Quiet, quiet, there was not the slightest sound in the whole of the Almeida Theater, it seemed that even the sound of breathing had completely disappeared, but hidden under this silence was the surging and exhilarating of the heart, and the intricate emotions in the depths of the eyes, like whirlpools and undercurrents beneath the water, were colliding violently.

The long performance, starting from three o'clock in the afternoon, experienced the first half of three hours, experienced a two-and-a-half-hour break, and experienced the second half of nearly three hours, like a marathon, the magnificent and vast world, slowly spread out in front of the eyes, the mighty picture scroll continued to extend, as if he had also experienced a long life.

It has witnessed the pure love of Marius and Cosette, the death of Epenny, the insatiable greed of the Denadières, the boiling blood of Anjola, the depressed end of Savoy, the sentient beings under the background of the times, and the time, life and history.

Three hours and three hours, like a century, the audience has followed Jean-Argent through his life.

Did we change the world, or did the world change us?

Six hours of footage slowly sketch the outline of a world, and then watch the whole world turn upside down, flow countless blood, and push the wheel of history one after another. The withered youth, the lost lives, the repentant souls, the pathos and hardships of fate, the torrents and turbulence of the times, rushed to the face, and all languages lost their color.

It's an ordeal, it's a test, but that's life. In the real world six hours away, it is even more cruel and more brutal. Drama is like life, life is like a play, on the stage of that mere side, but witnessing joys and sorrows, birth, old age, sickness and death, all a condensed world, but magnificent, magnificent.

And so the people fell silent, and so the people boiled.

The reason why "Les Miserables" is great and classic lies in the tragic heroic image of Jean-Argent, and even more so in the shock of the torrent of the entire era. The version of the Theatre of the Queen, stripped away from the latter and focused on the former, creating a classic repertoire that has endured, while the version of the Theatre Almeida weakens the former and strengthens the latter, truly interpreting the essence of the era and history.

It's not just a play.

Looking at the right front of the stage, the old and declining Jean-Argent is dying, lonely, and exhausted. He lay quietly in the rocking chair, his thin arms and thin cheeks, weather-beaten, and his smooth countenance, with a hint of pain and struggle, as if he were enduring endless torture, but he could not make a sound.

Irrepressibly, Mark Lacante was already in tears.

This old man, the old man who has gone through a long life, he has cared for Cosette with his wings, and has kept Fantine's promise with his whole life, he has protected Marius with his life, just to protect Cosette's love, and he has touched Savoy with his heart, proving that even those who make mistakes can truly wake up.

However, at the end of his life, he ended up alone.

Because, he chose to be honest, he frankly admitted his past and background, as well as the fact of his crime, but he was treated coldly by Marius, and even Cosette misunderstood him and left him. After many years of sacrificing himself to save others, but after all, he was just alone, and the sad Jean-Argent became depressed, and only loneliness accompanied him.

He was not even able to attend Marius and Cosette's wedding. Is this fate, or atonement?

He was once a sinner who spent his life atoning for his sins, and at the end of his life, he was still waiting for his forgiveness and forgiveness. In the torrent of the times, he was just an insignificant ant, trying to survive, forced to follow history, but when his life was dying, he lost his direction.

“…… Hear my prayers, O Lord on high, and take me away, by your grace, and let me follow, take me away, take me there, and bring me home wherever you are. Take me home. ”

The melody of "Take him home" sounded again, only this time, not to take Marius, but to Jean-Argent. Ran-Argent's pious eyes and withered countenance, breathing like a gossamer, were dying, and he sang softly. Suddenly, the tears slipped down, and Mark wiped his face in embarrassment, but the tears were still uncontrollable and slipped again.

There is no shame in this. Because, this is not a cinema, but a theater, there is no screen barrier, the stage communicates with the audience face to face, all emotions, all feelings and all energy, positive and direct detonation, shock from the soul and baptism from the soul, rushing to the face, catharsis.

Here, happiness and sorrow, joy and pain, smiles and tears, it all coexists. So, he laughed, and so, he cried. It's all perfectly normal. There is no need to be ashamed, and there is no need to feel embarrassed. Mark is not alone.

On the stage, Jean-Argent's earnest and mournful hope, his slightly trembling voice revealed a hint of forbearance, and after six hours of emotional accumulation, he slammed into his chest and released it little by little. Not only Mark, but even Aristere was full of emotion at this time.

A beam of light fell on Lan Li's body alone, enveloping the thin and withered figure, and the wide burqa was almost about to slip down, outlining the sick body under the clothes; it seemed that there was no movement, just relying on singing and expressions, but in the huge stage and the huge theater, it was accurately and profoundly conveyed to every audience.

After experiencing the amazement of the first half, in the second half, Lan Li's performance was even more free. Every time he appeared on the stage, he gave a top-notch performance, easily attracting the attention of the audience, even if John Code's version of the story weakened the role of Jean Argent, so that Lan Li was still a well-deserved absolute shining highlight of the audience!

At this time, Lan Li's face was full of vicissitudes, almost unrecognizable, the sick face of the drooping old age, even the light in his eyes had disappeared, but the emotional power between his gestures still hit the heart of every audience. The sentence "take me home" is full of tears, and the painful and tormenting gasp is heartbreaking.

At this moment, Aristere put aside all distractions for the time being, and just quietly enjoyed the performance of Lan Li, enjoying the moving moment.

A spotlight lit up on the left side of the stage, and the long-lost Fantine reappeared, in the hazy halo, Fantine in a long white dress looked beautiful, but there was no sense of reality at all. It was a hallucination of Jean-Argent, and as he was dying, he saw Fantine, who had come to pick him up, and he knew that it was time. All suffering, all suffering, all suffering, will come to an end.

The wide stage, with Fantine on the left and Jean-Argen on the right, was dark in the empty center, with only a faint halo spreading, as if the distance between heaven and mortal world. Step by step, Fantine was approaching Jean-Argent, watching the distance shorten little by little, and emotions of sadness and pain rushed in, and when he heard the whispers on Jean-Jean's lips, all the defenses completely collapsed.

Cosette. He said.

At the end of his life, Jean-Argent still remembered the only bond in the world, Cosette, but they were not around.

"Daddy, Daddy. A blazing flame burst into the darkness, stirring up all the currents, and Cosette's figure stumbled to it, and then saw Marius following in the distance.

They're coming.

It wasn't until today that Marius learned that Jean-Argen was the savior she had been looking for, and Cosette learned that she had misunderstood her father. They rushed to look for Jean-Argent as soon as possible, but saw only an old man who was dying. Frustration and remorse caused both Marius and Cosette to break down, tears streaming down their eyes.

They reverently knelt before Jean-Argent's feet, repenting of their mistakes, calling out to their father, hoping that he would be able to recover again.

However, Jean-Argent didn't care anymore, the smile on the corner of his mouth was raised gently, gently, and his right hand was raised with great difficulty, slowly resting on Marius's handsome face, "Since you are all here......"

A simple sentence, but it seemed to consume all his physical strength, gasping for breath, and urging breathlessly, "Wait by my side again." Then he lifted Marius's right hand, placed it on top of Cosette's left, and patted it gently, "I can finally die in peace, for my life has been blessed by the Lord." ”

The corners of his mouth gently raised in an arc, outlining a touch of satisfaction, but it was so weak that it seemed that it could disappear completely at any time.

Cosette grabbed Jean-Argent's palm firmly and said urgently, "You're going to live, Daddy." You will definitely survive. But her voice began to tremble slightly, revealing a hint of crying, and she reverently knelt on her knees and prayed sincerely, "It's too soon, too soon to say goodbye." ”

Cosette smiled brightly, but the tears in her eyes reflected a halo, panic and fear, apprehension and sadness, gradually overflowing, and Marius, who knelt beside her, hugged Cosette tightly and supported her body with her own shoulders, but it was not an easy task.

Jean-Argent tried to raise his left hand, but only slightly, and then put it down weakly. This movement made Cosette collapse in an instant, she grabbed Jean-Argent's left hand with both hands, and then covered her cheek, rubbing it gently, trying to retain the warmth of her palm, but Jean-Argent's palm was losing its strength, like a kite that was going away with the wind, freeing itself from its restraints.

The tighter you grip, the faster you fly.

Aristair's eyes couldn't help but light up again: wonderful, truly wonderful, not just Lan Li, but Charlotte Kennedy as Cosette, and even Joe Alwyn as Marius. In this scene, the mood between the three characters is very full and surging, and now, under their interpretation, it is fully displayed, which makes Aristere start to get excited.

Pretty. It's so beautiful.