"God is above, listen to my prayers, and you are always there for me when I need them. ”

At this moment, Lan Li-Hall, who was standing at the front of the stage, was so tall, standing up to the sky, with a strong body that seemed to be able to support the whole world, that old and weak face, full of vicissitudes, and his slightly flickering eyes bloomed with a pious light, as if he was talking to God alone.

The gentle voice, the sad outpouring, the full bite of the words, continuously prolonged the end note, all the emotions and all the stories were told, and it only took a moment for goosebumps to pop up all over the body, and I involuntarily crossed my fingers and clenched them, and then prayed silently. Before I knew it, my eyes began to heat slightly.

At this moment, the boundary between reality and drama is completely broken, Lan Li-Hall and Jean-Jean are completely integrated, people forget that Lan Li is not yet twenty-three years old, but only captures the turmoil and scarring in the depths of his eyes, and the powerful power of empathy, after the previous foreshadowing and brewing, finally broke out completely in that sad voice.

Bathed in the light, Jean-Agen slowly stretched out his right hand, as if wanting to touch the light of heaven, and sincerely conveyed the prayer that surged in his heart, "He is still young, he will be afraid, please let him rest." ”

The calls one after another, pity and pity, care and love, slowly flowed out, and the audience's eyes fell on Marius. Looking at Marius, who closed his eyes for a short time, it seemed that he could feel the infinite tenderness from Jean-Argent building a safe haven to protect him.

Then, his gaze fell on the others beside Marius, the young and immature figures, fading away in the darkness, leaving only a vague outline, but in the midst of the fortress and the guns, their faith and persistence shone faintly little by little.

They are such young beings, they are such fresh lives. In order to overthrow the corrupt rule, to uphold the justice of concealment, in order to realize the blueprint of their hearts, they abandoned their fear and timidity, and dedicated their lives to this cause, which is full of pride, but is facing ruthless crushing and destruction.

And so, Jean-Agen reverently cried out, "Shelter him, bring him home...... those young beings, lead them home, to their brothers and sisters, to their worried mothers, who have forged a bright road to the future with their own blood, but they are too young to be buried, "Take him home!"

The singing voice that suddenly rose completely vented the deep emotion, full and heavy, gently outlining a trace of bitter tears in the corner of the eye, and then before the emotion had time to reach its peak, it fell back again, and whispered infinitely softly, "Take him home." ”

The simplest words, but trembling slightly, "he", that "he", the thick nasal voice and choked throat, leaked the helplessness and sadness in the heart of Jean-Argent, narrating the scars of the entire era, the lives that have disappeared one by one, people have long forgotten, but for their relatives, it is an indelible memory, deeply imprinted in the depths of the soul.

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For the first time, Mark's gaze turned away from Lan Li, and instead projected onto the vague outline in the darkness, and inexplicably began to feel sentimental. They are so natural to enjoy the joy and happiness of the present, but they forget that on top of this beauty, layer by layer the blood and corpses of their predecessors, those brave and righteous young people have been annihilated in the long river of time and space.

When the thick and long melody echoed in his ears, Mark fell into the trap of thoughts.

……

Jean-Argent took a step back, turned to look at Marius behind him, took a sharp step forward, but was a little timid, hesitated, and took a gentle and slow step, from the left side of the stage to the right.

The light shrank further, enveloping Jean-Argent's body, and Marius gradually disappeared from the halo, leaving only a halo of light, and then followed in Jean-Argent's footsteps, flowing over the group of young and tired fighters like a murmuring stream, outlining their exhaustion, their scars, their weakness, their humility.

However, it is these figures, these young people who have not yet grown up, who shoulder the historical mission and the weight of society, and continue to move forward with their heads held high. Their persistence and faith are enough to make everyone embarrassed and embarrassed, just like Shawei.

The sleeping figures, without even names and faces, broke through all the lines of defense in the footsteps and sight of Jean-Jean, making every audience completely forget themselves and become a member of the tide of this era.

"He is like my son, if Heaven had given me a son. "Jean-Argent's footsteps passed between the young men, like a light and soft melody, weaving a waltz, and the figures, the faces, flashed before their eyes, and finally evolved into the same face, the face of Marius, fearless, unstoppable, desperate and sacrificing for righteousness.

Jean-Argent suddenly quickened his pace, "The seasons alternate, and time flies by non-stop. The surging emotions were full of regret and indignation, and he struggled to roar in the majestic melody, "And I am old, and I will soon die!" stopped beside Anjola.

Lowering his head and looking at this young and youthful face, Ran-Argent couldn't bear to look away, closed his eyes firmly, clenched his fists in both hands, and the pain and struggle between his eyebrows was almost unbearable. The weight that should have been on his shoulders is now on the shoulders of this group of children, and the mission that should have been done by him is now driving this group of children to follow one after another.

That sadness, that indignation, and that reluctance are vividly displayed in the moving melody and graceful singing.

Aristere couldn't bear to close his eyes and wipe the tears from the corners of his eyes, not because Lan Li's performance was not exciting enough, on the contrary, it was precisely because Lan Li's performance was so wonderful that he couldn't bear to continue watching.

Why do industry insiders think this song is the soul of the character of Jean Valgent?

Because, through this song, Jean-Argent strengthened his faith and started a dialogue with God, because, through this song, Jean-Argent suddenly woke up and realized what the consequences of his cowardice and cowardice had led to, because, through this song, Jean-Argent said the core of the whole film, revolution / fate is imperative, but it should not be the young life to carry such a weight.

Jean-Argent has truly completed the transformation, and has truly completed the transformation and sublimation in the torrent of the times.

Lan Li's singing is full and abundant, every move, every smile, full of compassion and tenderness, but also full of empathetic pain, truly making people feel the call of the times.

Even if you close your eyes and don't need to watch Lan Li's movements, you can clearly depict all the emotional transformations by listening quietly. That's probably the pinnacle of performance.

That's the real enjoyment.

"Give him peace and joy. He was still young, just a child. ”

Jean-Argent's gaze fell so intently and movingly on Anquilla's body, and the young figures beside Anquera, his staggering steps suddenly moved forward, but he stopped abruptly, and his strong shoulders slowly drooped down like this, "You can take it! You can give it! Let him go, let him live!"

Then Jean-Argent jerked his head up, opened his chest, opened his arms, strode in the direction of Marius, raised his head high, as if he had given himself to God, and shouted with great emotion and impassionedness, "If I am going to die, let me die, let him live!"

The call after call was so mournful that it exploded in the air. If you can, please use their aging lives to pave the way for revolution, so that those young children can survive, they are the hope of this society, this country, this era, and they should stay.

If he could, he was willing to burn his own life, he was willing to complete this battle on their behalf, he was already the waning sun, life was no longer important, just to leave a glimmer of life for this group of children, even if it was just a ray of sunshine in the blood-colored sunset.

"Take him home!"

The simplest wish, but so mournful, so graceful, so moving, gentle and tenacious blooming a soft and graceful light, through the tall figure and vicissitudes of life, as if you can see a fresh life, one after another to dedicate their lives, this society, this country, the future of the world is dying little by little.

Jean-Argent, a criminal, a father, an ordinary man. In this moment, he spoke sincerely to God:

Why is it that those young lives are dying, and God is still indifferent? Why is this society rotting, people living in misery, and no one to be saved? Why is it that the world is so cold that even angels cannot fly, and they still see no hope?

Why can sincerity and integrity, kindness and justice no longer survive? Why does true love have to be forced to break up? Why is it that life is passing away, one after another, but those corrupt and greedy ruling classes are still doing evil and wantonly?

God, God Almighty, dear God.

As a devout believer, Jean-Argent now sincerely prays that he is willing to trade his life for these young children. If there really is someone who is destined to die in order to meet the bright future, then he is willing to give his life, even if it is only an insignificant ray of light, and he will do everything in his power to dispel the darkness until the oil runs out.