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Daisy Ridley stared at Lanly Hall in front of her. The mixed emotions in those eyes were so rich, so turbulent, so delicate, yet so clear. Like a torrential rain, she vented heartily, but face to face, she accepted all the shock without reservation.
"Mr. Kind, you are a messenger sent by God." This is Fantine's admiration and praise.
"As long as I am still alive, Cosette will not suffer any harm." This is Jean-Agent's promise and persistence.
However, in the eyes of Jean-Ajean, what Fantine saw was guilt and sadness, pain and struggle. Fantine understood the scars instantly, and only people with familiar experiences could truly understand him. She recognized him, the mayor who drove herself out of the factory, the turning point that caused her to fall here.
Once, she hated him and wanted to gnaw his flesh and drink his blood, because she believed that he was also a member of the countless ruling class, stepping on the shoulders of the poor people, enjoying the prosperity and glory; but now, she does. Feeling him, the depths of their souls are such a similar kind of people, those pains and promises have re-evolved into different meanings.
She thought that he was a messenger sent by God, so she was willing to deliver Cosette; now, she knew that he was another self, and Cosette would not be hurt in any way under the protection of his wings.
Daisy didn’t even realize it, so she slowly and slowly raised her right hand, trying to touch the face, trying to smooth the sadness and pain between the eyebrows, trying to bridge the gap between the two people. With the distance, when she was completely forgetful, she just followed the instinct/instinct of acting and completely entered Fantine's world.
She didn't know why she did it, and she wasn't sure whether it was correct. However, she still stretched out her right hand.
Then Fantine caught a touch of forbearance and struggle in those eyes, a trace of relief and relief flashed between his eyebrows, and it seemed that the shackles bound to the soul were slightly loosened. Fantine knew that she was right, they were the same type, and then the smile on the corner of her mouth rose slightly.
...
Sitting in the auditorium, Mark stared intently at every move on the stage.
It's a pity that under the distance, he couldn't clearly capture the details of the performance. The delicate changes in his eyes and expressions completely disappeared in the halo of the stage.
Despite this, Mark still caught the surging breath, Fantine stretched out his right hand, Jean-Ajean lowered his eyelids and tilted his head, just moving in and out, but refusing the contradictions and pain in his mood. , As well as the **** and suppression of the soul, the outlines are vividly drawn, almost without extra language, the resonance between Fantine and Jean-Ajean fell deeply into Mark's heart.
Mouth full of bitterness, no way to vent.
From Javert’s aggressiveness, to Jean-Ajean’s sincere confession, to Fantine’s loss of soul, in this dark society, all justice and morality, all integrity and truth have been completely distorted, it seems that Even the angels can no longer fly.
That kind of helplessness and powerlessness, that kind of anger and sadness, came into full play in Fantine and Jean-Ajean's gaze.
...
In an instant, just an instant, Fantine's right hand fell weakly, seemingly unable to support it anymore, she sang slowly, "Hold my hand, the night is colder than ever."
Jean Arjean stretched out his hands, but paused for a moment, as if he did not dare to approach easily, his fingertips trembled slightly in the halo, but after all he mustered up his courage and instantly held Fantine's right hand. , "I will guard warmly."
Fantine's mouth was drawn with a smile, and the haggard and awkward lips seemed to be unable to support it, but the depth of the eyes was so bright and moving, "Take my child away, and I will give her to your hands. "
Jean Ajean's eyes flashed lightly, and the faint light filled his eyes, almost unbearable, but he still mustered the courage and said firmly and powerfully, "I will guard her away from the storm!" The re-tightened shoulders, the re-straightened spine, and the re-raised head were not tense this time, but high-spirited, and once again found the faith and belief in survival.
"Cosette." Mark couldn't help but spit out the name softly, spinning his tongue, bumping his teeth, and being caught off guard, the tears slipped again, because of the sadness of Fantine's death and the joy of Jean-Ajean. The cheer up is also because of the renewed hope of happiness.
Fantine finally relaxed, the tension all over his body relaxed, and slowly turned his head, looked at the endless darkness again, quietly, just watching quietly, humming softly, " **** Christ, tell Cosette that I love her, and when I wake up, I will go to see her."
As I sang, the smile on the corner of his mouth rose up, but it didn't have time to bloom, and it stayed in the corner of his mouth forever.
Jean Ajean's hands tightened slightly, and the blue veins on the back of his hands could catch the signs of tightness in his muscles, but there was no change in expression on that face, no sadness, no pain, and no mourning. , Just staring at Fantine deeply and deeply, it seems that part of the soul will disappear completely with Fantine's sleep forever.
Even without any expressions, or even unnecessary actions, the vivid and mixed emotions began to spread slowly, making people empathize.
Then, Jean Arjean gently raised his left hand and closed Fantine's eyes; gently raised Fantine's right hand and placed it on his chest, quietly feeling the beat of his heart. This is his promise, a promise he will never give up.
The trembling in the cautious movement leaked the pain of Jean Ajean. When the pain reached its extreme, he became numb. The emotions seemed to have calmed down, but only the body's conditioned reflexes could not hide it. The grief and despair can only be savored by Jean Ajean alone.
There was a faint sound of sobbing in the entire Almeida Theater, but it was so forbearing and depressed, and even the action of wiping tears seemed cautious, the sadness, the pity, the sadness, slowly from the depths of the soul Slowly rising, wrapped around the ankle, making people unable to break free, and can only sink slowly.
The depth of the story, the charm of the characters, and the power of the performance have reached a perfect combination at this moment, hitting the chest of every audience hard, leaving a lingering rhyme, but it hasn’t waited until the emotions calm down, but it’s because of the sand. The appearance of Wei set off a stormy sea!
Javert came after him, Javert went after him, and Javert could not wait to arrest Jean Ajean. How ridiculous, how ridiculous, how angry, how shameless! Fantine's body was even warm, and the smile on the corners of his mouth had not even had time to dissipate, but Javert could not wait.
What about Cosette? What about Jean Ajean?
At this moment, the audience thoroughly enters the story of "The Miserable World", breathing with each character, feeling their destiny, the ups and downs of emotions have completely lost control, and they are just paying attention. Before Jean-Ajean’s grief had time to calm down, it exploded again because of the anger of Lili.
When he saw Javert's figure slowly appearing from the dimness on the left side of the stage, Mark almost jumped up all over his body, wishing to remind Jean-Ajean loudly, and wishing to reprimand Javert loudly, that helplessness And anger, gushing out.
On the stage, the light enveloped Jean-Ajean and Fantine dimmed, and Javert made his grand debut in a halo, the darkness surging down like a tide, just a light and shadow. The scheduling of the characters clearly outlines the contrast between the role's position and power.
At the same time, the balance of power between the three roles has been skillfully completed. Fantine and Jean-Ajean, Jean-Ajean and Javert, the transition between the weak and the strong, quietly completed the transition, and gradually advanced. The mood of the audience is pushed to the peak step by step, especially Jean-Ajean's strength and fragility in the light and shadow, and the seamless connection is completed.
Javert was like a messenger from hell, with his hands behind his back, staring coldly at Jean Agen, as if standing on the commanding heights of law and morality, condescendingly judging the sinner in front of him.
"Jan-Ajean, we finally meet again." Javert swaggered across the stage, the spotlight moved little by little with his footsteps, wherever he passed, the lights came on slowly, and the whole stage slowly The ground brightened, but the light that enveloped Javert was still brighter.
It's like... It's like Javert is the messenger of justice standing in the light; and Jean-Agen is the shameless villain hiding in the dark corner. In this contrast, under the high raised head of Javert and the extremely sharp saber, it became more vivid, like a gentle fire~www.novelhall.com~ Grumblingly lit the anger in the entire theater.
"Mr. Mayor?" Javert sneered, and the sarcasm between the words was barely concealed. "However, you will soon have a new shackle (title)."
Jean-Ajean turned his head, staring at Javert, who was pressing forward, and replied in a loud voice, "Javert, before you speak, before you drag me away as a slave..." He gently let go of Fang. Ting's right hand was slowly placed on the quilt, and finally his gaze stayed on the haggard face for a while, then he got up, turned around, and walked away quickly, pulling the distance between him and Javert again. .
"Please listen to me." Jean-Ajean's spine bends like this, in a trance, as if he has once again become the humble and humble slave, but his footsteps are not slack at all, and he burst out with a beastly vigilance. The original and savage breath revealed its original appearance little by little.
Hidden under the mayor’s skin, he is seeing the light again, the real one.
Now, he is Jean Ajean, but he is not the Jean Ajean who has nothing and no worries. There is a child waiting for his protection and care! He regained his faith and conviction!
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Daisy Ridley stared at Lanly Hall in front of her. The mixed emotions in those eyes were so rich, so turbulent, so delicate, yet so clear. Like a torrential rain, she vented heartily, but face to face, she accepted all the shock without reservation.
"Mr. Kind, you are a messenger sent by God." This is Fantine's admiration and praise.
"As long as I am still alive, Cosette will not suffer any harm." This is Jean-Agent's promise and persistence.
However, in the eyes of Jean-Ajean, what Fantine saw was guilt and sadness, pain and struggle. Fantine understood the scars instantly, and only people with familiar experiences could truly understand him. She recognized him, the mayor who drove herself out of the factory, the turning point that caused her to fall here.
Once, she hated him and wanted to gnaw his flesh and drink his blood, because she believed that he was also a member of the countless ruling class, stepping on the shoulders of the poor people, enjoying the prosperity and glory; but now, she does. Feeling him, the depths of their souls are such a similar kind of people, those pains and promises have re-evolved into different meanings.
She thought that he was a messenger sent by God, so she was willing to deliver Cosette; now, she knew that he was another self, and Cosette would not be hurt in any way under the protection of his wings.
Daisy didn’t even realize it, so she slowly and slowly raised her right hand, trying to touch the face, trying to smooth the sadness and pain between the eyebrows, trying to bridge the gap between the two people. With the distance, when she was completely forgetful, she just followed the instinct/instinct of acting and completely entered Fantine's world.
She didn't know why she did it, and she wasn't sure whether it was correct. However, she still stretched out her right hand.
Then Fantine caught a touch of forbearance and struggle in those eyes, a trace of relief and relief flashed between his eyebrows, and it seemed that the shackles bound to the soul were slightly loosened. Fantine knew that she was right, they were the same type, and then the smile on the corner of her mouth rose slightly.
...
Sitting in the auditorium, Mark stared intently at every move on the stage.
It's a pity that under the distance, he couldn't clearly capture the details of the performance. The delicate changes in his eyes and expressions completely disappeared in the halo of the stage.
Despite this, Mark still caught the surging breath, Fantine stretched out his right hand, Jean-Ajean lowered his eyelids and tilted his head, just moving in and out, but refusing the contradictions and pain in his mood. , As well as the **** and suppression of the soul, the outlines are vividly drawn, almost without extra language, the resonance between Fantine and Jean-Ajean fell deeply into Mark's heart.
Mouth full of bitterness, no way to vent.
From Javert’s aggressiveness, to Jean-Ajean’s sincere confession, to Fantine’s loss of soul, in this dark society, all justice and morality, all integrity and truth have been completely distorted, it seems that Even the angels can no longer fly.
That kind of helplessness and powerlessness, that kind of anger and sadness, came into full play in Fantine and Jean-Ajean's gaze.
...
In an instant, just an instant, Fantine's right hand fell weakly, seemingly unable to support it anymore, she sang slowly, "Hold my hand, the night is colder than ever."
Jean Arjean stretched out his hands, but paused for a moment, as if he did not dare to approach easily, his fingertips trembled slightly in the halo, but after all he mustered up his courage and instantly held Fantine's right hand. , "I will guard warmly."
Fantine's mouth was drawn with a smile, and the haggard and awkward lips seemed to be unable to support it, but the depth of the eyes was so bright and moving, "Take my child away, and I will give her to your hands. "
Jean Ajean's eyes flashed lightly, and the faint light filled his eyes, almost unbearable, but he still mustered the courage and said firmly and powerfully, "I will guard her away from the storm!" The re-tightened shoulders, the re-straightened spine, and the re-raised head were not tense this time, but high-spirited, and once again found the faith and belief in survival.
"Cosette." Mark couldn't help but spit out the name softly, spinning his tongue, bumping his teeth, and being caught off guard, the tears slipped again, because of the sadness of Fantine's death and the joy of Jean-Ajean. The cheer up is also because of the renewed hope of happiness.
Fantine finally relaxed, the tension all over his body relaxed, and slowly turned his head, looked at the endless darkness again, quietly, just watching quietly, humming softly, " **** Christ, tell Cosette that I love her, and when I wake up, I will go to see her."
As I sang, the smile on the corner of his mouth rose up, but it didn't have time to bloom, and it stayed in the corner of his mouth forever.
Jean Ajean's hands tightened slightly, and the blue veins on the back of his hands could catch the signs of tightness in his muscles, but there was no change in expression on that face, no sadness, no pain, and no mourning. , Just staring at Fantine deeply and deeply, it seems that part of the soul will disappear completely with Fantine's sleep forever.
Even without any expressions, or even unnecessary actions, the vivid and mixed emotions began to spread slowly, making people empathize.
Then, Jean Arjean gently raised his left hand and closed Fantine's eyes; gently raised Fantine's right hand and placed it on his chest, quietly feeling the beat of his heart. This is his promise, a promise he will never give up.
The trembling in the cautious movement leaked the pain of Jean Ajean. When the pain reached its extreme, he became numb. The emotions seemed to have calmed down, but only the body's conditioned reflexes could not hide it. The grief and despair can only be savored by Jean Ajean alone.
There was a faint sound of sobbing in the entire Almeida Theater, but it was so forbearing and depressed, and even the action of wiping tears seemed cautious, the sadness, the pity, the sadness, slowly from the depths of the soul Slowly rising, wrapped around the ankle, making people unable to break free, and can only sink slowly.
The depth of the story, the charm of the characters, and the power of the performance have reached a perfect combination at this moment, hitting the chest of every audience hard, leaving a lingering rhyme, but it hasn’t waited until the emotions calm down, but it’s because of the sand. The appearance of Wei set off a stormy sea!
Javert came after him, Javert went after him, and Javert could not wait to arrest Jean Ajean. How ridiculous, how ridiculous, how angry, how shameless! Fantine's body was even warm, and the smile on the corners of his mouth had not even had time to dissipate, but Javert could not wait.
What about Cosette? What about Jean Ajean?
At this moment, the audience thoroughly enters the story of "The Miserable World", breathing with each character, feeling their destiny, the ups and downs of emotions have completely lost control, and they are just paying attention. Before Jean-Ajean’s grief had time to calm down, it exploded again because of the anger of Lili.
When he saw Javert's figure slowly appearing from the dimness on the left side of the stage, Mark almost jumped up all over his body, wishing to remind Jean-Ajean loudly, and wishing to reprimand Javert loudly, that helplessness And anger, gushing out.
On the stage, the light enveloped Jean-Ajean and Fantine dimmed, and Javert made his grand debut in a halo, the darkness surging down like a tide, just a light and shadow. The scheduling of the characters clearly outlines the contrast between the role's position and power.
At the same time, the balance of power between the three roles has been skillfully completed. Fantine and Jean-Ajean, Jean-Ajean and Javert, the transition between the weak and the strong, quietly completed the transition, and gradually advanced. The mood of the audience is pushed to the peak step by step, especially Jean-Ajean's strength and fragility in the light and shadow, and the seamless connection is completed.
Javert was like a messenger from hell, with his hands behind his back, staring coldly at Jean Agen, as if standing on the commanding heights of law and morality, condescendingly judging the sinner in front of him.
"Jan-Ajean, we finally meet again." Javert swaggered across the stage, the spotlight moved little by little with his footsteps, wherever he passed, the lights came on slowly, and the whole stage slowly The ground brightened, but the light that enveloped Javert was still brighter.
It's like... It's like Javert is the messenger of justice standing in the light; and Jean-Agen is the shameless villain hiding in the dark corner. In this contrast, under the high raised head of Javert and the extremely sharp saber, it became more vivid, like a gentle fire~www.novelhall.com~ Grumblingly lit the anger in the entire theater.
"Mr. Mayor?" Javert sneered, and the sarcasm between the words was barely concealed. "However, you will soon have a new shackle (title)."
Jean-Ajean turned his head, staring at Javert, who was pressing forward, and replied in a loud voice, "Javert, before you speak, before you drag me away as a slave..." He gently let go of Fang. Ting's right hand was slowly placed on the quilt, and finally his gaze stayed on the haggard face for a while, then he got up, turned around, and walked away quickly, pulling the distance between him and Javert again. .
"Please listen to me." Jean-Ajean's spine bends like this, in a trance, as if he has once again become the humble and humble slave, but his footsteps are not slack at all, and he burst out with a beastly vigilance. The original and savage breath revealed its original appearance little by little.
Hidden under the mayor’s skin, he is seeing the light again, the real one.
Now, he is Jean Ajean, but he is not the Jean Ajean who has nothing and no worries. There is a child waiting for his protection and care! He regained his faith and conviction!
Daisy Ridley stared at Lanly Hall in front of her. The mixed emotions in those eyes were so rich, so turbulent, so delicate, yet so clear. Like a torrential rain, she vented heartily, but face to face, she accepted all the shock without reservation."Mr. Kind, you are a messenger sent by God." This is Fantine's admiration and praise."As long as I am still alive, Cosette will not suffer any harm." This is Jean-Agent's promise and persistence.However, in the eyes of Jean-Ajean, what Fantine saw was guilt and sadness, pain and struggle. Fantine understood the scars instantly, and only people with familiar experiences could truly understand him. She recognized him, the mayor who drove herself out of the factory, the turning point that caused her to fall here.Once, she hated him and wanted to gnaw his flesh and drink his blood, because she believed that he was also a member of the countless ruling class, stepping on the shoulders of the poor people, enjoying the prosperity and glory; but now, she does. Feeling him, the depths of their souls are such a similar kind of people, those pains and promises have re-evolved into different meanings.She thought that he was a messenger sent by God, so she was willing to deliver Cosette; now, she knew that he was another self, and Cosette would not be hurt in any way under the protection of his wings.Daisy didn't even realize it, so she slowly and slowly raised her right hand, trying to touch the face, trying to smooth the sadness and pain between the eyebrows, trying to bridge the gap between the two people. With the distance, when she was completely forgetful, she just followed the instinct/instinct of acting and completely entered Fantine's world.She didn't know why she did it, and she wasn't sure whether it was correct. However, she still stretched out her right hand.Then Fantine caught a touch of forbearance and struggle in those eyes, a trace of relief and relief flashed between his eyebrows, and it seemed that the shackles bound to the soul were slightly loosened. Fantine knew that she was right, they were the same type, and then the smile on the corner of her mouth rose slightly....Sitting in the auditorium, Mark stared intently at every move on the stage.It's a pity that under the distance, he couldn't clearly capture the details of the performance. The delicate changes in his eyes and expressions completely disappeared in the halo of the stage.Despite this, Mark still caught the surging breath, Fantine stretched out his right hand, Jean-Ajean lowered his eyelids and tilted his head, just moving in and out, but refusing the contradictions and pain in his mood. , As well as the **** and suppression of the soul, the outlines are vividly drawn, almost without extra language, the resonance between Fantine and Jean-Ajean fell deeply into Mark's heart.Mouth full of bitterness, no way to vent.From Javert's aggressiveness, to Jean-Ajean's sincere confession, to Fantine's loss of soul, in this dark society, all justice and morality, all integrity and truth have been completely distorted, it seems that Even the angels can no longer fly.That kind of helplessness and powerlessness, that kind of anger and sadness, came into full play in Fantine and Jean-Ajean's gaze....In an instant, just an instant, Fantine's right hand fell weakly, seemingly unable to support it anymore, she sang slowly, "Hold my hand, the night is colder than ever."Jean Arjean stretched out his hands, but paused for a moment, as if he did not dare to approach easily, his fingertips trembled slightly in the halo, but after all he mustered up his courage and instantly held Fantine's right hand. , "I will guard warmly."Fantine's mouth was drawn with a smile, and the haggard and awkward lips seemed to be unable to support it, but the depth of the eyes was so bright and moving, "Take my child away, and I will give her to your hands. "Jean Ajean's eyes flashed lightly, and the faint light filled his eyes, almost unbearable, but he still mustered the courage and said firmly and powerfully, "I will guard her away from the storm!" The re-tightened shoulders, the re-straightened spine, and the re-raised head were not tense this time, but high-spirited, and once again found the faith and belief in survival."Cosette." Mark couldn't help but spit out the name softly, spinning his tongue, bumping his teeth, and being caught off guard, the tears slipped again, because of the sadness of Fantine's death and the joy of Jean-Ajean. The cheer up is also because of the renewed hope of happiness.Fantine finally relaxed, the tension all over his body relaxed, and slowly turned his head, looked at the endless darkness again, quietly, just watching quietly, humming softly, " **** Christ, tell Cosette that I love her, and when I wake up, I will go to see her."As I sang, the smile on the corner of his mouth rose up, but it didn't have time to bloom, and it stayed in the corner of his mouth forever.Jean Ajean's hands tightened slightly, and the blue veins on the back of his hands could catch the signs of tightness in his muscles, but there was no change in expression on that face, no sadness, no pain, and no mourning. , Just staring at Fantine deeply and deeply, it seems that part of the soul will disappear completely with Fantine's sleep forever.Even without any expressions, or even unnecessary actions, the vivid and mixed emotions began to spread slowly, making people empathize.Then, Jean Arjean gently raised his left hand and closed Fantine's eyes; gently raised Fantine's right hand and placed it on his chest, quietly feeling the beat of his heart. This is his promise, a promise he will never give up.The trembling in the cautious movement leaked the pain of Jean Ajean. When the pain reached its extreme, he became numb. The emotions seemed to have calmed down, but only the body's conditioned reflexes could not hide it. The grief and despair can only be savored by Jean Ajean alone.There was a faint sound of sobbing in the entire Almeida Theater, but it was so forbearing and depressed, and even the action of wiping tears seemed cautious, the sadness, the pity, the sadness, slowly from the depths of the soul Slowly rising, wrapped around the ankle, making people unable to break free, and can only sink slowly.The depth of the story, the charm of the characters, and the power of the performance have reached a perfect combination at this moment, hitting the chest of every audience hard, leaving a lingering rhyme, but it hasn't waited until the emotions calm down, but it's because of the sand. The appearance of Wei set off a stormy sea!Javert came after him, Javert went after him, and Javert could not wait to arrest Jean Ajean. How ridiculous, how ridiculous, how angry, how shameless! Fantine's body was even warm, and the smile on the corners of his mouth had not even had time to dissipate, but Javert could not wait.What about Cosette? What about Jean Ajean?At this moment, the audience thoroughly enters the story of "The Miserable World", breathing with each character, feeling their destiny, the ups and downs of emotions have completely lost control, and they are just paying attention. Before Jean-Ajean's grief had time to calm down, it exploded again because of the anger of Lili.When he saw Javert's figure slowly appearing from the dimness on the left side of the stage, Mark almost jumped up all over his body, wishing to remind Jean-Ajean loudly, and wishing to reprimand Javert loudly, that helplessness And anger, gushing out.On the stage, the light enveloped Jean-Ajean and Fantine dimmed, and Javert made his grand debut in a halo, the darkness surging down like a tide, just a light and shadow. The scheduling of the characters clearly outlines the contrast between the role's position and power.At the same time, the balance of power between the three roles has been skillfully completed. Fantine and Jean-Ajean, Jean-Ajean and Javert, the transition between the weak and the strong, quietly completed the transition, and gradually advanced. The mood of the audience is pushed to the peak step by step, especially Jean-Ajean's strength and fragility in the light and shadow, and the seamless connection is completed.Javert was like a messenger from hell, with his hands behind his back, staring coldly at Jean Agen, as if standing on the commanding heights of law and morality, condescendingly judging the sinner in front of him."Jan-Ajean, we finally meet again." Javert swaggered across the stage, the spotlight moved little by little with his footsteps, wherever he passed, the lights came on slowly, and the whole stage slowly The ground brightened, but the light that enveloped Javert was still brighter.It's like... It's like Javert is the messenger of justice standing in the light; and Jean-Agen is the shameless villain hiding in the dark corner. In this contrast, under the high raised head of Javert and the extremely sharp saber, it became more vivid, like a gentle fire~www.novelhall.com~ Grumblingly lit the anger in the entire theater."Mr. Mayor?" Javert sneered, and the sarcasm between the words was barely concealed. "However, you will soon have a new shackle title."Jean-Ajean turned his head, staring at Javert, who was pressing forward, and replied in a loud voice, "Javert, before you speak, before you drag me away as a slave..." He gently let go of Fang. Ting's right hand was slowly placed on the quilt, and finally his gaze stayed on the haggard face for a while, then he got up, turned around, and walked away quickly, pulling the distance between him and Javert again. ."Please listen to me." Jean-Ajean's spine bends like this, in a trance, as if he has once again become the humble and humble slave, but his footsteps are not slack at all, and he burst out with a beastly vigilance. The original and savage breath revealed its original appearance little by little.Hidden under the mayor's skin, he is seeing the light again, the real one.Now, he is Jean Ajean, but he is not the Jean Ajean who has nothing and no worries. There is a child waiting for his protection and care! He regained his faith and conviction!
