only the warm lights are flowing, like a waterfall, quietly venting down.
The short silence left a lingering charm in the Almeida Theater. Just a staggering figure, it revealed the shock and panic in Jean Valjean's heart, and then left a blank space to give the audience enough time to savor the words of Bishop Miliere, and the chemical reaction began little by little. fermented.
Marc-Lacante's eyes widened, staring intently at the empty stage, his heartbeat was accelerating, his breathing was slowing down, the rebellious silence and repression surged in his lungs, and the tip of his tongue seemed to taste Jean-Araq Jean was confused and tangled, bitter and sweet, and involuntarily, his hands clenched into fists.
Even if he doesn't know why.
"What have I done?" In the shadows on the right side of the stage, there was a light self-question, but it gently plucked the strings in Mark's heart. This is a torture from the soul, but also from the conscience. Questioning, in my mind, everything that happened in the past thirty-five minutes is like a revolving light, replaying quickly.
Inexplicably, Mark's eyes were covered with warmth. He witnessed the depravity of Jean Valjean, but he also witnessed the dilapidation of the entire era. Jean Valjean, a trivial person, condenses all the tragedies of the times and society.
With heavy steps, his shoulders drooped, Jean Valjean's figure came out again, the heavy darkness slowly slipped from his shoulders, a faint radiance outlined the outline of the figure, the high raised face was looking for something above his head, At a loss, at a loss, and seemingly unable to see any expression, it caused a sigh deep in my heart.
He walked to the right front of the stage, kneeling slowly and heavily on his knees, as if all the weight of his entire body fell on his knees. There was no sound in the entire theater, no music, no lines, not even breathing. The dull sound of kneeling on the ground was like a thunderous thump on the heart, and the whole world could be heard in the ears.
Mark's upper body couldn't help sitting up straight, trying to get closer,
Get closer, the figure on the stage, close at hand, but far away in the sky, that kind of impact that has no barriers and no cover, vents down with a majestic force, cutting off all the distracting thoughts and thoughts in my mind, Just stunned, dumbfounded, sitting on the spot, accepting shock baptism.
"Merciful Jesus, what have I done!"
Another beating and lashing of self-questioning, in those anxious and out-of-focus eyes, slowly fainted, and uncontrollable panic began to spread from the depths of the soles of his feet, like drowning, and he watched himself surrounded by lake water. , but couldn't struggle, and couldn't get rid of it, just watched the water surface rise little by little in fear and panic, swallowing himself little by little.
In that despair and pain, Jean Valjean closed his eyes, and his hands on his knees slowly clenched into fists, "To be a shameless thief in the dark night? To be a fugitive bereaved dog? Have I fallen? At this point, it's too late to admire it forever? Only hatred is roaring in my heart?"
The fists of both hands began to tremble slightly because of too much force, the whole body was shaking, and he took a deep breath, then stopped in place, opened his eyes again, and the tight facial lines leaked out. Anger, monstrous anger, "In the darkness, no one hears my roar!"
Slowly, he stood up, as if he was carrying a heavy weight on his shoulders, his knees were shaking slightly, but he still stood up resolutely, his face looked up at the sky, and all the negative emotions in his heart were turned towards him. With the sacred belief in his heart, he vented out, "Now, I am standing at a turning point in my life, but if fate had other options, I would have missed it twenty years ago!"
"My life is a losing battle, and they gave me a string of familiarity and then wiped out Jean-Jean!" His footsteps took a big step forward, so excited, so excited, so angry, the whole The man stood on the edge of the stage, as if standing on the edge of a cliff, teetering, as if as long as a gust of wind blew, he would fall, and then shattered.
But he didn't care, the fists of both hands were roaring, "They locked me with iron chains, making me desperately waiting to die, and all this is just because I stole a mouthful of bread!" Anger, grievance, depression, dullness , Pain, torture, grief, all turned into despair, dragging his footsteps and falling heavily.
Mark looked at the stage in disbelief, stunned, and before he realized it, tears welled up in his eyes. Thirty-five minutes of foreshadowing, thirty-five minutes of accumulation, and thirty-five minutes of brewing finally broke out at this moment. He really felt Jean Valjean's anger and despair, and he also really felt Jean Valjean's anger and despair. Arang's helplessness and loss.
To vent, to vent heartily; to explode, to explode without reservation. Restrained, restrained, controlled, controlled, until this moment, all the emotions, all the heaviness and all the forbearance in Jean Valjean were released, so turbulent that the whole theater of Almeida surrendered to it, and the brain fell into A blank, can only passively accept everything.
Staggering, Jean-Jean's footsteps staggered back again, all the momentum was instantly defeated, the anger dissipated, the despair retreated, the tight shoulders and fists relaxed, it seemed that the whole person began to fall apart, step by step, step by step. He retreated and returned to the center of the stage. The mighty light enveloped him, like an angel's wings, gently licking his wound.
However, this trace of tenderness made him feel pain.
If he can, he wants to continue to hate, to continue to be angry. Because, this way, life will become simpler, he can hate the whole world, he can hate everyone, and then use this as an excuse to refuse all approach and help, and rampage with his own power. In this dark age, there is no law. Sometimes life is easier without love and kindness.
Jean-Valjean stood there, his drooping shoulders revealing a hint of fragility; his drooping head was slowly raised, and the soft light captured a glittering tear in the corner of his eyes, outlining his inner struggle and pain; The eyes hidden behind the water mist, because of the distance from the stage, can't see clearly, but you can faintly feel the helpless scarred.
"But why do I allow this person to touch my soul and teach me kindness." Jean-Valjean took another step forward and walked towards the front end of the left side of the stage, as if he was approaching St. Light, timid and expectant, terrified and joyful, those contradictory emotions were fully revealed in the hesitant steps, but he did not stop after all, he still took a step forward firmly, "He treated me like an ordinary person, he gave me his Trust, he still calls me a brother, he asks God to redeem my soul, is this all true?"
Jean-Valjean's footsteps stopped for a moment, and the forward pace was taken back again, and the hesitation and struggle in his heart were at war between heaven and man, "Because so far, I have deeply hated this world, and this world has always hated me. ." Jean-Agent stepped back, returned to the center of the stage, looked around blankly, curled up in pain, "A tooth for a tooth, an eye for an eye! Heart is like stone, cold-blooded and ruthless! This has always been my belief in survival. , this is also my understanding of the world!"
The brutal aura erupted again. Between anger and ferocity, the foam splashed from the mouth, and the whole face was hideous and twisted. The messy beard and the dirty blood on his face made him look like a devil. Returning from hell, that fierce expression spread mightily across the entire stage.
Those eyes, those eyes that stayed in the halo but hidden in the shadows, violent, painful, angry, cruel, tormented, tormented, innumerable miscellaneous, melted in the twilight of the lights, it seemed that they could not see clearly, But it is extremely clear, and it spreads gently on the tip of every audience's tongue.
Marc clenched his teeth tightly, and he could smell the bloody breath under his nose. He entered the world of Jean-Valjean with empathy, and was in despair. It hit his chest, so dull and painful, so sore that he couldn't speak.
Involuntarily, Mark raised his chin and tried to get closer and closer, but couldn't tell his mixed emotions. Maybe he wants to stand behind Jean Valjean, become his supporter and fight with him; maybe he wants to give Jean Valjean a star with his kindness and tolerance like Bishop Miliere of hope.
Then, Mark saw Jean Valjean raise his head, caught the tears in the halo, overflowing little by little, not fragile, not despair, but panic, but dazed, but cowardice. Shallow tears, but all the scars in the heart.
Jean Valjean clenched his fists again and tried his best to restrain his fragility, but in the face of faith and kindness, this ray of strength was too weak, "He only needs to open his mouth to confirm, and I will return to hell. Under the flogging, he managed to steal his life, but he gave me freedom, which made me feel ashamed and cut my heart like a knife!"
It seemed that the eyes could no longer bear the weight of the tears, bitter and hot, sour and hot, and fell down like this, Jean Valjean raised his hands and fists, as if he wanted to do something, as if he wanted to vent something, but in the end he didn't. He closed his eyes fiercely and put his hands down, his face full of pain and despair, and he whimpered sadly.