Standing up, Jean-Jean did not immediately take a step, but slowly straightened his waist, puffed up his chest, raised his chin slightly, and greeted the milky yellow light falling from the sky, as if embracing the shroud of the holy light from God, and the alternation of death and life impregnated every cell, completing the rebirth.

The soft halo fell on those deep eyes, rippling with golden light all over the sky, like a quiet lake.

In my ears came the noble and Holy Spirit song of Fantine, "Take my hand and I will guide you to salvation, and have my love in my heart, for love never fails......"

"Remember. Jean-Argent followed the melody of the song, seamlessly connecting to complete the second half of Fantine's singing, and the gradually condensed singing voice was the gradually condensed qi, the soul hidden under the skin, rejuvenated, and the steps firmly moved forward, step by step, slowly leaving Cosette and Marius behind.

"Remember the truth that has been preached to people: Only those who love others can see God as he is. Jean-Argent's footsteps paused slightly, and he looked back—

I saw Fantine bathed in the light, and then the light slowly went out, and Fantine disappeared, and I saw Cosette and Marius, who supported each other, and they were immersed in grief and couldn't extricate themselves, and the light fell on their shoulders for a long time, and it went out very slowly, very slowly, very slowly, and finally, Cosette and Marius also disappeared.

On the entire stage, only the lonely figure of Jean-Agen was left, standing in the center of the stage.

Turning his head, Jean-Argent looked into the distance, as if he were looking at the distance of the long road, as if looking back on the long past of life, the face that had been through the vicissitudes of life, old and sickly, shriveled and withered, but the bright eyes were so shining, reflecting the golden brilliance, sparkling, and then fainting little by little.

The frowning brows widened, the parched lips rose, and even the tense body stretched. Finally, at the corner of the lightly raised mouth, a smile appeared, and in a trance, it seemed that you could see the pleasantness and enjoyment of wandering, and all the suffering and all the torture were dissipating.

On the huge stage, there is only Jean-Jean alone, but it also belongs to Jean-Jean alone. He just stood quietly like this, with no superfluous movements, no superfluous singing passages, and even superfluous expressions, but the energy that burst out from the inside out, positive and bright, deeply affected every audience.

Mark Lacante opened his mouth wide, tears just stayed on his eyelashes, and he looked at the stage intently and blankly, looking at the figure, his eyes widened, and through the hazy mist, he captured the subtle changes between the flow of light and shadow, and the dust that flew up and down faintly outlined the atmosphere of gradual jubilation.

He was so greedy, greedily looking at the man, the smile on that face, so distant, yet so close, the milky light outlined every detail of the expression, as if he had said nothing, but he seemed to have said everything, the six-hour long journey, all present in those eyes at this time.

Incredibly, he understood. Although the stage is so vast and the distance is so far, he can clearly read the transformation in the depths of that man's soul. It's magnificent, it's wonderful.

Sadness is dissipating, and suffering is fading. But the spirit chose to stop.

Then Jean-Argent slowly closed his eyes and began to hum pleasantly and happily, "Humph...... Huh-huh...... Hum...... Hum hum ......"

This is the opening piece of the whole play. At the official opening of the first act, the figure hidden behind the curtain, humming softly to the tune, "Do you hear people singing", like a bard, wanders the streets and alleys, walks through the world, walks briskly, holds the dog's tail and grass stalks, pills his hands behind his head, bathes in the blood and sun, and enjoys a moment of peace.

It's just that the humming at the beginning is the calm before the storm, and the humming at this moment is the serenity after the storm is over.

The echo of the end and the end form a wonderful and moving circle. The difference is that this humming brings out countless memories in their minds, memories in the past six hours, they have experienced the lives of a group of people:

The despair of Fantine's "I Had a Dream", the lament of Epenny's "Alone", the fierceness of "Red and Black" in Angela and Marius, the paranoia of Savoy's "Starlight", and ...... There is also the decision of Jean-Argent's "monologue". Life is like a song, and at this time the waves are magnificently spread out in front of you.

"Hmph, hmph, hmph......" Jean-Argent's expression was so serene, so happy, so quiet, as if he were wandering in the blue of the Aegean Sea, bathed in the golden sun, unrestrained, and the smile and joy on his face were so wonderful that one had the illusion that he had never died.

Jean-Argent reopened his eyes, took a slow step, and sang briskly, "Do you hear people singing, the valley of the night, the song echoes?" ”

There was no accompaniment, no accompaniment, only Jean-Argent's voice was singing, like a call from the depths of his heart, unyieldingly shouting, his deep and hoarse voice with a shallow smile, the audience closed their eyes and could see the ballet shoes dancing lightly on the black and white keys of the piano, and the bright red dancing shoes danced on the cold keys to create the most beautiful and moving trajectory in the world.

"This song belongs to those who strive to climb to the light, to the people who are suffering on the earth, the flame of hope will never be extinguished, even the darkest night will eventually go away, and the sun will eventually rise!"

The blood began to boil little by little, and the emotions began to rise little by little.

Jean-Argent, however, stopped singing, and stood at the forefront of the stage, quietly listening, as if waiting for something. Marc Lacante has an impulse, an impulse to sing, an impulse to go along with it, to join Jean d'Argent singing, to join the tide of revolution, to join the torrent of the times.

However, Mark was a little unsure, and he looked left and right dignifiedly, not knowing what to do. The next moment, Mark looked closely at the stage again, lest he miss the excitement in the blink of an eye. That impulse, rampage through the body, but can't find an outlet for catharsis.

From sadness to exuberance, from mourning to passion, from despair to rebirth. In just a few tens of seconds, the change of mood has come from a lowest point to a highest point, so natural, so harmonious, showing the greatness of life to the fullest, even more magnificent than an era and a piece of history.

Listen. Mark heard it.

"Do you hear people singing, the valley of the night, the song echoes? The sound came from all sides and corners of the Almeida Theater, and Mark looked around in a panic, not only him, but even Aristere turned his head to look in all directions, looking for the source of the sound, so resonant that it could never have been made by sound effects.

But, they got nothing. In the dark theater, there was still only the spotlight on the stage, shrouding the figure of Jean-Argent.

The singing continued, and more and more people joined in, as if a trickle was gradually converging into a great water, and the gradually rising voice was hitting the chest of every audience, and the tiredness and sleepiness of waiting for six hours were all swept away at this moment, and they involuntarily began to be excited.

"This song belongs to those who strive to climb to the light, to the people who are suffering on the earth, the flame of hope will never be extinguished, even the darkest night will eventually go away, and the sun will rise!"

There were, the voices that sang appeared, and a faint halo lit up in the four corners of the theater, outlining the aisles, and then those voices appeared, and in the different corners of the theater, figures appeared one after another in sight, their steps were firm, their postures were erect, their singing voices were loud, and they condensed into a powerful force, centered on Jean-Agen on the stage, and swept in.

"They will be free again, in the garden of God they will join hands in the ploughshare, they will lay down their swords and guns, their chains will be broken, and everyone will be rewarded!"

The calm and powerful singing, vast and ferocious, and then the lights of the whole stage were all lit up, and An Zhuo raised the red flag in his hand, sprinted out, and stood behind Jean-Argent, waving vigorously and excitedly; at the same time, the sonorous and powerful symphony played, and the accompaniment from zero to hundred instantly burst out with endless energy, detonating the boiling and excitement in the body of every audience.

All the actors sang in unison, all the souls shouted in unison, "Will you join our holy war? Who will be strong to walk with us? Sometime and somewhere, over the barricades, is there a world you desire?"

That powerful momentum surged from the corners of the world, and the entire Almeida Theater was immersed in a stormy wave, and the surging and majestic heart stirred so that the whole body began to tremble slightly, and even the soul began to crawl on the ground, trembling. Mark was like this, and even Aristere couldn't help but open his mouth, his eyes full of hot tears, and he looked impassionedly at the stage.

Wonderful! Wonderful! Wonderful!

Standing at the forefront of the stage, Jean-Argent once again became the center of attention, he raised his right hand high, clenched his fist, and sang loudly, becoming a hospital in the torrent of this era.

"Do you hear the people singing, do you hear the drums coming from afar? That is the future brought by the dead, waiting only for the dawn of tomorrow! Will you join our holy war? Will you be strong to walk with us? At some time and place, over the barricades, is there a world you desire?"

The roar resounded throughout the audience, the excitement filled the chest, and the boiling blood was surging!