942 Thunderous Applause

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"Do you hear the people singing? Do you hear the drums in the distance? Will you join our holy war? Will you walk with us strong?"

Jean Valjean, who stood at the forefront of the stage, was every ordinary citizen who responded to the call of Enjolras and others. He raised his right hand high, and he followed the singing and joined the group. In the torrent of the times, it gallops away.

All the actors gathered from all directions and walked onto the stage one after another, holding hands and standing behind Jean Valjean, forming a semi-arc, one layer after another, layer upon layer, and a sea of ​​people. The whole stage seemed to be full of people. They are all full. These are the lost souls, souls who gave their lives gallantly in the revolution, and now Jean Valjean joins them, bathed in holy light and singing!

However, at this moment, all the singing stopped abruptly, leaving only a buzzing sound lingering in the air, and then, that figure attracted the attention of the audience, standing in the center of the stage!

Jean-Valjean took a big step forward, his body swayed slightly, he seemed to be carrying countless weights, and he seemed to be fighting against fate, paused for a moment, and then took two big steps forward suddenly, When he reached the forefront of the stage, he raised his right hand and waved his arm, then put it down, straightened his chest, and faced the splendid and splendid light, almost riding the wind away.

At this time, the withered face burst into a moving light, full of hope, and full of vitality, affecting the hearts of every audience, raised high and high, stuck in the throat, unable to breathe , unable to make a sound, only raised his chin and stared at Jean Valjean, as if he was witnessing the subversion of an era and the birth of a world.

Suddenly, his hands clenched into fists, the majestic symphony was released, and Jean Valjean's voice exploded from the depths of his dantian, sang loudly, blooming wantonly, "Did you hear people singing? Did you hear the sound from far away? Drums? That's the future brought by the dead, just waiting for the dawn of tomorrow!"

Rising, rising again, after reaching the peak, rising an octave again, venting all the emotions in the body heartily; even the grandeur and majesty of the symphony cannot bind the soul with free wings, Just relying on one person's singing, he has controlled the momentum of the entire symphony orchestra, peaking, peaking again.

The audience was full of enthusiasm, high emotions, hazy tears, unable to control themselves. The excitement surging in the body, the enthusiasm flowing in the blood vessels, the excitement boiling in the depths of the soul, in the impassioned and terrifying singing of Jean Valjean, reached its climax and was about to burst.

At this moment, Jean Valjean has completed the transformation, the real transformation; and the era has also completed its turn. In a trance, they seem to have witnessed the end of an era and the opening of another era!

In an instant, the sound was closed, the ending was silent, and the clenched right fist was slammed into the chest, and all the emotions were forcibly dragged into the palm, accompanied by the footsteps of Jean Valjean turning around, striding forward. He rushed back step by step, rushed into the crowd, condensed his sight on a figure, took all the actors in his eyes, and then the entire stage was presented in front of his eyes.

Enjolras, waving the flag, stood in the middle of the crowd, and then Jean Valjean joined him, standing side by side, the bustling crowd took each other's hands, took the same pace, strutting forward, dashing forward !

"Bang! Bang Bang!" The symphony soundtrack, sonorous and powerful, exploded in an all-round way, flying straight down three thousand feet, it is suspected that the Milky Way has fallen for nine days, the thunderous melody is like the stars overflowing, and the sky is covered with rays of light, almost blinding the eyes . The audience is boiling!

"Have you heard people sing? Singing of the anger in their hearts, this song belongs to those who refuse to be slaves again; when the rhythm of your heart stirs the reverberation of the drums, a new life is about to begin, just wait for the dawn of tomorrow!"

Bang bang bang, the uniform and imposing footsteps, like drums, beat in the symphony of great momentum, step by step towards the front of the stage, that brave, moth to the fire, and the powerful The momentum, the mighty rolling over, makes everyone excited and worship!

"Are you willing to give everything to let our flag fly? Some will live, some 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, turbulent, passionate, there was a gurgling and boiling emotion in Mark's chest, almost about to explode, those teary eyes flashed with excitement and excitement, his hands clenched into fists, eager to try, ready to move, It's really exciting, really thrilling, and really resonating with the soul!

"Do you hear the people singing? Do you hear the drums from afar? That is the future brought by the dead, waiting only for the light of tomorrow! Will you join our holy war? Will you walk with us strong? Sometime Somewhere, beyond the barricades, is there a world you long for?"

All the actors, all standing at the forefront of the stage, holding hands, shoulder to shoulder, sang freely and happily, "Did you hear people singing? Did you hear the drumbeat from afar? That is the future brought by the dead, just waiting The dawn of tomorrow!" The singing gradually flew, resounding through the sky, stirring the sky, and the cry of the constantly climbing peak, "Ah!"

The singing was boiling in the blood of every audience member. Finally, everyone sang together, "Dawn of Tomorrow!" At the peak, the actors raised their hands together, a bright and crisp drum beat fell, the lights went out, and the music stop.

The show is over.

"Ah!" Mark couldn't hold it any longer, he couldn't bear it anymore, he jumped up high, the shout stuck in his throat, he just started to applaud with enthusiasm, clapping uncontrollably:

Yes, I heard the singing; yes, I heard the drums; yes, I would like to join the holy war; yes, I would like to walk side by side.

"Clap clap!" The thunderous applause, almost without any time difference, broke out in an instant, burst in an instant, Mark just stood like this, forgetting where he was, who he was, and even his own existence, Just clapping wildly.

Tears flowed down his face, like a madman who lost his mind. The tears continued to fall, but the applause of his hands could not stop at all. He didn't care that the palms had become numb with pain, and he didn't care that his hands had lost their intuition. . Clap, clap, clap.

At this moment, he is a member of the holy war. He was Jean Valjean's companion, he was also Enjolras's friend, and he was an insignificant member of the torrent of that era. So, he followed his inner desire and passion and joined this jihad that was destined to never be turned back!

Alistair was a little embarrassed. After all, the hot tears in his eyes couldn't hold back, and they fell again. He didn't even remember when he last cried, and he couldn't remember the last time he was moved by the play. But today, he truly and sincerely felt the call of that era. More than once, he burst into tears and was so embarrassed that he couldn't help himself.

Because of the six hours of grandeur, he outlined a vast picture and made him one of them; because of the excellent actors, he interprets the profound meaning of the changing life, and let him walk side by side with them; Renly's body has been interpreted, from individual to society, from life to death, from individual to history, that layer of transformation is so complicated, yet so simple, that it is deeply imprinted in the hearts of every audience.

The heart was pounding hard on the chest, the full and tight pain was really long gone.

The smile at the corner of Alistair's mouth couldn't help but rise, but instead of wiping his tears, he stood up slowly and did the simplest and most simple action: clapping.

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

Arthur could barely breathe, and he hadn't cried since he was ten. 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 tears. It wasn't easy, but he did it and was a master at it.

But today, Arthur's eyes were blurred. Maybe it was the show itself, maybe it was Renly Hall, maybe it was because the impassioned singing had awakened a deep desire in him—a desire for freedom, for life, for dreams.

Did you hear the drumbeat from far away? Yes, he heard.

The feeling was so turbulent and surging that Arthur couldn't contain it, he stood up suddenly, and then began to applaud.

Elf did not stand up. Not because of disdain, but because of fear, she is afraid, and the moment she stands up, she will fall apart; she is afraid, and the moment she applauds, her inner truth will be exposed.

Her eyes were warm, but she tried her best to control it, her tight muscles didn't move, even if it was just the slightest movement, all her defenses and all restraints would be shattered. Because she's a theater lover, she knows better than anyone how good the show is and how...great Renly's performance is.

But she couldn't show it. Tonight, what she represents is the surname "Hall", and she cannot compromise or give up. Therefore, she must sit still, refuse to stand up, refuse to applaud, refuse to express her position. It was the only way for her to preserve her family's reputation.

Fortunately, Arthur was so absorbed in his own thoughts that he didn't notice her embarrassment and embarrassment. But at this moment, she has been defeated.

Applause, thunderous applause swarmed, that amazing applause was so turbulent, so surging, that it drowned out all the sounds, no whistles, no shouts, but applause, or applause, this is the only reward , and the only reward!

The audience, standing ovation; the audience, thunderous applause!

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