Daisy Ridley looked at Lan Li Hall in front of her seriously, the mixed emotions in those eyes were so rich, so turbulent, so delicate, but so clear, presented one by one, like a rainstorm, heartily cathartic, and face to face, she accepted all the shock without reservation.

"Good sir, you are a messenger sent by God. This is Fantine's exclamation and praise.

"As long as I'm alive, Cosette won't be harmed in any way. "This is the commitment and persistence of Jean-Argent.

However, in Jean-Argent's eyes, what Fantine saw was guilt and sadness, or pain and struggle. Fantine instantly read the scars that only someone with a familiar experience could truly read, and she recognized him, the mayor who had kicked her out of the factory, the turning point that had led her to this point.

Once, she hated him, longing to gnaw his flesh and drink his blood, because she thought that he was also a member of the innumerable ruling class, stepping on the shoulders of the poor and enjoying the glory and glory, but now she felt him, and in the depths of their souls they were such a similar kind of people, and those pains and promises had reevolved in a different meaning.

She thought that he was a messenger from God, so she was willing to deliver Cosette, and now she knew that he was another version of herself, and that Cosette would not be harmed by his wing.

Daisy didn't realize it, so she slowly and slowly raised her right hand, trying to caress the face, trying to soothe the sadness and pain between the eyebrows, trying to eliminate the distance between the two people, and when she forgot herself, she just followed the instinct of acting and completely entered the world of Fantine.

She didn't know why she was doing it, and she wasn't sure if it was the right thing to do. Still, she stretched out her right hand.

Then, Fantine caught a hint of forbearance and struggle in those eyes, and a hint of relief and relief flashed between her eyebrows, as if the shackles tied to her soul had loosened slightly. Fantine knew that she had guessed correctly, they were the same kind of people, and then, the smile on her lips rose slightly.

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Sitting in the audience, Mark watched intently every move on the stage.

It's a pity that under the distance of distance, he can't clearly capture the details of those performances, and the delicate changes in his eyes and expressions completely disappear into the halo of the stage.

Despite this, Mark still captured the surging breath, Fantine stretched out his right hand, Jean-Argent lowered his eyelids and turned his head, just between advancing and retreating, but the contradictions and pain of the mood, as well as the bondage and depression of the soul, were vividly outlined, almost no extra words were needed, and the resonance between Fantine and Jean-Jean fell deeply in Mark's heart.

The mouth is full of bitterness, and there is no way to vent.

From Savoy's aggressiveness, to Jean-Argent's sincere confession, to Fantine's soul-giving, under this dark society, all justice and morality, all integrity and truth have been completely distorted, and it seems that even angels can no longer continue to soar.

That helplessness and powerlessness, that anger and sadness, were vividly exerted in the gaze of Fantine and Jean-Argent.

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Instantly, just for a moment, Fantine's right hand fell weakly, as if it could no longer hold on, and she slowly chanted, "Hold my hand, the night is cold like never before." ”

Jean-Argent stretched out his hands, but paused slightly, as if he did not dare to approach easily, his fingertips trembled slightly in the halo, but finally mustered up the courage and instantly held Fantine's right hand, "I will guard it warmly." ”

A smile was drawn at the corner of Fantine's mouth, and the haggard and embarrassed lips seemed to be unable to support it, but the brightness in the depths of her eyes was so bright and moving, "Take my child, and I will give her into your hands." ”

Jean-Jean's eyes flickered slightly, and the faint light filled his eyes, almost unbearable, but he still mustered up the courage and said firmly and strongly, "I will guard her from the storm!" The shoulders that were re-tensed, the spine that was re-straightened, and the head that was re-raised, this time not tense, but high-spirited, once again found the faith and faith to survive.

"Cosette. Marc couldn't help but spit out the name softly, swirling on the tip of his tongue, colliding between his teeth, and before he was caught off guard, tears slipped again, as he grieved Fantine's death, as he rejoiced in Jean-Argent's cheering, and because of happiness the rekindling of hope.

Fantine finally relaxed, the tension in her whole body relaxed, she slowly turned her head, looked at the endless darkness again, quietly, just like that, and hummed softly, "Jesus Christ, tell Cosette that I love her, and when I wake up, I will go to see her." ”

As he sang, the smile on the corner of his mouth rose, but he didn't have time to bloom, and it was frozen in the corner of his mouth forever.

Jean-Argent's hands tightened slightly, the green tendons on the back of his hands could catch the traces of the muscles tightening all over his body, but there was no change of expression on that face, no sadness, no pain, no mourning, just a deep, deep gaze at Fantine, as if a part of his soul had disappeared forever with Fantine's deep sleep.

Even though there are no expressions, not even superfluous movements, the vivid and intricate emotions begin to slowly spread, making people empathize.

Then, Jean-Argent gently raised his left hand and closed his eyes for Fantine, and gently raised Fantine's right hand and placed it on his chest, quietly feeling the beat of his heart. It's his promise, a promise that will never be broken.

The trembling in the careful movements revealed the pain of Jean-Argent, and when the pain reached the extreme, it began to become numb, and the emotions seemed to have calmed down, but only the conditioned reflexes of the body could not hide. The grief and despair were savored only by Jean-Argent.

There was a faint sound of sobbing in the entire Almeida theater, but it was so forbearant and suppressed, even the action of wiping away tears seemed to be cautious, that sadness, that pity, that sadness, slowly rose from the depths of the soul, wrapped around the ankles, and made people unable to break free, but could only sink slowly.

The depth of the story, the charm of the characters, and the power of the performance have reached a perfect combination at this moment, hitting the chest of every audience hard, leaving a lingering aftertaste, but before the emotions have calmed down, it has set off stormy waves because of the appearance of Sha Wei!

Savoy actually chased after him, Savoy actually chased and beat him endlessly, and Savoy actually couldn't wait to arrest Jean-Argent. How ridiculous, how ridiculous, how angry, how shameless! Fantine's body was still warm, and the smile on the corner of her mouth hadn't even had time to dissipate, but Sha Wei couldn't wait.

And what about Cosette? And what about Jean-Argent?

At this moment, the audience completely enters the story of "Les Miserables", breathing with each character, feeling their fate, the ups and downs of emotions have been completely out of control, just concerned about the situation of Jean-Argent, and the sadness has not had time to subside, because of the anger of renunciation and exploded again.

When he saw the figure of Savoy slowly emerging from the darkness on the left side of the stage, Marc almost jumped up, eager to remind Jean-Argent loudly, and eager to reprimand Savoy loudly, the helplessness and anger erupted.

On the stage, the light that hung over Jean-Argen and Fantine dimmed, and Savoy appeared in a halo of light, and the darkness surging in the middle was cathartic like a tide, just a dispatch of light and shadow clearly outlined the contrast between the position and power of the characters.

At the same time, the balance of power between the three characters skillfully completes the transformation, Fantine and Jean-Jean, Jean-Argen and Savoy, the transition between weak and strong, quietly completes the transition, and pushes the audience's emotions to the peak step by step, especially the strength and fragility of Jean-Agen in the light and shadow, which is seamlessly completed.

Like a messenger of hell, Savoy put his hands behind his back and stared coldly at Jean-Argent, as if he was standing on the high ground of law and morality, condescendingly judging the sinners in front of him.

"Jean-Argent, we finally meet again. Sha Wei swaggered across the entire stage, the spotlight moved little by little with his steps, and where he passed, the lights slowly lit up, and the whole stage slowly brightened, but the light that shrouded Sha Wei was still brighter.

It's like...... It's as if Savoy is the messenger of justice who stands in the light, and Jean-Argen is the shameless villain who hides in the dark corners. This contrast, under the raised head and the sharp sword, became more and more distinct, like a simmer, gurgling and igniting the anger of the whole theater.

"Mr. Mayor?" Shawei sneered, barely hiding the mockery between his words, "but you're about to have a new shackle." ”

Jean-Jean turned his head to look at Shawei as he was approaching, and replied in a loud voice, "Sawei, before you speak, before you drag me away as a slave...... He gently let go of Fantine's right hand and slowly placed it on the quilt, his gaze finally resting on the haggard face for a moment, then he got up sharply, turned sharply, and walked away quickly, re-separating him from Shawei.

"Listen to me. Ran Agen's spine bent in this way, and in a trance, as if he had once again become that lowly and lowly slave, his steps did not slacken at all, bursting with the vigilance of a beast, and the primitive and savage aura revealed little by little the original appearance.

Hidden under the mayor's skin, he is seeing the light of day in his most authentic form.

Now, he is Jean-Jean, but he is not the same Jean-Jean who has nothing and cares, there is a child waiting for his protection, his care!