"You can take it, you can give it, let him go, let him live! Take him home!"

The affectionate and touching call, the sincere plea, the sincere prayer, full of deep tenderness, like an angel spreading its wings, gently covered the thin shoulders of Marius, and gently covered the bodies of the young warriors such as Angela, covered with dust and blood, and tightly shielded from the storm.

Marc Lacante couldn't bear it any longer, his eyes full of tears flowed down like this, looking at Jean-Argent on the stage, looking at Lan Li-Hall in the light, as if he had touched the weight of his soul and the heat of faith in his heart, he couldn't help but slowly stretched out his right hand, trying to get closer, a little closer.

But in an instant, the slight trembling heartbeat made the palms of the hands stop, and they did not dare to continue to move forward, lest they shatter such a wonderful dream, and lest they desecrate such a noble god. It's like ...... Look up to God.

At this moment, Jean-Argent's sad eyes flashed with redemption and forgiveness, flowing with sacrifice and care, so gentle, and so sad, gently licking the scarred souls, and the tall body blocked all the bullets and bullets, and earnestly guarded this last pure land.

Faith.

At this moment, it was unprecedentedly powerful, enough to shake the soul, and make everyone feel their own insignificance and humility deeply, and they could only prostrate themselves on the ground in trepidation, kiss the feet of God, and pour out all their hopes, all their piety, all their desires.

What a great power it is, which can make the soul more determined, and can also make the mind clearer, not only a sustenance of faith, but also a ray of light that lights up life.

Mark felt the power of faith as never before, and through the figure on the stage, he seemed to see the passage of time, the changes of time and space, the vicissitudes of life, the earth, and the desolation at the end of the world...... and hope.

In a trance, Mark had completely forgotten the existence of Lanli-Hall, and the existence of the Almeida Theater, and he was the only one left in the whole world, and the gentle and touching melody echoed leisurely, and then, reverently and intently, he crossed his hands, sat quietly in place, and prayed sincerely.

The line between reality and illusion no longer exists, and they truly entered the world of Jean-Argent, and truly became a part of that era.

"Oh God. Mark couldn't help but cry out in the depths of his heart, and then the tears completely burst the embankment, blurring his vision and burning his chest.

……

Jean-Argent slowly took a step forward, lowered his head, a smile on the corner of his mouth, and looked intently and deeply at Marius in front of him, his eyes were full of tears, revealing a touch of sadness and tenderness, but in the smile it became more and more heartbreaking, the bitterness of parting, the heroism of sacrifice, and the determination of faith burst out with unprecedented power at this moment.

He is a father, a father who is willing to go to great lengths for his children, a father who is willing to take care of his children with his own life, and a father who is willing to do everything he has to protect his children's happiness, even if he is broken.

He is a believer, a believer who is willing to burn his life for the sake of faith, a believer who is willing to follow the light of faith all the way, and a believer who is willing to sacrifice his life to save all beings, just like ...... God sent His Son, Jesus, to earth to endure all the suffering.

At this moment, it was in this moment that Jean-Argent's soul truly completed its metamorphosis, washed away the lead, faded the scars, and became clear and translucent again, but he himself was completely unknown.

The gaze was just on Marius, his Marius, the Marius of Cosette, his Cosette.

All the excitement and surging gradually subsided, and he exhaled softly and whispered, "Take him home." The affectionate call was like a light feather, sliding through the heart, and finally, the emotion was completely vented with the flickering of tears, take a deep breath, and sing loudly, "Take him ......"

With his head held high, his chest held high, his right hand raised high, and his voice raised high, he truly surrendered himself to God, calling out sincerely and affectionately, "Come home ......"

One step at a time, one step at a time, the treble began to climb up, the emotions began to be released slowly, and a little more, all the dreams were released, all the emotions were released. The surging emotion, in the voice full of soul fragments, bloomed proudly without reservation, higher and higher, longer and longer, as if it could go on forever and ever.

Caught off guard, Aristair burst into tears.

He closed his eyes magnificently, closed tightly, trying to hide his embarrassment, but before closing his eyes, the hot tears slipped down like this, and he didn't have time to control it at all, it was moved, it was sad, it was baptism, and it was even more shocking, as if standing in the long river of history looking up at the giants and the ants of the sky, just surrendered to the ground, threw himself to the ground, trembled, and helplessly let the emotions gallop.

Mighty, endless, distant and ethereal!

Just when everyone thought that the end was about to end, Lan Li's singing soared an octave again, tearing apart in the air, and all emotions erupted for the second time, getting higher and higher, more and more surging, and the hot blood and surging emotions were no longer reserved, completely released.

"Home...... Family...... Home ......"

Ten seconds, fifteen seconds, twenty seconds......

The long tail note still shows no sign of ending, pushing the release of emotions to the extreme, breaking the shackles, and pushing it to the extreme again. Then Aristere fell apart completely, this is the real power, this is the real art, breaking free from the framework of art, refracting from reality into art, and from art into life, bringing endless shock.

Everyone was looking forward to this performance, and Lan Li lived up to expectations, interpreting this song "Take Him Home" in her own style, and giving it a more powerful and vigorous vitality, so wonderful that any language loses its color, and also makes any comparison lose its meaning.

This is Jean-Argent, who relies on the soul of Lan Li, this is Victor Hugo's Jean-Jean, who has left the pencil paper, left the framework of the drama, and has truly come to life with the difficulties of the times and the weight of history.

Aristair clenched his fists tightly, but he still couldn't control his excitement, but he got carried away from all restraints, and completely wandered in the endless vastness and grandeur.

"Oh God. ”

The epilogue lingered, and at last it gradually dissipated into the air, but the sound was gone, and the emotions were still stirring, and Aristair could no longer control himself, and suddenly stood up, freed from the shackles and reserve, and applauded feverishly.

However, he was still half a beat slower, and the tsunami of applause swept in his ears, and the entire Almeida Theater was painted in a cloud of dust, and the vast universe spread out before his eyes.

Applause, applause, applause, could not be contained, could not be stopped, and even so, Aristere burst into tears, moved and reverently sent his supreme admiration, in this moment, true surrender.

This is the pinnacle! This is the performance! This is the life!

With just one melody, Lan Li has exhausted the vicissitudes of time and the ups and downs of life, and even more so the meaning of life and the weight of existence.

Aristere was so embarrassed and burst into tears, like a helpless child, but his agitated hands could not stop, but he just slapped hard, releasing his inner emotion to the fullest. At this moment, he once again found the emotion of his love for drama, and once again found the true meaning of acting, and once again found the highest level of art.

Applause, thunderous applause, reverberated vigorously inside the Almeida Theater, shaking the whole world.

No one was an exception, Mark had completely fallen apart and couldn't stop crying, but he still stood up firmly, staring intently at the tall figure on the stage, just wanting to bow and worship, but couldn't find an accurate way to express it, so he could only applaud.

This was the closing act of Act 4, and once again, the applause and whistles of the audience enveloped the entire stage, and it lasted for a long time, even more enthusiastic and turbulent than any previous scene, no one was exempt, no one could get rid of it, everyone just stood up, clapped their hands vigorously, and became a part of this torrent.

The mighty applause overshadowed the thunder and the storm, and only Lan Li's tall and majestic figure was left on the entire stage, standing at the top of the world.

Crystal tears, surging emotion, shocking surrender, and moving beauty completely destroyed all defenses and reserves.

Even Elph-Hale lowered her head in embarrassment, and endured it, and then she couldn't hold it back, and the tears just slid down. Pure artistic enjoyment, pure soul baptism, stripped of all defenses and masks, like a child, simply feeling the shock, laughing when you want to laugh, crying when you want to cry.

At this moment, Elph finally understood Lan Li, and also understood Lan Li, and the envy in her heart swelled irrepressibly, filling her entire chest full, almost breathless, but, what was even more cruel was that she couldn't express it, she could only firmly suppress it in the bottom of her heart.

Emotions have been completely disconnected, but reason still refuses to defend.

Because, tonight she represents the Hall family, not herself. This is the reserve and pride of the aristocracy. At this moment, Elph grieved like never before.

Luckily, no one noticed Elph's forbearance and repression. The whole of the Teatro Almeida fell, plunged into a magnificent and majestic applause, and the tsunami, earth-shattering roar began to shake the world, to the world of Jean-Argent, and to their real world.

The charm of London's West End blooms proudly!