Standing up, Ran Ahran did not take steps immediately, but slowly straightened his waist, raised his chest, slightly raised his jaw, and faced the milky yellow light that fell from the sky, as if embracing the cover of the holy light from God. The alternation of death and vitality immersed every cell, completing the transformation.

A soft halo fell in those deep eyes, rippling golden light all over the sky, like a quiet lake.

The noble and Holy Spirit of Fantine came to his ears, "Hold my hand, I will guide you to salvation; I love my heart, because love never stops..."

"Please remember." Ran-Argen followed the melody of the song seamlessly and completed the second half of Fantine's singing. The gradually condensed singing is the gradually condensed energy, the soul hidden under the skin, regained its vitality, and stepped forward firmly, step by step, slowly leaving Cosette and Marius behind.

"Remember those truths that have been preached to people: Only those who love can see the true face of God." Ran-Argen paused a little and looked back.

I saw Fantine bathed under the holy light, and then the light slowly went out, and Fantine disappeared; I saw Cosette and Marius who supported each other, immersed in grief and could not extricate themselves. The light fell on the shoulders of the two people for a long time, extinguishing extremely slowly, and finally, Cosette and Marius also disappeared.

On the entire stage, only Ran Ahran's lonely figure was left, standing in the center of the stage.

Turning his head, Ran Ahran looked into the distance, as if looking at the distance of the long road, and as if looking back at the past of life, the face that has been through vicissitudes is aging and sick, shriveled and withered; but the bright eyes are so shining, reflecting the golden light, sparkling, and then fainting little by little.

The frowning brows became sparse, the dry lips rose up, and even the tense body stretched out. Finally, a smile appeared at the corner of the lightly raised mouth. In a trance, you could see the wandering of comfort and enjoyment, all the suffering and all the torture were dissipating.

On the huge stage, there was only Ran Ajang, but it was completely part of Ran Ajang. He just stood quietly like this, without extra movements, no extra sings, or even no extra expressions. However, the energy bursting from the inside out, positive and bright, deeply influenced every audience.

Mark Lacante opened his mouth wide, and tears just stayed on his eyelashes. He looked at the stage intently and dazedly, staring at the figure, staring at the figure, his eyes widened, and through the hazy mist, the subtle changes between the interweaving light and shadows, the dust flying up and down faintly outlined a scent of gradually jubilant.

He was so greedy, staring at the man with greed. Every frown and smile on his face was so far away, but so close. The milky yellow light outlined every detail of his expression. He seemed to say nothing, but seemed to have said everything. The six-hour long journey was now presented in those eyes.

Unbelievably, he understood it. Although the stage was so vast and so far away, he could clearly understand the transformation of the man's soul. It was magnificent and wonderful.

Sorrow is dissipating; suffering is fading. But the spirit chooses to stop.

Then, Ran Ahn slowly closed his eyes and began to hum comfortably and happily, "Hmph...humph...humph...humph..."

This is the music that opens the entire play. At the official opening of the first act, the figure hidden behind the curtain hummed softly, "Do you hear people singing?", like a bard, wandering in the streets and alleys, walking through the world with light steps, holding a dog's tail and grass stalk, piling his hands behind his head, bathing in the bloody sun, and enjoying a moment of peace.

However, the humming at the opening was the tranquility before the storm came; and the humming at this moment was the tranquility after the storm ended.

The echo of the beginning and the end formed a wonderful and moving circle. The difference is that this time the humming brought countless memories in my mind. In the memories of the past six hours, they experienced the lives of a group of people:

The despair of Fantine's song "I Have Dreamed", the sorrow of Epany's song "Single", the heroic of "Red and Black" by Everlaine and Marius, the paranoia of "Starlight" by Javier, and... and the determination of "monopoly" by Jean-Argent. Life is like a song, and at this moment, the magnificent waves are spread out in front of you.

"Hmph, humph..." Ran Ajang's expression was so peaceful, so happy, so quiet, as if he was wandering in the blue of the Aegean Sea, bathed in the golden sunshine, and was free and wanton; the smile and joy on his face were so wonderful that it made people feel an illusion: he had never died.

Ran-Arian opened his eyes again, took a step slowly, and sang briskly, "Do you hear people singing, the dark valley, the song echoed?"

There was no accompaniment, no accompaniment, only Ran Aren's voice was singing, just like a call deep in his heart, shouting unyieldingly, with a thick and hoarse voice with a faint smile. The audience closed their eyes and could see the ballet shoes that were dancing lightly above the black and white keys of the piano. The bright red dance shoes danced the most beautiful and moving tracks in the world on the cold keys.

"This song belongs to those who are striving to climb to the light, the suffering people on the earth, the flame of hope will never be extinguished, even the darkest night will eventually go away, and the sun will eventually rise!" It is not magnificent, but it is exciting; it is not stormy, but it is thrilling, and it is unimaginable. A folk song or a cappella has such energy and charm.

The blood began to boil little by little; the emotions began to rise little by little.

But Ran-Argen stopped singing, stood at the forefront of the stage, listening quietly, as if waiting for something. Mark Lacante had an impulse, the urge to sing and the urge to echo, and joined Ran-Argen's singing, the tide of revolution, and the torrent of the times.

However, Mark was a little uncertain. He looked around and didn't know what to do. The next moment, Mark looked at the stage tightly again, fearing that he would miss the excitement in a blink of an eye. That kind of impulse rushed around in his body, but he couldn't find the outlet to vent.

From sadness to excitement, from mourning to excitement, from despair to rebirth. In just a few dozen seconds, the emotional transformation came from a lowest point to a highest point. It was so natural and harmonious that the greatness of life was fully displayed, even more magnificent than an era and a period of history.

Listen. Mark heard the sound.

"Do you hear people singing, the dark valley, and the songs echoed?" The sound came from all directions of the Almeda Theater, and Mark looked around in panic. Not only him, but even Aristel turned around and looked around, looking for the source of the sound. Such resonance was absolutely impossible to be made of sound effects.

But they got nothing. In the dark theater, there was still only the spotlight on the stage, shrouding on the figure of Jean-Argen.

The singing continued, and more and more people joined it, just as the trickle of water gradually gathered into the surging water. The gradually rising voice was hitting the chest of every audience member. After waiting for six hours of fatigue and distress, they were all swept away at this moment, and they couldn't help but become excited and excited.

"This song belongs to those who strive to climb to the light, the suffering people on the earth, the flame of hope will never be extinguished, even the darkest night will eventually go away, and the sun will eventually rise!"

The singing sounds appeared, and a faint halo lit up in four corners of the theater, outlining the outline of the walkway, and then the sounds appeared. In different corners of the theater, figures appeared one after another in sight. They were firm, tall and loud, and they gathered into a powerful force, sweeping over with Ran Ajang on the stage as the center.

"They will be free again, and in the garden of God, they will work together to lift the plowshares, they will put down their swords and guns, the shackles will be broken, and everyone will be rewarded!"

The steady and powerful singing was vast and fierce, and then the lights of the entire stage were all on. Anzhura raised the red flag in his hand high, rushed out, stood behind Ran Ahjong, and waved vigorously and excitedly; at the same time, the sonorous and powerful symphony sounded, and the accompaniment from zero to hundreds instantly burst out endless energy, igniting the boiling and excitement in the body of each audience member.

All the actors sang in unison, and all the souls shouted in unison, "Will you join our jihad? Who will be strong and walk side by side with us? Sometime, somewhere, cross the barricade, is there a world you long for?"

The powerful momentum swarmed from every corner of the world. The entire Almeida Theater was immersed in a storm. The surging and majestic mind made the whole body tremble gently, and even the soul began to crawl on the ground, trembling. Mark was like this. Even Aristair couldn't help but open his mouth, his eyes filled with hot tears, and he stared at the stage passionately.

Wonderful! Wonderful! Wonderful!

Ran Ahn, who stood at the forefront of the stage, once again became the focus of attention. He raised his right hand high, clenched his fists, and sang loudly, becoming a hospital in the torrent of the times.

"Did you hear people singing and drum beats coming from afar? That is the future brought by the dead, waiting for the dawn of tomorrow! Will you join our jihad? Will you be strong and walk side by side with us? At some time and place, cross the barricade, is there a world you long for?"

The roar sounded throughout the audience; the excitement filled the chest; the boiling blood surging!
Chapter completed!