It's just a touch of kindness. From trust, from fraternity, from forgiveness, that touch of kindness, but completely broke all the defenses of Jean-Argent, and also completely defeated the vicissitudes and lead of the past nineteen years, like a ray of sunshine, dispelling the long and endless night, but making people feel panic and unease, longing for warmth, but afraid of being burned.

This fear is even more touching than vulnerability, and the bruises hidden behind the fear have endless stories.

Ran Agen stood in the middle of the stage, bathed in the warm light, with nothing to hide, all the scars and all the darkness exposed, the ragged and unkempt protective shell, completely shattered, and the softest part of the heart was exposed, bloody and scarred.

"He told me that I also have a soul! How did he know? What touched my heart in the dark, is there another way in this world?" Behind the helpless, hesitant, dazed, slightly trembling voice, Jean-Argent's inner struggle and torment were revealed, and even self-doubt. Every self-questioning is like a whiplash, fiercely interrogating the conscience of every audience.

Opening his eyes again, Jean-Argent took a deep breath and took another step, weeping, falling apart, and falling apart, but there was no hesitation in his stumbling steps, stumbling and staggering, step by step, towards the light on the left.

"I tried to climb out of the mire, but I fell into the abyss, and the darkness enveloped me again, and I gazed into the void, and watched the whirlpool of my sin!"

Every step seems to be becoming clearer, from the toes to the fingertips, from the steps to the shoulders, from the body to the eyes, the perseverance that bursts out from the inside out, releasing a powerful and surging energy, even more dazzling than the lights, the momentum is rising, the fierceness and determination between the gnashing of teeth, with the sudden pause of the footsteps on the left side of the stage, climbed to the extreme.

"Heh!" Marc gasped, his eyes widened, and he stared dumbfounded at Jean-Argent, whose tall and majestic body seemed to support the whole world, like a god, bathed in golden light. It was just a momentary pause, a flash of lightning, but a sea of vicissitudes, and then—

Turned around suddenly, strutted, violent, around the stage began to walk quickly, fast steps into trotting, trotting into sprints, that momentum like a bamboo, it seems that there is no intention to stop at all, burst out of a kind of broken bones at the expense of determination and ruthlessness, through the stage, breaking the boundary, mighty towards the audience catharsis!

"Now, I'm going to escape from that world, that world of Jean-Argent!" After bypassing most of the stage, the footsteps paused, turned, and sprinted in the center of the center directly behind the stage, and then rushed to the front of the stage without any reservations, and the footsteps without the slightest sign of braking set off a powerful wave of air, which came in a mighty way.

swept through, the entire theater.

Rushing forward, rushing forward frantically, the powerful momentum of the storm finally reached its peak at this moment, unreserved, unscrupulous, and wholeheartedly erupted, venting freely and freely, even if there was an abyss in front of him, even if there was a cliff in front of him, even if there was a sea of swords and fire at the end, but the momentum of the moth to the fire still did not pause.

At the last moment, the fierce and explosive footsteps came to an abrupt end at the front of the stage, but the crumbling footsteps stood firmly and firmly, with a high chest and a strong waist, the agitation of the chest and the boiling of blood completely got rid of the shackles, and declared his existence in the stormy waves!

The tall body that does not fall, as if standing on the edge of the cliff, the sound of the hunting wind whistling, the wind and rain are rampant, but it can't shake the figure at all, in a trance, this body that stands up to the sky, breaks the restrictions of the stage, breaks the restrictions of the theater, and truly shoulders the whole world, completely defeating all the shackles, all the shackles, all the shackles!

Loud, sonorous, roaring and roaring.

"Jean-Argent no longer exists! another life will begin here!"

The mighty singing, rising, rising, and then rising, after reaching its peak, soared an octave again, releasing all emotions and all emotions, and deeply and deeply shaking the whole world, the light and shadow swayed, the sand and rocks flew, and the sky and the earth cracked, as if even the body could not stop this surging momentum, and little by little it broke the skin of "Ran Agen", transformed, and reborn!

Abruptly, the music stops, the lights close! With a "snap", all the light disappears, leaving only a spotlight gathered on Jean-Argent, so that every audience can clearly see the tears flickering in those eyes, reflecting the strength, affirmation, kindness, warmth, and hope in the depths of their hearts.

That vicissitudes of life, faded from the wind and frost, the resolute and hard face lines, at this moment, burst out with divine light!

Just a pause in breathing, the symphonic accompaniment of the live orchestra is released in an instant, from zero to hundred, all the vastness and turbulence burst out in an instant, the deafening melody, majestic, magnificent, like a sweeping tornado, roaring through the entire theater!

Stirring the heart, real stirring of the mind!

Before the brain could react, Mark was already on his feet, frantically agitating his hands, for if he did not do so, he would explode, and all the excitement and emotion that had been suppressed in his chest would explode, and emotion and reason left no other choice, and the natural reaction of the muscles of the body was conditioned before the brain could judge.

Stand, applaud. Tears, roars!

"Ahh

Wonderful! Wonderful! Wonderful enough to overshadow all words and all emotions! Wonderful enough to make every soul feel small and humble!

This is the real performance, which completely releases emotions, stories, lives, thoughts, and souls without reservation, shocking every audience, making people unable to make any reaction, only to kneel on their knees and bow down in a religious and humble manner!

At this moment, Marc Lacante felt the power and depth of the performance as never before, like a devout worshipper, prostrate on the ground in fear, his body trembling slightly, accepting the baptism without any resistance, and completely surrendering!

Applause, applause, applause!

Mark's brain completely stopped thinking, and he just kept clapping, and he couldn't even feel the other five hundred or so people in the Almeida theater, only him, and he was alone. It's a conversation between him and Jean Argent, it's a conversation between him and Les Misérables, it's a conversation between him and himself.

All the touching, all the shock, all the reverence, are all their own!

However, Mark is not the only one in the Almeida Theatre who has the same idea.

The audience, the real audience, couldn't even wait for that spotlight series, everyone stood up en masse, and the thunderous applause roared wildly through the theater, and the entire roof and walls of the theater began to be precarious, and the violent applause, so strong, so raging, so mad, that the whistles and shouts were completely drowned out.

Only applause remains!

Aristair Smith stood up. The smile and relief on his face were all gone, and there was only a serious face, real respect and admiration, and he applauded with 100% seriousness and meticulousness. This is the treatment that Lanli-Hall deserves!

Absolute strength! This is the real absolute strength! From the lines to the singing, from the emotions to the performance, from the eyes to the movements, and even to the use of the stage, every detail is perfect, even Aristere can't pick out the thorns, especially the last sprint.

The powerful momentum came to an abrupt end at the edge of the stage, not only the control of the body muscles, but also the understanding of the stage, the control of the performance, the control of the rhythm, all of it, everything is just right, less is insufficient, more exaggerated, the free and hearty performance really makes watching the drama a kind of enjoyment.

Perfect.

That's the only thing Aristair can say. Now, he finally understands why Lan Li has been performing for the previous 35 minutes? Lan Li is cooperating with the performance state and rhythm of the actors in the same play, and even using his own performance to drive the rhythm of the whole play, and the best effect of sacrificing himself is to achieve the integrity of the repertoire performance.

There is no distinction between light and heavy, there are no special shortcomings, and the whole repertoire appears to be balanced and appropriate, as if it is simmering slowly, cooking a delicate and perfect finished product.

All the repression and all the control are completely released in the last monologue, and more importantly, all the content of the first act is summarized, pushed to the high/climax, refined and sublimated, and truly conveys the artistic meaning of the play to every audience.

God, could he ask for more?

With the first act alone, with Lance-Hall alone, Les Misérables at the Almeida Theatre is enough to be the best show in London's West End of the last five years, but whether it can go further to become the best of the last ten or twenty years depends on the next five hours.

However, at this moment, Aristere did not want to think about it so much, he just wanted to enjoy the excitement of the moment, which once again awakened his love and passion for theater. It's been a long time, it's been a long time.