Nine Hundred and Forty-One All Released

Jean Valjean, who stood up, did not step forward immediately, but slowly straightened his waist, straightened his chest, raised his jaw slightly, and faced the creamy yellow light scattered from the sky, as if embracing the light from the sky. The shroud of God's holy light, the alternation of death and vitality impregnated every cell, complete the rebirth.

A soft halo fell in those deep eyes, and a golden light filled the sky, like a quiet lake.

Fantine's noble and holy singing came in his ears, "Take my hand and I will guide you to redemption; hold my love in my heart, because love never stops..."

"Please remember." Jean-Valjean followed the melody of the song, seamlessly connecting, and completed the second half of Fantine's singing. The gradually condensed singing voice is the gradually condensed air, hidden under the skin. The soul, revived with vitality, stepped forward firmly, step by step, slowly leaving Cosette and Marius behind.

"Remember the truths that have been preached to people: only those who love others can see the true face of God." Jean-Valjean paused for a moment, and looked back——

I saw Fantine bathed in the holy light, then the light slowly went out, and Fantine disappeared; I saw Cosette and Marius who supported each other, immersed in grief and unable to extricate themselves, the light fell for a long time On the shoulders of the two men, it went out, very slowly, very slowly, and at last Cosette and Marius also disappeared.

On the entire stage, only the lonely figure of Jean Valjean remained, standing in the center of the stage.

Turning his head, Jean-Valjean looked into the distance, as if he was looking into the distance of a long road, and as if he was looking back on the past of his long life. His eyes were so shining, reflecting the golden brilliance, sparkling, and then fainted little by little.

The frowning brows opened up, the dry lips rose up, and even the tense body stretched out. In the end, there was a smile on the corner of the lightly raised mouth, and in a trance, it seemed that one could see the wandering of comfort and enjoyment, and all the suffering and all the torment was dissipating.

On such a huge stage, only Jean Valjean was alone, but it also belonged to Jean Valjean alone. He just stood quietly like this, with no extra movements, no extra arias, or even extra expressions, but the energy that burst out from the inside out, positive and bright, deeply affected everyone. audience.

Marc Lacante opened his mouth wide, and the tears stopped on his eyelashes. He stared at the stage intently and stunned, looking at the figure, his eyes were rounded, and the light was captured through the hazy mist. The subtle changes between the dizziness and the interlacing of light and shadow, the dust flying up and down, vaguely outline the atmosphere of gradually jubilant joy.

He is so greedy,

Looking at the man greedily, the frown and smile on that face, so far away, yet so close, the cream-yellow light outlines every detail of his expression, as if he didn't say anything, but seems to have said everything. Now, the six-hour long journey is now in those eyes.

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

Sadness is fading; suffering is fading. But the spirit chose to stop.

Then, Jean-Agent slowly closed his eyes, and began to hum in comfort and happiness, "Hum... hum hum... hum... hum hum..."

This, this is the opening song of the whole play. At the official opening of the first act, the figure hidden behind the curtain, softly humming the tune, "Have you heard people sing?", like a bard, wandering the streets and alleys, walking through the world, walking briskly With a dog's tail and a grass stalk in his mouth, his hands rested behind his head, bathed in the blood and the setting sun, enjoying a moment of tranquility.

It's just that the humming at the beginning is the tranquility before the storm comes; and the humming at the moment is the tranquility after the storm is over.

The echoes of one end and one end form a wonderful and moving circle. The difference is that the humming this time brought out countless memories in their minds. In the past six hours, they experienced the lives of a group of people:

The despair of Fantine's "I Had a Dream", the grief of Alpenne's "Alone", the heroic "Red and Black" of Enjolras and Marius, and the "Red and Black" of Javert Starlight" paranoia, and... and the decisiveness of Jean Valjean's "monologue". Life is like a song, and at this time, the magnificent waves are unfolding in front of us.

"Hum, hum hum..." Jean Valjean's expression was so serene, so happy, so quiet, as if he was wandering in the blue of the Aegean Sea, bathed in golden sunlight, enjoying himself and wanton ; the smile and the cheerfulness on his face are so beautiful that they give rise to the illusion that he never died.

Jean Valjean opened his eyes again, took a slow step, and sang briskly, "Have you heard the people singing, in the dark valley, the song echoes."

There is no accompaniment, there is no accompaniment, only Jean Valjean's voice is singing, like a call from the bottom of his heart, he shouts indomitably, his thick and hoarse voice has a shallow smile, the audience When you close your eyes, you can see the ballet shoes dancing lightly on the black and white keys of the piano. The bright red dancing shoes dance on the cool keys in the most beautiful and moving track in the world.

"This song belongs to those who strive to climb to the light, the people who are suffering on the earth, the flame of hope will never go out, even the darkest night will eventually pass away, the sun will eventually rise!" It is not magnificent, but it makes people feel The mind is agitated; it is not stormy, but it is thrilling and unimaginable, a folk song, a cappella, but has such energy and charm.

The blood began to boil little by little; the emotions began to rise little by little.

But Jean-Valjean stopped singing and stood at the forefront of the stage, listening quietly, as if waiting for something. Marc Lacante has an urge, the urge to sing, the urge to echo, join Jean Valjean's singing, join the tide of revolution, join the torrent of the times.

However, Mark was a little unsure, he looked around grandly, not knowing what to do. The next moment, Mark looked closely at the stage again, lest he would miss the brilliance in the blink of an eye. That kind of impulse rammed through the body, but could not find an outlet to vent.

From sadness to excitement, from mourning to excitement, from despair to new life. In just a few tens of seconds, the emotional transformation has gone from a low point to a high point. It is so natural and harmonious. It shows the greatness of life vividly, even more magnificent than an era and a period of history.

listen. Mark heard noises.

"Did you hear people singing, in the dark valley, the singing echoed." This sound came from all directions and corners of the Almeida Theater. Mark looked around in a panic, not only him, but also Alistair. He turned his head to the four directions, looking for the source of the sound. Such a resonance could never be created by sound effects.

However, they found nothing. In the dark theater, there was still only the spotlight on the stage, shrouded in the figure of Jean Valjean.

The singing is still going on, and more and more people are joining it, as if the trickles are gradually converging into a surging water, the gradually rising voice is hitting the chest of every audience member, waiting for six hours. The tiredness and sleepiness of his body were all swept away at this moment, and he began to get excited and excited involuntarily.

"This song belongs to those who strive to climb to the light, the suffering people above the earth, the flame of hope will never be extinguished, even the darkest night will eventually pass away, and the sun will eventually rise!"

Appeared, those singing voices appeared, a faint halo lit up in the four corners of the theater, outlining the outline of the aisle, and then those voices appeared, in different corners of the theater, one by one silhouettes Continuing to appear within sight, their footsteps are firm, their postures are tall and straight, and their singing is loud, condensing into a powerful force, swept up with Jean Valjean on the stage as the center.

"They will be free again, in the garden of God, they will ride the plowshares together, they will lay down their guns, the chains will be broken, and everyone will be rewarded!"

The calm and powerful singing was vast and fierce, and then the lights on the entire stage were all turned on. Enjolras raised the red flag in his hand, sprinted out, and stood behind Jean Valjean, waving it vigorously and vigorously. At the same time, the sonorous and powerful symphony was played, and the accompaniment from zero to one hundred instantly burst into endless energy, detonating the boiling and passion in every audience.

All the actors sang in unison, all the souls shouted in unison, "Will you join our holy war? Who will stand strong with us? Somewhere, over the barricades, is there a world you long for?"

That powerful momentum swarmed from the corners of the world, and the entire Almeida Theater was immersed in a turbulent sea. Began to prostrate on the ground, shivering. Mark was like this, even Alistair couldn't help opening his mouth, his eyes filled with hot tears, and he stared at the stage impassionedly.

Wonderful! Wonderful! Wonderful!

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

"Have you heard the singing of the people, the beat of the drums from afar? That is the future brought by the dead, only waiting for the dawn of tomorrow! Will you join our holy war? Will you stand strong with us? Sometime, someplace, Beyond the barricades, is there a world you long for?"

The roar resounded throughout the audience; the excitement filled the chest; the boiling blood was surging!