Enjola sat on Eddie's left hand, facing the audience, supporting the tabletop with his left hand, and slightly on the right side of his body, raised his gaze and looked at Marius, then lowered it, covering the surging and surging in his heart, the audience had no way to capture it, but the falling light and shadow outlined the sadness between his eyebrows. When the bright eyes were raised, the firmness and determination of the burning eyes melted the slightly blue sadness bit by bit. When the deep shouts overflowed from his mouth, the handsome face and the lines on his face became tense again, strong and powerful.

The voice was deep and soft, like the sonnets written by Shakespeare, flowing slowly, but the eyes were so bright, so persistent, so enthusiastic, "Now, it's time to define our true self! Are we fighting for justice? Or for the pleasure of the opera house?"

Enjola raised his eyes and looked forward in a distant and deep manner. The condensed gaze seemed to be able to look into the hearts of every audience, gentle and tough. With a light glance at the end of his gaze, Marius could feel the sharpness behind the persistent gaze, so that it was impossible to look directly, as if he could feel the hidden questioning. Marius involuntarily avoided his gaze, lowered his eyelids in panic, and fell into deep thought.

Society has fallen into turmoil and restlessness, the people are trapped in dire straits, and the country is facing a falling apart. The country is broken, and the mountains and rivers are broken, so why do you want to be a family? The family is gone, and the country is gone! They used to be rich children who enjoyed class treatment, but now they join forces for the country and society and join forces to join the revolution. This is not a game! The torrent of the times has rolled in!

Who are they? How should they define themselves? Where will they go? What color will their lives burst out?

Now, it’s the time to decide!

Facing Marius's hesitation and hesitation, and facing the laughter and teasing of his friends, Anzhura's heart was tormenting and burning, and his bright eyes released the enthusiasm deep in his soul bit by bit. Looking at Marius, looking at other friends, he shook his head gently. The invisible shaking revealed helplessness, disappointment, and regretful emotions, like a dragonfly sifting through the water, ripples spread continuously.

"Have you ever asked yourself what the price will be paid for this battle?" Enjola turned his head and looked at Marius deeply, but his body leaned back slightly due to disappointment, slowly closed his eyes, and then opened it again, asking without any mercy, "Is this just a game for young and rich children?"

Before starting, they should realize the significance of this battle, the price they will pay, and more importantly, they should realize their mission! If it is just a game, if it is just a fun, then before the blood is really flowing into a river, those young and rich children should choose to quit.

Marius couldn't help but look up at Enjolah, but saw the stormy waves in Enjolah's calm gaze.

Anjola glanced at Marius gently, turned his head and looked straight ahead, looking at the world in front of him seriously and deeply. One scene after another, as if you could see the devastated and smoke everywhere, as if you could see corpses everywhere, and the people were living in misery. The firm eyes were getting deeper and deeper, bursting out with magnificent power, "The color of this world is changing every day!"

With a slight pause, Enjola raised his chin and looked into the distance, "Red is the blood of people's anger! Black is the darkness of the past years!" In the melodious melody, Enjola's singing was neat and firm, as if every word burst out from blood and tears, and it was loud and loud. He turned his head and looked at Marius intently, "Red is the world that is about to break through dawn! Black is the long night that will end!"

Short and powerful, clean and neat. The whole song is like a pounding drum beat, one, another, and powerfully hitting everyone's heart. However, at the end of the last sentence, the "Long Night" drags out the ending sound, rising step by step, pushing the powerful momentum up step by step, with Enjola and Marius as the center, spreading on the entire stage, bursting out in an instant, and the sound of devouring mountains and rivers was like a tide, one wave after another.

The blood began to boil quietly.

Enjola stood up, turned his head, paused lightly on Marius for a moment, and then moved away. The regret and anger that was sore and angry that he endured under the tense muscles, was full of excitement, and turned around and prepared to leave.

Marius disagreed. He grabbed Enjola's arm, stopped him from leaving, stood up, and the two of them had their shoulders intertwined. He looked at Enjola seriously and hummed softly, "If you had seen her today, you might understand." He was full of tenderness, enough to turn steel into soft fingers. His eyes with his expression were like a lake, shimmering waves, which made his singing melodious and melodious. The long tail sound hidden the inner fatigue, "The impact that penetrated the brain made people instantly suffocate joy!"

However, Enjola didn't buy it at all. He snorted lightly, shook his head helplessly, his eyes were filled with disappointment and regret, and the corners of his mouth were outlined. The disdain and ridicule in the smile were not concealed, and there was even a condescending scrutiny.

Marius only grabbed Enjolah, who was about to turn around and leave, and approached another step closer. The powerful momentum was unstoppable, and it was vented with great power. It seemed that if Enjolah did not convince him, he would never give up. "If you were present today, you might still understand that the change in this world only requires a light!"

The passionate Marius pressed the silent Enjola step by step, and his eyes ran into Enjola's eyes motionlessly, "The former right seems to have become a mistake, and the former wrong seems to have become a right again!" Marius' passionate voice fully and abundantly presented the throbbing, cynicism, joy and touching deep in his heart. The gentleness and selflessness of falling in love are so beautiful and moving, forgetting himself, forgetting the world, and even forgetting existence.

Marius's singing gradually rose, because he was too excited, too excited, and too selfless, so that his voice began to tremble slightly, and the happiness that emerged from the corners of his mouth and eyes burst out with wonderful brilliance, "Red, I feel that my soul is burning! Black is a world without her!"

The rhythm of the entire singing segment slowed down by a quarter of a beat. Every pronunciation of Marius was so full. The powerful force of the dantian made the vocal cords start to tremble violently. The trembling sense of happiness bloomed proudly like a fireworks event, filling the entire stage with no gap left, as if even the air began to bubble sweetly.

"Red is the brilliance of desire! Black is the color of despair!" Marius's body leaned back slightly, and the condescending man became him.

Only those who have truly felt love, those who have truly received the baptism of happiness, and those who are truly in it can taste the wonderful taste, from hell to heaven, from pain to beauty, from bitterness to sweetness, just a moment of looking back will instantly become eternal.

One look, one is wrong, and the other holds hands, and the world is earth-shaking.

In every sentence, Marius has lengthened the ending sound, tangled/tangled/mian/mian; in every word, Marius is full of syllables, and the heart is trembling; in every musical note, Marius is vague in the melody, and tenderness is like water. Marius tries to make Enjola understand that pursuing happiness is the innate instinct of everyone; and love is a happy moment that can make the soul tremble. Falling in love and bathing in it, Marius's whole face is shining, enough to make every audience in the theater melt.

But Enjola's expression became heavier and heavier, his disappointed expression collided between his eyebrows, his bitter smile outlined at the edge of his lips, and the anger and generosity in his wrist stirred up in those eyes. He couldn't help but grit his teeth, turned around, and tried to give up the argument, but he failed.

His body turned around suddenly, stirring up a wave of air. Enjola walked to Marius with a big stride, frowned, "Malus, you are no longer a child. I have never questioned your sincerity, but now, we have a higher mission!"

Facing Enjola's doubts, Marius shook his head gently and tried to say something, but in those deep eyes, all words disappeared from his throat, just staring at him blankly, looking at the storm in his eyes, the collision between blood and gunfire, bursting out the despair and pain of tears, just like on the vast and desolate grassland. After the fire, no grass grows, and life disappears. The magnificent and majestic silence makes every life so small.

Enjola's eyes were filled with light, reflecting a magnificent scroll, "Who cares about your lonely soul? We have a bigger goal! Our small life is nothing at all!"

This is not a game, it is a war, the price is a war of life. Under the war of artillery fire, life is tragic, people are in vain and straits. If they want to enjoy the gracefulness of the opera house, if they want to enjoy the nourishment of love, if they want to enjoy the luxury of wealth, then they should hide at home and not stand on this blood-covered street.

Do you understand what the price this war needs to pay? This is not a game for young and rich children!

The loud singing, without any unnecessary decoration, fell down with thunder, with a surging momentum, like a mountain, like the ocean, like the earth, like a vast and vast! The magnificent historical scroll was spread out in a vast way, as if he had never seen any movement from Enjola. Marius couldn't help but take a step back half a step, with helplessness and shock, and even shame in his eyes, feeling his own insignificance, his own selfishness, and his own blindness.

But Marius is not the only one!
Chapter completed!