"Yes, Cosette. Jean-Argent chuckled, but the voice almost disappeared into his throat, echoing muffled in his chest, and he seemed to clearly feel that the power was disappearing little by little, "Did you order me not to die?" The thick nasal voice, with a hint of laughter and a hint of pampering, nodded slightly, "I listen to you." ”

However, the smile only had time to linger for a moment, and then it turned into a painful struggle, "I'll try my best." "The tightly wrinkled features, so heavy, struggling. In an instant, his voice and breathing couldn't help but hold his breath, as if he was using all his strength to try to suppress the tumultuous river and sea in his body.

It was only a moment, but Cosette and Marius caught the muscles of the two young men's bodies tensing up, and they straightened up slightly, approaching Jean-Argent, lest he disappear from his fingertips. That kind of panic made the body tremble uncontrollably.

Exhaling softly, a smile appeared on the corner of Jean-Argent's mouth, and he didn't open his eyes, but as if he was comforting: Don't worry, I haven't left yet. However, this little smile, in the hazy halo, stirred up more turbulent waves, as if he could see with his own eyes that the vitality was slowly passing away, and he had given up struggling and resisting.

Mark was stunned. Stunned, looking at Jean-Agen in the spotlight, he involuntarily retracted his fingertips, as if such an action could capture Jean-Jean's life. Hard, harder. Not just for Jean-Argent, but for the man who has borne the shackles of sin all his life, for the man who atoned for his sins with his own life, for the man who is insignificant under the torrent of that era.

"On this piece of paper, I wrote my final confession. Jean-Argent tried to pull the paper out of his bosom, but his hands were no longer strong, and he looked up at Cosette and Marius in front of him.

Cosette, who was crying uncontrollably, was overwhelmed, so he looked at Marius and motioned for him to pull out.

Marius was slightly stunned, and his reaction was half a beat slower, but he still knelt up straight, and carefully pulled the letterhead from Ran-Jean's arms—

Just such a small action and coordination, Aristair can see that Lan Li's old way and Joe's jerkiness, relatively speaking, Charlotte is in the center, and the whole scene is under Lan Li's control, as if there is an invisible thread that pulls the young actors' performances and emotions. This powerful control is not a certain link, but all aspects.

Jean-Agen gestured with his eyes, Marius put the confession away, and then his eyes fell on Cosette's body, and gently retracted his chin, "Read carefully, after I fall asleep......" Cosette leaned forward and tried to persuade something, but this time, Jean-Argent shook his head lightly and stopped it with his eyes, which could not be refuted.

"In this story, a man wakes up from hatred, a man has finally learned to ......love," Jean-Argent chuckled, but his vision blurred, and he gently raised his right hand, touched Cosette's forehead with his fingertips, and then tilted his head slightly, revealing a loving look, "It's all because of you." ”

"I see, Dad. Cosette couldn't stop crying, and she couldn't get her words right, so she could only nod her head again and again.

Everything is so real that one completely ignores Lan Li's age. Even Aristere's thoughts only flashed through his mind:

Twenty-two-year-old Lan Li, why can he interpret the mentality of a fifty-year-old or sixty-year-old man, looking at twenty-year-old Charlotte, revealing the expression of a father facing his daughter? Moreover, it is also a regret and regret when he is dying, which is not only a performance, but also an experience. But now, Lan Li has broken the shackles of age and has done it just by performing!

Immediately, Aristair put aside his distractions for a moment and entered the world of Jean-Argent, the world shaped by Lan Li.

The melody of "On-My-On" sounded again, the mournful and sad notes flowed slowly, a halo of light slowly moved on the left side of the stage, and Fantine's soul bypassed Cosette and Marius and came to Jean-Argent's side. The time has come.

"Come with me, there will never be chains in the clouds. Fantine hummed softly.

Ran-Argent slowly leaned his head back, his eyebrows slowly stretched, a look of relief, and whispered, "I'm ready, Fantine." ”

Mark clenched his fists and clenched his teeth, but the sound of sobbing still spilled from between his teeth, and Christine, who was sitting next to her, had already fallen apart, her hands firmly covering her mouth to prevent herself from crying, but her shaky shoulders and hazy teary eyes still betrayed her vulnerability.

Why, why, why. Why do good people always fail to die well? Why does redemption end in death? However, after thinking about it, I am relieved that this man is really too hard, he has carried too much, he has borne too much, he has given too much, and now, it is time to be free.

Realizing this, Mark understood the relief and relief between Jean-Argent's eyebrows, but the sadness could not be suppressed, and it continued to slam into his chest, and he could only cry bitterly and helplessly. He has accompanied Jean-Argent through a long life, and now he has accompanied Jean-Argent to the end of his life.

"All your grief. Eventually, it will all be gone. Fantine's voice was so gentle, so light, that it seemed to soothe all the aches and pains in Jean-Argent's body, and the tired, old face stretched out little by little, and even the tight shoulder lines relaxed, as if the wide clothes were slipping off.

The process of death is so clear and so moving.

"Have mercy on him, O Lord of Heaven. Fantine sang, and a smile appeared on Jean-Argent's lips as she sang, "Forgive me all my sins and guide me to your glory." ”

Ran-Argent opened his eyes, and those cloudy eyes were full of tears, so that slowly, slowly, a glimmer of light bloomed, and the hazy light pulled the smile at the corner of his mouth to rise slightly, and even between his eyebrows became light and bright. In an instant, all the energy was released, and even the surrounding lights seemed to become eclipsed, bursting out with the brightest, most dazzling, and hottest power of vitality.

But, then, it was extinguished.

Suddenly gone, suddenly dim, suddenly dark, stunned and stiffened. The eyes still did not close, the body still did not relax, but kept moving, and time seemed to stand still at this moment. However, the light in those eyes disappeared completely, as if the soul could be seen slowly dissipating into a wisp of smoke. Life also came to a standstill.

Mark's eyes widened, shocked and shocked, and tears kept falling far and wide. Jean-Argent, died. He knew that Jean-Argent's life had come to an end, and all of a sudden all the light burst out and then completely extinguished. Death, so magnificent, and so gorgeous.

Then Jean-Argent's shoulders and head drooped, and he sat down on the chaise longue, closed his eyes, and all life was gone, and it was cold.

"Daddy, Daddy. Cosette shook Jean-Argent's right hand gently, but received no call, and looked at the colorless face, froze in place, and then collapsed with a bang, and even tears and cries could not be vented.

Marius hugged Cosette tightly, tightly, but Cosette was completely sluggish and numb, as if her time had stopped forever at that moment, refusing to move on, and without warning, Marius's emotions were completely broken, clenching his teeth, clenching his fists, and hugging his wife tightly, but still unable to stop the tears from bursting.

Marius pursed her lips hard, and imprisoned all the voices in her throat, but the sadness flowed uncontrollably, and Cosette, who had forgotten to cry, to cry. The staggered sadness burst out with endless energy at this moment.

Fantine walked past Marius and Cosette and stood in the center of the stage, singing holyly and high-pitched, like an angelic chant, "Take my hand and I will guide you to salvation, and I love in my heart, for love never ceases......"

Slowly, Jean-Argen stood up again, his movements so slow and so hard, but when he stood up, his back gradually straightened, his weak shoulders became harder, and his majestic vitality gradually overflowed. It's like...... It's as if you've never been sick, it's as if you've never been near death.

The tall and majestic body, like a giant standing up to the sky, supported the whole world, and even the wide burqa seemed to be full, and this optical illusion brought about a torrential rain, and the waterfall of light sloped, and the whole Almeida theater overflowed.

This is not regeneration, but the Holy Spirit.

Without words, just the act of standing up, from the mortal world to heaven, from life to death, through the curtain of light, Jean-Argent took a step, freed from the shackles of age and sickness, and slowly, slowly became strong and energetic again.

Aristair's pupils shook slightly. This is his favorite moment, even more than the end of the first act and the "take him home" just now, on that body, in those eyes, he captured the moment when mortals complete their transformation after bathing in the holy light, as if time and space have completed the flow at this moment, with the footsteps of Lan Li, reality has entered the unreal, into the Bible, and into the mortal world into heaven.

This effect can only be created on a movie screen, but it is presented on those holy eyes and that noble face. Every believer with religious beliefs can deeply feel the breath of the Holy Spirit at this moment, not only shocking, but the slight trembling of the soul has reached an unprecedented peak at this moment.

Oh, God. The show is so wonderful, this show is so moving.