The second act began.

There was no sound in the entire Almeida Theater, from the actors to the audience, from the stage to the theater, everything fit together perfectly, completely entangled with Fantine's fate, merged with the torrent of the times, and followed the ups and downs of fate with every breath.

I am sad because of the prejudice of society against Fantine, angry because of the men's trampling on Fantine, and even more indignant because of the arrogance of those who claim to be righteous but have become the minions of the powerful.

It's not just a song "I Had a Dream", the audience also saw the darkness and corruption of society, the oppression and suffering of the times, and the fate and struggle of the little people.

After becoming a new man, Jean-Argent, who owned his own factory and became the mayor, inadvertently caused the tragic fate of Fantine, regretting his mistakes, and then discovering that under Savoy's aggressiveness, an innocent person was mistaken for his former self - the fugitive himself, whose silence could escape Savoy's pursuit, but would lead to the tragic fate of another innocent person.

After experiencing inner torment and torture, the song "Who Am I (ho-Am-I)" reveals the change in Jean-Argent's thinking, and the phrase "Who am I" beats Jean-Jean's heart once, again, and even more so on the hearts of the audience.

Looking at Jean-Argent standing at the front of the stage, Marc Lacante couldn't help but fall silent, seeing the tragic fate of Fantine, seeing the step-by-step forcing of Savoy, seeing the greed and viciousness of the Denardières and his wife, and seeing the insensitivity and darkness of society.

"Who am I?"

"Who am I?"

Under the dim light, Jean-Argent's tearful eyes, from panic and hasty flight, to resolute and resolute, radiant, clear and translucent soul cleared the layers of fog and became brighter little by little, in that heavy self-questioning, so that every audience became firm, impassioned, blood-boiling emotions hit the chest fiercely, faintly painful.

"I am!Ran-Argent!Who am I?24061!"

The sound of piercing the clouds and cracking stones was sonorous and powerful, like a hammer, striking Mark's chest deadly, and he saw it, he saw the noble and resolute soul, the scarred but open-minded soul, the soul that broke through the layers of fog and firmly grasped a ray of sunshine.

Caught off guard, tears blurred my vision again!

What is justice, what is justice, what is faith, everything is filled in those deep and bright eyes, until this moment, the grandeur and majesty of "Les Miserables" gradually revealed its original true face, and the vast picture of the times made everyone can't help but look up.

Soul baptism, until today, Mark really understands what is called soul baptism, only by witnessing it with his own eyes, only by feeling it at such a close distance, can he truly experience the powerful shock, penetrating the layers of defense, fiercely and brutally colliding with the soul, like a meteor shower, so that the brain completely stops turning.

Resisting the urge to bow and worship, to clapp, to scream, Mark grabbed the armrests of his chair with both hands, staring intently at the stage, his eyes widening for fear of missing a detail, greedily blending into it and becoming truly part of the Almeida Theater.

Fate has once again come to a crossroads.

Jean-Argent, who confessed his true identity, Shavie, who pursued him and tried to arrest the fugitive again, and Fantine, whose soul was about to disappear.

The fate of Jean-Argent, the fate of Savoy, and the fate of Fantine have been entangled together since then, and they can no longer be separated.

On the right side of the stage, on a hospital bed, Fantine lay quietly, dying of tuberculosis, a faint and thin moonlight projected down, outlining the embarrassed and haggard face, even if it was too far away from the stage to see it really, but the gradually extinguishing breath of life made people feel the sadness of running out of oil and lamp.

She slowly opened her eyes, searching around unfocused, the mournful melody flowing softly, "Cosette, it's getting colder, Cosette, it's time to go to bed, you've been playing all day, and it's getting dark." ”

The graceful singing was tinkling, and Fantine tried to support her body, but her body was so weak that she couldn't use any strength, so she could only lean on the side of the bed weakly, her eyes looking into the distance with longing, and then, the smile on the corner of her mouth rose little by little, blooming with a brilliant light.

"Come to me, Cosette, the sun is fading, and you hear the winter wind weeping. With that gentle voice, as if young Cosette was right in front of her, Fantine couldn't help but raise her right hand, carefully closing her fingertips in the void, but only grabbing a ball of air.

On the left side of the stage, the figure of Jean-Argent appeared slowly, but the footsteps were so heavy, staggering, slowly, slowly approaching the weak Fantine, his eyes were full of pity, and chagrin and remorse surged again.

Fantine didn't notice the uninvited guest in the ward, she stretched out her right hand and called urgently, as if in the darkness, Cosette was hugging her knees and trembling, "There's endless darkness there, and it's approaching quickly without warning, but I'll take care of you, sing lullabies for you, and wake up early in the morning." ”

Seeing that Fantine began to struggle, the whole person leaned out, trying to grab the ethereal figure, and the upper body was almost about to fall, but Jean-Argent finally couldn't hold back any longer, walked forward quickly, sat down on the edge of the bed, gently hugged Fantine's shoulders, and gently comforted Fantine.

"Oh, dear Fantine, we're running out of time. Jean-Argen said urgently and anxiously, he knew that Savoy was chasing him, he could appear at any time, he had to speed up, but the eager voice revealed a trace of unbearability in his heart, so that he tilted his head slightly, hiding all his emotions in the shadows, "But Fantine, I swear with my life......"

Before she could finish her words, Fantine interrupted the other party in a hurry - she didn't even know who the other party was, "But sir, the children are still playing......"

The excited and anxious words made her cough violently, and Jean-Argent turned her head and her voice softened, "Dear Fantine, Cosette is coming. The corners of his mouth outlined a smile, fragility and sadness were hidden in the depths of his eyes, the smile was heartbreaking, but his voice was full of infinite tenderness, "Dear Fantine, she will come to you." ”

Fantine's gaze still couldn't be taken away, just looking at the endless darkness, and staring reluctantly, as if Cosette was really there, "Come on, Cosette, my child, where have you been?"

The blank voice makes people feel sad for a while, and the urgent words make people's hearts twist like knives.

Struggling, Fantine sat up, as if the last trace of strength in her body had burst out, her eyes looked around helplessly, and her whole body began to tremble slightly, as if Cosette, who was still there just now, suddenly disappeared, and that panic and fear were swallowed up in an instant, like drowning, making people breathless.

Jean-Jean gently took Fantine into his arms, and gently patted Fantine's shoulder with his left hand, and the voice whispered softly in Fantine's ear, lowering his voice and lowering the volume, like a bubbling warm current, "Don't worry." The body shook slowly, as if caring for a baby in swaddling clothes, "Rest in peace." ”

The last strength was gone, and Fantine's whole body was exhausted and relaxed, and she involuntarily rubbed her head gently against Jean-Argent's shoulder, greedy for that trace of warmth, even if it was from a stranger, in this cold world, it was also nostalgic.

Fantine closed her eyes slightly, her eyelids began to tremble violently, and hot tears slowly slipped down like this.

Jean-Argent didn't hurry, just shook gently, slowly, as if the cradle was soothing the baby, and slowly put Fantine back on the bed.

The coldness after leaving her embrace brought Fantine to her senses again, and she tried to say something, but her voice choked in her throat, and she only muttered intermittently, "My Cosette......"

"I'll take care of it. A shallow smile appeared on the corners of Jean-Argent's mouth, his gaze fell motionlessly on Fantine's face, those deep eyes hid all emotions, and his shoulders tensed little by little, as if he was carrying the weight of a world.

Fantine looked at Jean-Argent in front of her in a daze, the confusion of death, her vision began to blur, she could only see the sincerity and firmness in those eyes, her lips began to tremble slightly, and she said with difficulty, "Take her away." ”

Jean-Argent nodded softly, "Your child will have no worries about food and clothing." ”

Tears slid down from the corners of her eyes, and Fantine nodded slightly, "Mr. Good, you are a messenger sent by God. ”

Jean-Argent shook his head, his inner torment tugging, all the pain and sorrow condensed on his stiff spine, and he just sang loudly, "As long as I live, Cosette will not be harmed in any way." ”

At this moment, at this delicate moment, time seemed to stand still—

The guilt and sadness in Jean-Argent's eyes slowly seeped through the face, and Fantine seemed to sense the sadness in those eyes, and gently raised her right hand, trying to smooth the scars between her eyebrows.

At this moment, Marc truly understood the intersection between Jean-Argent and Fantine, not just guilt and sympathy, but also the sympathy of sympathy, they saw themselves in each other, their suffering selves, their struggling and struggling to survive under the tide of society.

They are actually the same kind of people.