Anjola sat on Eddie's left hand, facing the audience, her left hand supporting the table, her body slightly right, raised her eyes to look at Marius, and then hung down, covering the surging and turbulent in her heart, the audience couldn't capture it at all, but the light and shadow that fell down outlined the sadness between the eyebrows, raised her eyes, the firmness and determination of the scorching gaze, little by little dissolved the faint blue sadness, when the deep cry of the heart overflowed from the mouth, the handsome face, the facial lines became tense again, sonorous and powerful。

The voice is deep and soft, like a sonnet written by Shakespeare, flowing slowly, but the eyes are so bright, so persistent, so passionate, "Now, it's time to define our true selves! Are we fighting for justice or for the pleasures of the opera?"

Anjola raised her eyes and looked straight ahead with a long and deep look, her condensed gaze seemed to be able to look into the hearts of every viewer, gentle and tenacious, and with a light sweep of her gaze, Marius could feel the sharpness behind her persistent gaze, so that it was impossible to look directly, as if she could feel the hidden voice of questioning, Marius involuntarily avoided her gaze, lowered her eyelids in a panic, and fell into deep thought.

Societies are in turmoil, people are in dire straits, and countries are on the verge of falling apart. The country is broken, the mountains and rivers are broken, how can they be home? The family is no longer home, and the country will not be a country! They used to be the children of a rich family who enjoyed class treatment, but now they have joined hands for the sake of the country and society and have thrown themselves into the revolution, and this is not a game! The torrent of the times has rolled in!

Who are they? How should they define themselves? Where will they go? What colors will their lives burst out of?

Now, it's time to decide!

In the face of Marius's hesitation and hesitation, in the face of the laughter and ridicule of his partners, Anjola's heart was tormented and burning, and those bright eyes released the enthusiasm in the depths of his soul little by little, looking at Marius, looking at the other partners, he shook his head gently, the slight invisible shaking, but the helplessness, disappointment, and choking emotions were expressed, like dragonflies dotting water, ripples, but the ripples were spreading endlessly.

"Have you ever asked yourself what the price of this battle will be?" Anjora turned her head and looked deeply at Marius, but her body leaned back slightly in disappointment, slowly closing her eyes, and then opened them again, asking mercilessly, "Is this just a game for the young rich kid?"

Before they start, they should be aware of the meaning of this battle, and they should be aware of the price they will pay, and they should be aware of their mission! If it is just a game, if it is just fun, then those young rich children should choose to quit before the real blood is shed.

Marius couldn't help but look up at Angela, but saw the storm in Angela's calm gaze.

Anjura glanced at Marius lightly, turned his head to look straight ahead, and looked at the world in front of him seriously and profoundly, scene by scene, as if he could see the devastation and gunsmoke, as if he could see the corpses all over the field, and the people were struggling to survive, the resolute eyes were getting deeper and deeper, bursting out with magnificent and majestic power, "The color of this world is changing every day!"

After a slight pause, Anjola raised his chin and looked into the distance, "Red, it's the blood of people's anger! Black, it's the darkness of the past years!" In the melodious melody, Anjola's singing voice was neat and firm, it seemed that every word burst out with sparks in blood and tears, and he turned his head and looked at Marius intently, "Red, it's the world that is about to break!

Short and powerful, clean and clean. The whole singing section is like a thumping drumbeat, and again, and again, it hits everyone's heart powerfully. However, at the end of the last sentence, the sentence "Long Night" dragged out the end of the note, rising high step by step, pushing the powerful momentum up step by step, with Anjola and Marius as the center, spreading over the entire stage, bursting out in an instant with the momentum of swallowing mountains and rivers, and the shock of the soul was like a tide, wave after wave.

The blood quietly began to boil.

Anquilla stood up, tilting her head sideways, her gaze pausing lightly on Marius for a moment, then shifting away. The strangulation and anger that hated iron but not steel, endured under the tense muscles, full of agitation, turned around and prepared to leave.

Marius disagreed, he grabbed Angela's arm and stopped him from leaving, and stood up, the two of them shoulders crossed, he looked at Angela seriously, and hummed softly, "If you had seen her today, you might have understood." Full of tenderness, enough to turn steel into finger wrapping softness, the eyes with that expression are like a pool of lake water, shining with sparkling waves, which makes his singing voice melodious and tactful, and the long tail note hides the tiredness of his heart, "The impact that penetrates deep into the brain marrow makes people instantly suffocate joy!"

However, Anjola didn't buy it at all, snorted lightly, shook her head helplessly, her eyes were full of disappointment and suffocation, the corners of her mouth were outlined, and the disdain and ridicule in that smile were not concealed, and there was even condescending scrutiny.

Marius only grabbed Anjola, who was about to turn away, and took another step closer, the powerful momentum had an unstoppable and overwhelming power, and it was heartily vented, as if he would never give up if he didn't convince Anjola, "If you were here today, you might still understand that the change of this world only needs a light!"

The impassioned Marius pressed the silent Anjola step by step, and his eyes crashed into Anjola's eyes motionlessly, "What was once right seems to have become wrong, and what was once wrong seems to have become right!" Marius's passionate voice is full and full of the throbbing, budding, joyful, and moving in the depths of his heart, and the tenderness and selflessness of falling in love are so beautiful and moving, forgetting himself, forgetting the world, and even forgetting existence.

Marius's singing gradually went higher, because she was too excited, because she was too excited, because she was too forgetful, so that her voice began to tremble slightly, and the happiness that appeared in the corners of her mouth and eyes burst out with wonderful brilliance, "Red, I feel that my soul is burning!

The rhythm of the whole singing section slowed down slightly by a quarter of a beat, and every bite of Marius was so full, and the strong force of the dantian made the vocal cords begin to tremble violently, and the trembling happiness bloomed proudly like a fireworks extravaganza, filling the entire stage to the brim, leaving no gap, as if even the air began to bubble sweetly.

"Red, the brilliance of desire/hope! Black, the color of despair!" Marius leaned back slightly, and the condescending man became him.

Only those who have truly felt love, only those who have truly received the baptism of happiness, and only those who have truly been in it, can taste the wonderful taste, from hell to heaven, from pain to beauty, from bitterness to sweetness, just looking back in an instant, it will become eternal in an instant.

One look, one wrong body, one hand in hand, and the world is turned upside down.

In every sentence, Marius dragged out the last note, winding/winding/lingering/lingering, every word, Marius was full of syllables, and his heart trembled, and every musical note, Marius was vague and melodious, tender as water. Marius tries to make Angela understand that the pursuit of happiness is the natural instinct of every human being, and love is the moment of happiness that can make the soul tremble. Falling in love and bathing in it, Marius's entire face glows brightly enough to melt every audience member in the theater.

Anjola's expression became heavier and heavier, a look of disappointment collided between his eyebrows, a bitter smile outlined on the edge of his lips, and anger and generosity in his eyes stirred in those eyes, he involuntarily gritted his teeth and turned around, trying to give up the argument, but he failed.

The body turned around suddenly, setting off a wave of qi, and An Zhuo took a big stride to Marius's side, frowning, "Marius, you are no longer a child. I've never questioned your sincerity, but now, we have a higher mission!"

In the face of Anjula's questioning, Marius shook his head slightly, trying to say something, but in those deep eyes, all the words disappeared in his throat, and he just looked at him in a daze, looking at the turbulent waves in those eyes, the collision between blood and gunfire, bursting out of tears of despair and pain, like on the reckless and barren grassland, after the fire, not a single grass is born, life is gone, that magnificent and majestic dead silence, so that every life becomes so small.

Anjola's eyes were full of light, reflecting a magnificent picture, "Who cares about your lonely soul? We have a greater goal! Our small life is nothing at all!"

This is not a game, this is a war, the price is a war of lives, under the war of artillery fire, the lives are miserable, the people are miserable, and the water is in dire straits. If they want to enjoy the beauty of the opera house, if they want to enjoy the nourishment of love, if they want to enjoy the luxury of opulence, then they should hide in their homes, and not stand on this street covered with blood.

Do you understand what the price of this war will be? This is not a game for young rich children!

The loud singing, without any superfluous embellishment, smashed down with a thunderous momentum, like a mountain, like an ocean, like the earth, reckless and vast! The magnificent historical picture scroll spread out so vigorously that it seemed that he had not seen any movement of Anjola at all, and Marius involuntarily took half a step back, his eyes revealing helplessness and shock, even shame, feeling his own insignificance, feeling his own selfishness, and even more feeling his own blindness.

But Marius wasn't the only one!