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"Do you hear people singing? Do you hear drums coming from afar? Will you join our jihad? Will you walk with us strong?"
Standing at the forefront of the stage, Jean Ajean, every ordinary citizen, responded to the calls of Enjolras and others. He raised his right hand high, he followed the singing high, and joined this. Amid the torrent of the era, galloping away.
All the actors gathered from all directions and walked onto the stage, holding hands, standing behind Jean Ajean, forming a semi-arc shape, one layer, one layer, another layer, layer upon layer, a sea of people, the whole stage seems The stands are full. These are the souls who have passed away, the souls who devoted themselves bravely in the revolution/fate, now, Jean-Ajean has joined them, bathed in the holy light, singing as much as they want!
But, at this moment, all the singing came to an abrupt end, leaving only a buzzing sound lingering in the air, and then that figure attracted the attention of the audience, the figure standing in the center of the stage!
Jean Ajean took a big step forward, swayed a little, seemed to be carrying countless weights, and seemed to be fighting against fate. He paused for a moment, and then took two big steps forward. At the forefront of the stage, he raised his right hand high and waved his arm, then put it down, straightened his chest, and faced the brilliant and brilliant light, almost about to ride the wind.
The haggard face burst into a moving light at this time, full of hope, and full of vitality. It affects the heart of every audience, rising high and high, stuck in the throat, unable to breathe. , Can't make a sound, can only raise his chin and stare at Jean-Ajean intently, as if witnessing the subversion of an era and the birth of a world with his own eyes.
Suddenly, with both hands clenched into fists, the majestic symphony vented down, and Jean Ajean’s voice burst from the depths of the pubic field, singing loudly, and blooming wantonly, "Do you hear people singing? Do you hear from afar? Drumbeat? That is the future brought by the deceased, just waiting for the dawn of tomorrow!"
Ascend, ascend again, after reaching the apex, once again ascend by an octave, vent all the emotions in the body heartily; even the magnificence and majestic symphony cannot restrain the soul with the wings of freedom. With just one person's singing, he drove the momentum of the entire symphony orchestra, peak, peak again.
The audience was full of enthusiasm, high spirits, hazy tears, and unable to control themselves. The excitement surging in the body, the enthusiasm flowing in the blood vessels, the excitement boiling in the depths of the soul, in the impassioned and terrifying singing of Jean-Agen, reached the culmination and was about to burst frequently.
At this moment, Jean Ajean has completed the transformation, the real transformation; and the era, has also completed a turn around, in a trance, they seem to have witnessed the end of an era and the beginning of an era!
Suddenly, the sound was closed, the end, silence, the clenched right fist was slammed into the chest, all emotions were dragged in the palm of the palm, followed by the footsteps of Jean Ajean turning around, strode He rushed back step by step, rushed into the crowd, condensed the line of sight on a figure, and gathered all the actors in the eyes, and then the entire stage was presented in front of his eyes.
Enjolras, waving a flag, stood in the middle of the crowd, and then Jean-Ajean joined him and stood shoulder to shoulder. The bustling crowd took each other’s hands one after another, took the same steps, strode forward and strode forward. !
"Bang! Boom!" The symphonic soundtrack was sonorous and powerful, bursting across the board, flying down three thousand feet, and it was suspected that the Milky Way fell for nine days. The thunderous melody was like stars overflowing, and the sky was full of light, almost blinding the eyes. . The audience, boiling!
"Do you hear people singing? Singing with the anger in your heart, this song belongs to those who refuse to be slaves anymore; when the rhythm of your heart stirs the echo of the drums, a new life is about to begin, just waiting for the dawn of tomorrow!"
Bang, bang, bang, uniform, vigorous footsteps, like drumbeats, struck amidst the mighty symphony, step by step toward the front of the stage, that courageous forward, moths fighting fire, and desperate power The momentum is crushed violently, making everyone excited and worshipping!
"Are you willing to give everything to let our flag fly? Some will live, some will fall, are you willing to stand up and fight hard? The blood of the martyrs will be poured on the hot soil of France!"
Surging, turbulent, and agitated, Mark’s chest was filled with gurgling emotions, almost about to explode, his eyes filled with tears flashed with excitement and excitement, his hands clenched into fists, eager to try and move around. It's really exciting, truly thrilling, and truly resonates with the soul!
"Do you hear people singing? Do you hear drums coming from afar? That is the future brought by the dead, waiting for the dawn of tomorrow! Will you join our jihad? Will you walk with us strong? Sometime Somewhere, over the barricade, is there a world you desire?"
All the actors, all standing at the forefront of the stage, hand in hand, shoulder to shoulder, sing wantonly and enjoyment, "Do you hear people singing? Do you hear the drums coming from afar? That is the future brought by the dead, just waiting Tomorrow's dawn!" The singing gradually rose, resounded through the sky, and swelled the sky, the cry of rising peaks, "Ah!"
The singing is boiling in the blood of every audience. Finally, everyone sings together, "Tomorrow!" At the peak, the actors raised their hands together, a bright and crisp drum fell, the lights went out, and the whole audience music Stop.
The show is over.
"Ah!" Mark couldn't hold it anymore, and couldn't stand it anymore. The whole person jumped up high, the shouting stuck in his throat, but he began to applaud with enthusiasm, and clapped forgivingly:
Yes, I heard the singing; Yes, I heard the drumbeat; Yes, I am willing to join the jihad; Yes, I am willing to walk side by side.
"Papa!" With thunderous applause, there was almost no time difference. It broke out in an instant, burst in an instant. Mark stood like this, forgetting where he was, who he was, and even his existence. Just clapping frantically.
He burst into tears, like an irrational neuropathy. The tears continued to fall, but the applause of his hands could not stop at all. He didn't care that his palms were already painful and began to numb, and he didn't care that his hands had lost their intuition. . Applause, applaud, or applause.
At this moment, he is a member of the Jihad. He is a fellow of Jean-Ajean, he is also a small partner of Enjolras, he is an insignificant member of the torrent of that era. Therefore, he complied with the desire and passion in his heart and joined the holy war that was destined to be irresistible!
Aristel was a little embarrassed. After all, the tears in his eyes couldn't hold on, and he slid down again. He didn't even remember the last time he shed tears, let alone what the drama that moved him last time. But today, he truly and sincerely felt the call of that era, more than once, bursting into tears, and embarrassed to himself.
Because of the magnificence of six hours, he outlined a vast picture and made him one of them; because of the outstanding performance of the actor, he explained the profound meaning of life changes, allowing him to walk side by side with them; and because of the sublimation of the finishing touch. Lan Li's body has been interpreted, from individual to society, from life to death, from individual to history, that level of transformation is so complicated, yet so simple, that is deeply imprinted in the hearts of every audience.
The heart was hitting his chest fiercely, and the full and tight pain was really long gone.
The smile on the corner of Alistair's mouth could not help but rose, but did not wipe his tears, but slowly stood up and did the simplest and most unsophisticated action: applause.
For the top performances, for the top actors, this is the best way to reward. God, he loves this land so much, and he loves this stage so much. The beauty at this moment is his goal and reason for survival.
Arthur almost couldn't breathe. After ten years old, he didn't cry anymore. Because in aristocratic life, tears are a sign of weakness; at the same time, it is an exposure of weakness. He must learn to hide his emotions, and even more must learn to control tears. It's not easy, but he did it, and he is still a master.
But today, Arthur's eyes were blurred. Maybe it's because of the play itself, maybe it's because of Lanly Hall, or maybe it's because the impassioned singing awakened his deep desire-the desire for freedom, life, and dreams.
Did you hear the drumbeat coming from afar? Yes, he heard it.
The feeling was so turbulent and surging that Arthur couldn't restrain it. He stood up suddenly, and then began to applaud.
Elf did not stand up. Not because of disdain, but because of fear, she was in fear, the moment she stood up ~www.novelhall.com~ would fall apart; she was in fear, the moment she applauded, the truth in her heart would be exposed.
The eye sockets were warm, but she tried her best to control her tight muscles motionless, even with the slightest movement, all her defenses and all the restraints would be torn apart. Because she is a theater lover, she knows better than anyone how outstanding this play is and how...how great is Renly's performance.
However, she could not show it. Tonight, she represents the surname "Hall", and she cannot compromise or give up. Therefore, she must sit still, refuse to stand, refuse to applaud, refuse to express her position. This is the only way she can maintain her family's reputation.
Fortunately, Arthur was already immersed in his thoughts and did not notice her embarrassment and embarrassment at all. But at this moment, she was already defeated.
Applause, thunderous applause swarmed, that amazing applause was so turbulent, so surging, that it drowned out all the sounds, no whistles, no shouts, except for applause, applause, this is the only award , And the only reward!
The audience stood up and applauded; the audience, thunderous applause!
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"Do you hear people singing? Do you hear drums coming from afar? Will you join our jihad? Will you walk with us strong?"
Standing at the forefront of the stage, Jean Ajean, every ordinary citizen, responded to the calls of Enjolras and others. He raised his right hand high, he followed the singing high, and joined this. Amid the torrent of the era, galloping away.
All the actors gathered from all directions and walked onto the stage, holding hands, standing behind Jean Ajean, forming a semi-arc shape, one layer, one layer, another layer, layer upon layer, a sea of people, the whole stage seems The stands are full. These are the souls who have passed away, the souls who devoted themselves bravely in the revolution/fate, now, Jean-Ajean has joined them, bathed in the holy light, singing as much as they want!
But, at this moment, all the singing came to an abrupt end, leaving only a buzzing sound lingering in the air, and then that figure attracted the attention of the audience, the figure standing in the center of the stage!
Jean Ajean took a big step forward, swayed a little, seemed to be carrying countless weights, and seemed to be fighting against fate. He paused for a moment, and then took two big steps forward. At the forefront of the stage, he raised his right hand high and waved his arm, then put it down, straightened his chest, and faced the brilliant and brilliant light, almost about to ride the wind.
The haggard face burst into a moving light at this time, full of hope, and full of vitality. It affects the heart of every audience, rising high and high, stuck in the throat, unable to breathe. , Can't make a sound, can only raise his chin and stare at Jean-Ajean intently, as if witnessing the subversion of an era and the birth of a world with his own eyes.
Suddenly, with both hands clenched into fists, the majestic symphony vented down, and Jean Ajean’s voice burst from the depths of the pubic field, singing loudly, and blooming wantonly, "Do you hear people singing? Do you hear from afar? Drumbeat? That is the future brought by the deceased, just waiting for the dawn of tomorrow!"
Ascend, ascend again, after reaching the apex, once again ascend by an octave, vent all the emotions in the body heartily; even the magnificence and majestic symphony cannot restrain the soul with the wings of freedom. With just one person's singing, he drove the momentum of the entire symphony orchestra, peak, peak again.
The audience was full of enthusiasm, high spirits, hazy tears, and unable to control themselves. The excitement surging in the body, the enthusiasm flowing in the blood vessels, the excitement boiling in the depths of the soul, in the impassioned and terrifying singing of Jean-Agen, reached the culmination and was about to burst frequently.
At this moment, Jean Ajean has completed the transformation, the real transformation; and the era, has also completed a turn around, in a trance, they seem to have witnessed the end of an era and the beginning of an era!
Suddenly, the sound was closed, the end, silence, the clenched right fist was slammed into the chest, all emotions were dragged in the palm of the palm, followed by the footsteps of Jean Ajean turning around, strode He rushed back step by step, rushed into the crowd, condensed the line of sight on a figure, and gathered all the actors in the eyes, and then the entire stage was presented in front of his eyes.
Enjolras, waving a flag, stood in the middle of the crowd, and then Jean-Ajean joined him and stood shoulder to shoulder. The bustling crowd took each other’s hands one after another, took the same steps, strode forward and strode forward. !
"Bang! Boom!" The symphonic soundtrack was sonorous and powerful, bursting across the board, flying down three thousand feet, and it was suspected that the Milky Way fell for nine days. The thunderous melody was like stars overflowing, and the sky was full of light, almost blinding the eyes. . The audience, boiling!
"Do you hear people singing? Singing with the anger in your heart, this song belongs to those who refuse to be slaves anymore; when the rhythm of your heart stirs the echo of the drums, a new life is about to begin, just waiting for the dawn of tomorrow!"
Bang, bang, bang, uniform, vigorous footsteps, like drumbeats, struck amidst the mighty symphony, step by step toward the front of the stage, that courageous forward, moths fighting fire, and desperate power The momentum is crushed violently, making everyone excited and worshipping!
"Are you willing to give everything to let our flag fly? Some will live, some will fall, are you willing to stand up and fight hard? The blood of the martyrs will be poured on the hot soil of France!"
Surging, turbulent, and agitated, Mark’s chest was filled with gurgling emotions, almost about to explode, his eyes filled with tears flashed with excitement and excitement, his hands clenched into fists, eager to try and move around. It's really exciting, truly thrilling, and truly resonates with the soul!
"Do you hear people singing? Do you hear drums coming from afar? That is the future brought by the dead, waiting for the dawn of tomorrow! Will you join our jihad? Will you walk with us strong? Sometime Somewhere, over the barricade, is there a world you desire?"
All the actors, all standing at the forefront of the stage, hand in hand, shoulder to shoulder, sing wantonly and enjoyment, "Do you hear people singing? Do you hear the drums coming from afar? That is the future brought by the dead, just waiting Tomorrow's dawn!" The singing gradually rose, resounded through the sky, and swelled the sky, the cry of rising peaks, "Ah!"
The singing is boiling in the blood of every audience. Finally, everyone sings together, "Tomorrow!" At the peak, the actors raised their hands together, a bright and crisp drum fell, the lights went out, and the whole audience music Stop.
The show is over.
"Ah!" Mark couldn't hold it anymore, and couldn't stand it anymore. The whole person jumped up high, the shouting stuck in his throat, but he began to applaud with enthusiasm, and clapped forgivingly:
Yes, I heard the singing; Yes, I heard the drumbeat; Yes, I am willing to join the jihad; Yes, I am willing to walk side by side.
"Papa!" With thunderous applause, there was almost no time difference. It broke out in an instant, burst in an instant. Mark stood like this, forgetting where he was, who he was, and even his existence. Just clapping frantically.
He burst into tears, like an irrational neuropathy. The tears continued to fall, but the applause of his hands could not stop at all. He didn't care that his palms were already painful and began to numb, and he didn't care that his hands had lost their intuition. . Applause, applaud, or applause.
At this moment, he is a member of the Jihad. He is a fellow of Jean-Ajean, he is also a small partner of Enjolras, he is an insignificant member of the torrent of that era. Therefore, he complied with the desire and passion in his heart and joined the holy war that was destined to be irresistible!
Aristel was a little embarrassed. After all, the tears in his eyes couldn't hold on, and he slid down again. He didn't even remember the last time he shed tears, let alone what the drama that moved him last time. But today, he truly and sincerely felt the call of that era, more than once, bursting into tears, and embarrassed to himself.
Because of the magnificence of six hours, he outlined a vast picture and made him one of them; because of the outstanding performance of the actor, he explained the profound meaning of life changes, allowing him to walk side by side with them; and because of the sublimation of the finishing touch. Lan Li's body has been interpreted, from individual to society, from life to death, from individual to history, that level of transformation is so complicated, yet so simple, that is deeply imprinted in the hearts of every audience.
The heart was hitting his chest fiercely, and the full and tight pain was really long gone.
The smile on the corner of Alistair's mouth could not help but rose, but did not wipe his tears, but slowly stood up and did the simplest and most unsophisticated action: applause.
For the top performances, for the top actors, this is the best way to reward. God, he loves this land so much, and he loves this stage so much. The beauty at this moment is his goal and reason for survival.
Arthur almost couldn't breathe. After ten years old, he didn't cry anymore. Because in aristocratic life, tears are a sign of weakness; at the same time, it is an exposure of weakness. He must learn to hide his emotions, and even more must learn to control tears. It's not easy, but he did it, and he is still a master.
But today, Arthur's eyes were blurred. Maybe it's because of the play itself, maybe it's because of Lanly Hall, or maybe it's because the impassioned singing awakened his deep desire-the desire for freedom, life, and dreams.
Did you hear the drumbeat coming from afar? Yes, he heard it.
The feeling was so turbulent and surging that Arthur couldn't restrain it. He stood up suddenly, and then began to applaud.
Elf did not stand up. Not because of disdain, but because of fear, she was in fear, the moment she stood up ~www.novelhall.com~ would fall apart; she was in fear, the moment she applauded, the truth in her heart would be exposed.
The eye sockets were warm, but she tried her best to control her tight muscles motionless, even with the slightest movement, all her defenses and all the restraints would be torn apart. Because she is a theater lover, she knows better than anyone how outstanding this play is and how...how great is Renly's performance.
However, she could not show it. Tonight, she represents the surname "Hall", and she cannot compromise or give up. Therefore, she must sit still, refuse to stand, refuse to applaud, refuse to express her position. This is the only way she can maintain her family's reputation.
Fortunately, Arthur was already immersed in his thoughts and did not notice her embarrassment and embarrassment at all. But at this moment, she was already defeated.
Applause, thunderous applause swarmed, that amazing applause was so turbulent, so surging, that it drowned out all the sounds, no whistles, no shouts, except for applause, applause, this is the only award , And the only reward!
The audience stood up and applauded; the audience, thunderous applause!
"Do you hear people singing? Do you hear drums coming from afar? Will you join our jihad? Will you walk with us strong?"Standing at the forefront of the stage, Jean Ajean, every ordinary citizen, responded to the calls of Enjolras and others. He raised his right hand high, he followed the singing high, and joined this. Amid the torrent of the era, galloping away.All the actors gathered from all directions and walked onto the stage, holding hands, standing behind Jean Ajean, forming a semi-arc shape, one layer, one layer, another layer, layer upon layer, a sea of people, the whole stage seems The stands are full. These are the souls who have passed away, the souls who devoted themselves bravely in the revolution/fate, now, Jean-Ajean has joined them, bathed in the holy light, singing as much as they want!But, at this moment, all the singing came to an abrupt end, leaving only a buzzing sound lingering in the air, and then that figure attracted the attention of the audience, the figure standing in the center of the stage!Jean Ajean took a big step forward, swayed a little, seemed to be carrying countless weights, and seemed to be fighting against fate. He paused for a moment, and then took two big steps forward. At the forefront of the stage, he raised his right hand high and waved his arm, then put it down, straightened his chest, and faced the brilliant and brilliant light, almost about to ride the wind.The haggard face burst into a moving light at this time, full of hope, and full of vitality. It affects the heart of every audience, rising high and high, stuck in the throat, unable to breathe. , Can't make a sound, can only raise his chin and stare at Jean-Ajean intently, as if witnessing the subversion of an era and the birth of a world with his own eyes.Suddenly, with both hands clenched into fists, the majestic symphony vented down, and Jean Ajean's voice burst from the depths of the pubic field, singing loudly, and blooming wantonly, "Do you hear people singing? Do you hear from afar? Drumbeat? That is the future brought by the deceased, just waiting for the dawn of tomorrow!"Ascend, ascend again, after reaching the apex, once again ascend by an octave, vent all the emotions in the body heartily; even the magnificence and majestic symphony cannot restrain the soul with the wings of freedom. With just one person's singing, he drove the momentum of the entire symphony orchestra, peak, peak again.The audience was full of enthusiasm, high spirits, hazy tears, and unable to control themselves. The excitement surging in the body, the enthusiasm flowing in the blood vessels, the excitement boiling in the depths of the soul, in the impassioned and terrifying singing of Jean-Agen, reached the culmination and was about to burst frequently.At this moment, Jean Ajean has completed the transformation, the real transformation; and the era, has also completed a turn around, in a trance, they seem to have witnessed the end of an era and the beginning of an era!Suddenly, the sound was closed, the end, silence, the clenched right fist was slammed into the chest, all emotions were dragged in the palm of the palm, followed by the footsteps of Jean Ajean turning around, strode He rushed back step by step, rushed into the crowd, condensed the line of sight on a figure, and gathered all the actors in the eyes, and then the entire stage was presented in front of his eyes.Enjolras, waving a flag, stood in the middle of the crowd, and then Jean-Ajean joined him and stood shoulder to shoulder. The bustling crowd took each other's hands one after another, took the same steps, strode forward and strode forward. !"Bang! Boom!" The symphonic soundtrack was sonorous and powerful, bursting across the board, flying down three thousand feet, and it was suspected that the Milky Way fell for nine days. The thunderous melody was like stars overflowing, and the sky was full of light, almost blinding the eyes. . The audience, boiling!"Do you hear people singing? Singing with the anger in your heart, this song belongs to those who refuse to be slaves anymore; when the rhythm of your heart stirs the echo of the drums, a new life is about to begin, just waiting for the dawn of tomorrow!"Bang, bang, bang, uniform, vigorous footsteps, like drumbeats, struck amidst the mighty symphony, step by step toward the front of the stage, that courageous forward, moths fighting fire, and desperate power The momentum is crushed violently, making everyone excited and worshipping!"Are you willing to give everything to let our flag fly? Some will live, some will fall, are you willing to stand up and fight hard? The blood of the martyrs will be poured on the hot soil of France!"Surging, turbulent, and agitated, Mark's chest was filled with gurgling emotions, almost about to explode, his eyes filled with tears flashed with excitement and excitement, his hands clenched into fists, eager to try and move around. It's really exciting, truly thrilling, and truly resonates with the soul!"Do you hear people singing? Do you hear drums coming from afar? That is the future brought by the dead, waiting for the dawn of tomorrow! Will you join our jihad? Will you walk with us strong? Sometime Somewhere, over the barricade, is there a world you desire?"All the actors, all standing at the forefront of the stage, hand in hand, shoulder to shoulder, sing wantonly and enjoyment, "Do you hear people singing? Do you hear the drums coming from afar? That is the future brought by the dead, just waiting Tomorrow's dawn!" The singing gradually rose, resounded through the sky, and swelled the sky, the cry of rising peaks, "Ah!"The singing is boiling in the blood of every audience. Finally, everyone sings together, "Tomorrow!" At the peak, the actors raised their hands together, a bright and crisp drum fell, the lights went out, and the whole audience music Stop.The show is over."Ah!" Mark couldn't hold it anymore, and couldn't stand it anymore. The whole person jumped up high, the shouting stuck in his throat, but he began to applaud with enthusiasm, and clapped forgivingly:Yes, I heard the singing; Yes, I heard the drumbeat; Yes, I am willing to join the jihad; Yes, I am willing to walk side by side."Papa!" With thunderous applause, there was almost no time difference. It broke out in an instant, burst in an instant. Mark stood like this, forgetting where he was, who he was, and even his existence. Just clapping frantically.He burst into tears, like an irrational neuropathy. The tears continued to fall, but the applause of his hands could not stop at all. He didn't care that his palms were already painful and began to numb, and he didn't care that his hands had lost their intuition. . Applause, applaud, or applause.At this moment, he is a member of the Jihad. He is a fellow of Jean-Ajean, he is also a small partner of Enjolras, he is an insignificant member of the torrent of that era. Therefore, he complied with the desire and passion in his heart and joined the holy war that was destined to be irresistible!Aristel was a little embarrassed. After all, the tears in his eyes couldn't hold on, and he slid down again. He didn't even remember the last time he shed tears, let alone what the drama that moved him last time. But today, he truly and sincerely felt the call of that era, more than once, bursting into tears, and embarrassed to himself.Because of the magnificence of six hours, he outlined a vast picture and made him one of them; because of the outstanding performance of the actor, he explained the profound meaning of life changes, allowing him to walk side by side with them; and because of the sublimation of the finishing touch. Lan Li's body has been interpreted, from individual to society, from life to death, from individual to history, that level of transformation is so complicated, yet so simple, that is deeply imprinted in the hearts of every audience.The heart was hitting his chest fiercely, and the full and tight pain was really long gone.The smile on the corner of Alistair's mouth could not help but rose, but did not wipe his tears, but slowly stood up and did the simplest and most unsophisticated action: applause.For the top performances, for the top actors, this is the best way to reward. God, he loves this land so much, and he loves this stage so much. The beauty at this moment is his goal and reason for survival.Arthur almost couldn't breathe. After ten years old, he didn't cry anymore. Because in aristocratic life, tears are a sign of weakness; at the same time, it is an exposure of weakness. He must learn to hide his emotions, and even more must learn to control tears. It's not easy, but he did it, and he is still a master.But today, Arthur's eyes were blurred. Maybe it's because of the play itself, maybe it's because of Lanly Hall, or maybe it's because the impassioned singing awakened his deep desire-the desire for freedom, life, and dreams.Did you hear the drumbeat coming from afar? Yes, he heard it.The feeling was so turbulent and surging that Arthur couldn't restrain it. He stood up suddenly, and then began to applaud.Elf did not stand up. Not because of disdain, but because of fear, she was in fear, the moment she stood up ~www.novelhall.com~ would fall apart; she was in fear, the moment she applauded, the truth in her heart would be exposed.The eye sockets were warm, but she tried her best to control her tight muscles motionless, even with the slightest movement, all her defenses and all the restraints would be torn apart. Because she is a theater lover, she knows better than anyone how outstanding this play is and how...how great is Renly's performance.However, she could not show it. Tonight, she represents the surname "Hall", and she cannot compromise or give up. Therefore, she must sit still, refuse to stand, refuse to applaud, refuse to express her position. This is the only way she can maintain her family's reputation.Fortunately, Arthur was already immersed in his thoughts and did not notice her embarrassment and embarrassment at all. But at this moment, she was already defeated.Applause, thunderous applause swarmed, that amazing applause was so turbulent, so surging, that it drowned out all the sounds, no whistles, no shouts, except for applause, applause, this is the only award , And the only reward!The audience stood up and applauded; the audience, thunderous applause!
