It was just a touch of goodwill. It came from trust, friendship, forgiveness. That touch of goodwill completely defeated all the defense lines of Ran Ajang, and completely defeated the vicissitudes and despair of the past nineteen years. It was like a ray of sunshine that dispelled the long and endless night, but instead made people feel panic and uneasy, longing for warmth, but afraid of being burned.

This touch of fear is even more touching than fragility. The bruises hidden behind the fear have endless stories.

Ran Ahjong stood in the center of the stage, bathed in warm lights, without any hiding. All the scars and all the darkness were exposed. The ragged protective shell, unkempt and dirty, completely defeated. The softest part in the heart was exposed, bloody and scarred.

"He told me that I also have a soul! How did he know? What touched my heart in the dark touched my heart. Is there another way to go in this world?" Behind the helpless, confused, and slightly trembling voice, the struggle and torture of Ran Ajong's heart was revealed, and he even began to doubt himself. Every questioning himself was like a whip, and he tortured the conscience of every audience.

Opening his eyes again, Ran Ahran took a deep breath, took steps again, cried bitterly, fell apart, and broke apart, but the staggering steps did not hesitate at all, stumbled, staggered, and walked towards the light on the left.

"I tried to climb out of the mud, but fell into the abyss; the dark night enveloped me again, and I stared into the void, watching the vortex of my sin!" Ran-Arian had completely collapsed, tears streaming down his face, and pain was chewing his heart and bones; but his steps became more and more firm, his movements became more and more decisive, and his eyes became clearer.

Every step seemed to be becoming clear. From toes to fingertips, from footsteps to shoulders, from body to eyes, the perseverance bursting from the inside out released a powerful and surging energy, even more dazzling than the lights. The momentum that came to the face was rising step by step. The ruthlessness and determination between gritting teeth, accompanied by the sudden pause of the footsteps on the front edge of the left side of the stage, climbed to the extreme.

"H!" Mark took a breath, widened his eyes, and looked at Ran Ajang, who was so close to him. His tall and majestic body seemed to support the whole world, like a god, bathed under the golden light. Just a moment of pause, lightning flashed, but the world changed, and then

He suddenly turned around, held his head high, and started to rush around the stage, and quickly turned into trots, and trots turned into sprints. The unstoppable steps seemed to have no intention of stopping, and burst out a kind of decisiveness and ruthlessness that he was willing to break into pieces. He broke through the stage, broke the boundaries, and vented towards the audience in a mighty way!

"Now, I want to escape from that world, that world of Jean-Argen!" After walking around half of the stage, my footsteps paused in the center of the stage, turned around, and sprinted, and then sprinted without reservation, and rushed to the front of the stage with no sign of brake. The footsteps, which showed no sign of brake, set off a powerful wave of air, and came in a vast manner.

Sweeping through the theater.

As he rushed forward, rushed forward frantically, the powerful momentum of the storm finally reached its peak at this moment, without reservation, unscrupulous, and unwillingly, venting it with all his heart and pleasure. Even if there was a deep abyss in front of him, even if there was a cliff in front of him, and even if there was a sea of ​​swords and fire at the end, the momentum of moths to the flames still did not stop at all.

At the critical moment, the fierce and bursting footsteps came to an abrupt end at the forefront of the stage. The shaking footsteps stood firmly and firmly, thrusting their chests high and thrusting their waists hard. The turbulence in the chest and the boiling blood completely broke away from the constraints, and declared their existence dignified in the storm!

The tall and towering body seemed to stand on the edge of a cliff, with the sound of wind roaring by, and the storm rushed around, but it could not shake the figure at all. In a trance, this upright body broke the limitations of the stage and the restrictions of the theater, and truly shouldered the entire world, completely defeating all the shackles, all the shackles, and all the constraints!

It is loud, sonorous, and roaring.

"Ran-Arang no longer exists! Another life will unfold from this!"

The vast singing voices rose, and then rose again. After reaching, they rushed again one octave, releasing all emotions and all feelings, deeply and deeply shocked the whole world. The light and shadow swayed, the sand and stones flew, the sky collapsed and the earth cracked, as if even that body could not stop this surging momentum, defeating the skin of "Ran-Arang" bit by bit, transforming and rebirth!

The ending suddenly, the music stopped, and the lights closed! With a "bang", all the light disappeared, leaving only a spotlight gathering on Ran Ahjong, allowing every audience to clearly see the tears flashing in their eyes, reflecting the strength, affirmation, kindness, warmth, and hope in the heart.

The vicissitudes of face had faded away the wind and frost. The resolute and tough face lines burst out with a sacred light at this moment!

Just a pause in breath, the symphony accompaniment of the live orchestra was released instantly, from zero to hundreds, and in an instant, all the vastness and surging burst out. The deafening melody was majestic and grand, like a sweeping tornado, whistling through the entire theater!

The mind is turbulent, the mind is turbulent!

Before the brain reacted, Mark stood up, madly and frantically motivated his hands, because if he didn't do this, he would explode, and all the excitement and emotion suppressed in his chest would explode; no other choice was left in emotion or reason, and the natural reaction of the body muscles made conditioned reflexes before the brain's judgment.

Stand, applaud, tears flow, roar!

"Ah!" Mark roared for nonchalantly, but even so, the blood that was turbulent and turbulent on his body still did not stop. So he began to roar again, "Ahhhh!" The applause became more and more violent, more and more intense, more and more crazy, and he could not even feel his palm, just hitting it mechanically and frenzily.

Wonderful! Superb! Wonderful! Wonderful enough to make all languages ​​and all emotions eclipse! Wonderful enough to make every soul feel the wonderfulness of smallness and humility!

This is the real performance, unreservedly release emotions, stories, lives, thoughts, and souls, which shock every audience, making people unable to react, and can only kneel on their knees piously and humbly, worship! Dedicate your surprise, give your applause, give your praise, and give your worship!

At this moment, Mark Lacante felt the power and depth of the performance like never before, like a devout worshiper, crawling on the ground in panic, his body trembled slightly, and he received baptism without any resistance, and completely surrendered! Submission!

Applause, applause, or applause!

Mark's brain completely stopped thinking and just kept applauding. He could not even feel the other 500 audiences in the Almeda Theater, only him, and himself. This was a conversation between him and Jean-Arjean, a conversation between him and "Les Miserables", a conversation between him and himself.

All the touch, all the shock, and all the respect belong to you!

But Mark is not the only one who holds the same idea in the Almeida Theater.

The audience, the audience, could not even wait for the series of spotlights, all stood up together, and the thunderous applause roared wildly inside the theater. The roof and walls of the entire theater began to be in danger. The violent applause was so strong, so raging, so crazy that the whistle and shout were completely submerged.

Only applause remains!

Aristair Smith stood up. The smile and relief above his face disappeared, with only a serious face, truly respect and praise, and clapping meticulously with a 100% serious attitude. This is the treatment Renly Hall deserves!

Absolute strength! This is the real absolute strength! Every detail is perfect from lines to singing, emotions to performance, eyes to movements, and even the use of the stage. Even Aristel cannot pick up the sting, especially the last sprint.

The powerful momentum came to an abrupt end at the edge of the stage. It was not only the control of the body's muscles, but also the understanding of the stage, the control of the performance, the control of the rhythm, everything, everything was just right, one less deficit and one more exaggeration. The free and refreshing performance really made watching the drama a pleasure.

Perfect.

This is Aristair's only evaluation. Now, he finally understood why Lanli always held the performance for the past thirty-five minutes? Lanli was cooperating with the performance status and rhythm of the actors in the drama, and even using his own performance to drive the rhythm of the entire drama, sacrificing his best effect, which was to achieve the integrity of the performance of the drama.

There is no difference in severity, no particular shortcomings, and the whole play seems balanced and appropriate, just like a simmering in a low heat, cooking a delicate and perfect finished product.

All the repression and all control are completely released in the last monologue; more importantly, all the contents of the first act are summarized, pushed to climax, refined and sublimated, and truly conveyed the artistic meaning of the play to every audience.

God, can he ask for more?

With the first act alone, the "Les Miserables" of the Almeda Theater alone is enough to be the best play in the West End of London in the past five years; but can it be further the best in the past ten and twenty years? Let's see the next five hours.

But at this moment, Aristair didn't want to think so much. He just wanted to enjoy the moment of mental excitement, which once again awakened his love and enthusiasm for drama. It's been a long time, really a long time.
Chapter completed!