"Do you hear people singing, do you hear the beat of drums from afar, will you join our holy war, will you be strong enough to walk with us?"

Standing at the forefront of the stage, Jean-Argent, that is, every ordinary citizen, responded to the call of Anjola and others, he raised his right hand high, he followed the song high, joined the torrent of the times, and rushed away.

All the actors gathered from all directions, walked onto the stage, held hands, and stood behind Jean-Argent, forming a semi-arc, layer after layer, layer upon layer, crowded, and the whole stage seemed to be full. These are the souls of the dead, the souls who died heroically in the Revolution, and now, Jean-Agen joins them, bathing in the light of holiness and singing to their heart's content!

However, at this moment, all the singing stopped abruptly, leaving only a buzzing sound lingering in the air, and then, that figure attracted the attention of the audience, standing in the center of the stage!

Jean-Argent took a big step forward, his body swayed slightly, as if he was carrying countless weights, and seemed to be fighting against fate, paused for a moment, and then took two big steps forward, came to the forefront of the stage, raised his right hand high and waved his arm, and then put it down, puffed up his chest, and met the brilliant and brilliant light, almost about to ride the wind.

The withered face bloomed with a moving light at this time, full of hope and full of life, touching the heart of every audience, raised high, stuck in the throat, unable to breathe, unable to speak, only to raise the chin and gaze intently at Valjean, as if witnessing the subversion of an era and the birth of a world.

Suddenly, with both hands clenched into fists, the majestic symphony was cathartic, and the voice of Jean-Agen exploded from the depths of the dantian, singing loudly and blooming wantonly, "Do you hear people singing? Do you hear the drumbeat from afar? That is the future brought by the deceased, just waiting for the dawn of tomorrow!"

Ascending, ascending again, after reaching the apex, it was raised again an octave, and all the emotions in the body were vividly vented; even the grandeur and majesty of the symphony could not restrain the soul with free wings, and only by virtue of the singing voice of one person, it controlled the momentum of the entire symphony orchestra, peak, peak.

The audience was full of enthusiasm, high emotions, hazy eyes, and unable to help themselves. The excitement that swelled in the body, the enthusiasm that flowed in the veins, the excitement that boiled in the depths of the soul, reached its climax in the impassioned and terrifying singing of Jean-Argent, and it was about to explode.

At this moment, Jean-Argent completed the transformation, the real transformation, and the era also completed the turn, in a trance, they seemed to witness the end of an era, and the beginning of an era!

In an instant, the silence, the end, the silence, the clenched right fist was clenched to the chest, and all the emotions were dragged in the palm of the hand, accompanied by the footsteps of Jean-Argent who turned around, strode back, rushed into the crowd, condensed the sight of a figure, took all the actors into the eyes, and then, the whole stage was presented in front of him.

The flag-waving Angela stood in the middle of the crowd, and then, Jean-Agen, stood side by side, the bustling crowd, holding each other's hands, striding forward with the same steps!

"Bang, bang, bang!" symphonic soundtrack, sonorous and powerful, fully exploded, flying down 3,000 feet, suspected of the Milky Way falling for nine days, the thunderous melody was like starlight, and the sky was full of light, almost blinding the eyes. Audience, boiling!

"Do you hear people singing, singing of the anger of their hearts, which belongs to those who refuse to be slaves again, when the beat of your heart resounds to the beat of the drum, and a new life is about to begin, waiting for the light of tomorrow!"

Bang bang bang, neat, momentum like a rainbow of footsteps, like a drum beat, hit in the huge symphony, step by step, step by step towards the front of the stage, the courage to move forward, moths to the fire, desperate for the powerful momentum, mighty crushing, so that everyone is excited, bow to worship!

"Are you willing to give everything to let our flag fly? Someone will live, someone will fall, are you willing to stand up and fight? The blood of the martyrs will be poured on the hot soil of France!"

Surging and surging, excited, Mark's chest was bubbling with boiling emotions, almost exploding, those tear-stained eyes flashed with excitement and excitement, his hands were clenched into fists, eager to try, ready to move, really excited, really thrilling, really resonant with the soul!

"Do you hear people singing? Do you hear the beat of drums in the distance? 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 enough to walk with us? Sometime and place, over the barricades, is there a world you desire?"

All the actors, all standing at the forefront of the stage, holding hands, shoulder to shoulder, sang wantonly and enjoyably, "Do you hear people singing? Do you hear the drumbeat from afar? That is the future brought by the deceased, just waiting for the dawn of tomorrow!"

The singing boiled in the blood of every audience member, and finally, everyone sang together, "Tomorrow's Dawn!" reached its peak, the actors raised their hands in unison, a bright and crisp drum beat fell, the lights went out, and the music stopped.

Performance, end.

"Ahh

Yes, I hear the singing, yes, I hear the drums, yes, I am willing to join the jihad, yes, I am willing to walk side by side.

"Bang Bang!" thunderous applause, almost without any time difference, exploded in an instant, exploded in an instant, and Mark stood like this, forgetting where he was, forgetting who he really was, and even forgetting his existence, just clapping wildly.

Tears flowed down his face, like a nervous disorder who had lost his mind, tears continued to fall, but the applause of his hands could not be stopped at all, he didn't care that his palms had begun to numb with pain, and he didn't care that his hands had lost their intuition. Clap, clap, or clap.

In this moment, he is a member of the jihad. He was Jean-Argent's companion, and he was also Anjola's little friend, an insignificant member of the torrent of his time. So, he followed his heart's desires and passions and joined this holy war that was destined to be no return!

Aristair was a little embarrassed, the tears in his eyes could not hold on after all, and slipped down again, he didn't even remember the last time he cried, let alone the last play that moved him. But today, he truly and earnestly felt the call of that era, and more than once, he burst into tears and was so embarrassed that he couldn't help himself.

Because of the magnificence of six hours, a vast picture was sketched, making him one of them, because of the excellence of the actors, interpreting the mystery of life changes, let him walk side by side with them, and because the sublimation of the end was interpreted in Lan Li's body, from the individual to the society, from life to death, from the individual to history, that layer of transformation is so complicated, but it is so simple, deeply imprinted in the hearts of every audience.

The heart was pounding against the chest, and the feeling of full and tight pain was really long gone.

The smile on Aristair's lips couldn't help but rise, but instead of wiping away his tears, he slowly stood up and did the simplest and most simple gesture: applause.

For the best plays, for the best actors, this is the best way to reward. God, he loves this land so much, and he loves this stage so much. The beauty of this moment is the goal and reason for his existence.

Arthur could barely breathe, and after the age of ten, he had not cried. Because in aristocratic life, tears are a sign of weakness, and at the same time they are the exposure of weakness, he must learn to hide his emotions, and even more so he must learn to control tears. It wasn't easy, but he did it, and he's a middle master.

But today, Arthur's eye sockets blurred his vision. Maybe it's because of the play itself, maybe it's because of Lanley-Hall, or maybe it's because the impassioned singing awakens a deep-seated desire in his heart – a desire for freedom, for life, for dreams.

Did you hear the beat of the drums in the distance? Yes, he did.

The feeling was so turbulent and surging, that Arthur couldn't contain it, and he stood up suddenly, and then began to applaud.

Elph didn't stand up. Not because of disdain, but because of fear, she is afraid, the moment she stands up, she will fall apart, she is afraid, the moment she applauds, the truth of her heart will be exposed.

Her eyes were warm, but she did her best to control them, her tense muscles not moving, and even the slightest movement shattered all her defenses and all her restraints. Because she is a theater lover, she knows better than anyone how good the play is and how ...... Lan Li's performance is How great.

But, she couldn't show it. Tonight, she represents the surname "Hall", and she cannot compromise or give up. So, she had to sit still, refuse to stand up, refuse to applaud, refuse to take a stand. This was the only way she could preserve her family's reputation.

Luckily, Arthur was already so absorbed in his own thoughts that he didn't notice her embarrassment and embarrassment at all. But at this moment, she was already in a crush.

Applause, thunderous applause swarmed, that amazing applause was so turbulent, so surging, that it drowned out all the sounds, could not hear the whistles, could not hear the shouts, except for the applause, or applause, this is the only reward, and the only reward!

Standing ovation, thunderous applause!