Not only Oda Katsuki, Kakutani Hiroki also remembered those days and remembered the girl who had settled in her memory. Perhaps it was because of her death that she gave the most beautiful time in her life a break.

At Atsuko's funeral, everyone got together for the last time, but they could no longer find those jokes and joking. The excitement and excitement of films made by a club can be promoted and raised money, leaving only the sad parting for work and going their best.

Okata looked at Atsuko and her classmates and friends who had been with her for four years in college. Perhaps only after experiencing the twists and turns and bitterness can he understand the preciousness.

Three years ago.

"Atsuko, what are you busy with?" Kakutani Hiroki looked at the girl who was in the corner of the club, trying to write something in her notebook with a pen, and seemed to have a lot of thoughts in her mind and forgot to eat.

The girl has a thin figure and short hair. She has an exquisite baby face and a pair of smart eyes. She seems to have a lot of things in her body.

She didn't react when she heard Kaoru's words. She didn't respond until Kaoru smiled bitterly and shook her palm in front of her eyes before calling her soul back.

"Kaotani, when did it come?" Atsuko looked up at Kaotani, who was as friendly as her brother and had a mature and steady work. The two met in a movie. The former liked to think about their own things, while the latter was a cheerful boy.

Kaori couldn't help but smile bitterly: "It's been here long ago. As expected, everyone went to have a meal, and you were the only one hiding here and working hard."

"I suddenly had inspiration to portray a character that I found very interesting. After writing this, I unknowingly forgot the time." Atsuko said happily with a smile.

Kakutani looked at her as a treasure and held the notebook between her hands: "Atsuko, it's very tiring to be a screenwriter, and it's really not easy to become a good screenwriter recognized by the industry. But I support you! We are partners in a movie club!"

Well! Atsuko looked at Kakutani and exhilarated: "I always believe that I and Kakutani will become very powerful screenwriters, and Kakutani you will become the most powerful photographer, Takahashi is a professional prop artist, Ota and Ayako are excellent actors!"

"That's right, I'm working hard for this day!" Kakutani pointed to the bag he carried with him, which contained the same laptop as the one in Atsuko's hand. For him, it was an extremely important camera.

Dream! Every time I talk about this hot topic, written on Kakuya and Atsuko's faces, I am excited and expectant, and full of hope for the future.

"Why? Don't you go to dinner with me?" Kakutani asked with concern when he saw that Atsuko was about to be eaten and had not left.

Atsuko shook her head gently and pointed to her notebook: "I think I feel very good at this time. I should be able to write a lot of words to make up stories, so I'd better talk about it later."

"Oh." Kakutani walked over and patted Atsuko on the shoulder: "Don't work too hard, I'll go find them first. If you want to eat, call me."

"Okay." Atsuko nodded obediently and watched Kakuya leave.

When the whole club returned to the quiet atmosphere, she continued to write down all the contents filtered in her mind on the notes. Artists need inspiration, while screenwriters also need it.

Since childhood, Atsuko has lived in a family with a low financial resources. She also has an older sister who is better than her and cheerful. She found a job as a bank employee two years ago.

Her parents hoped that she would find a job with a stable income after graduating from college, just like her sister. But she knew very well that she was not outgoing enough and could not use verbal communication to please others, so she wanted to complete her work in the last year of graduating from college.

The life she longs for is to be able to rely on the script she designed to make her whole body shine.

"Stay a little bit first, and write later." Although he knew that he had been a little off, he still hesitated and said when he saw Atsuko's thin body.

Atsuko saw a familiar face, wearing glasses, and not talking much like her.

"Atsuko, I'll bring it to you." Takahashi smiled and handed the food he had brought back from the canteen to Atsuko.

Atsuko smiled and said, "I'm sorry to you again, Takahashi."

"It's okay, I know our big screenwriter is very busy." Takahashi smiled shyly. Although the props master worked hard, he had few opportunities to perform in front of others. What he could talk to was not the enthusiastic and cheerful Katsura Oda, but the Atsuko who always wrote things in the corner.

Atsuko stretched her waist and took the meal she handed over to Takahashi: "Takahashi, I'm about to graduate. Do you think we will get together again like we are now?"

"Well, for sure! Because we are good friends." Takahashi looked at Atsuko's eyes and said with great confidence.

Last time everyone got together to drink and celebrated the hard work for more than half a year. The drama received good responses. The drunken people supported each other clearly. Everyone was talking about their ideals and favorites. The feeling was unsubstitutable no matter what.

The last month after graduation from university.

Atsuko is still writing her own script in the corner, and she is still close to the finale. She can find the relevant film crew to see who is willing to invest in this drama that she has put all her energy into.

"Atsuko, I read the script you wrote last time, it's really great!" Zhikako sat next to Atsuko. Because she was also a screenwriter, there were always endless topics between the two women.

Atsuko cast a thankful look: "Well, if there is Chikako, I will be more confident!"

"Men like Ota and Kakuya don't know how to appreciate it at all, and Ayako is still busy going to school, so I only understand you the most!" Ikeda Takako smiled.

While Atsuko and Tsukako were joking, they asked, "Tsukako, are you still writing your script?"

"I've given up a long time ago." Zhijiako shook her head and sighed helplessly: "I don't have your patience. I think the script of "Qingping Lovers" takes up all your leisure time, right?"

Atsuko nodded: "But I am very satisfied. My "Qingping Lovers" will be completed soon, and it's just the last step."

"Look for a crew that is willing to invest in filming?" Zhijiazi asked with understanding.

"Well, I heard that few film investment companies are willing to use newcomers like me."

But Zhikako smiled and said, "Did you forget that I have an uncle who is a film investor? If Atsuko, please feel free to hand over the manuscript to me and I will discuss it with my uncle. Atsuko's drama is so good, it will definitely be very popular."

"real?"

Atsuko looked at Tsukako gratefully, for the first time I felt that my dream was so close to me

Atsuko, who returned home at night, felt so excited that she was so excited that the manuscript had been taken away by Zhijiazi to show her uncle. The only thing she had to do was to wait for the good news from Zhijiazi.

"Hey, Takahashi?" Atsuko called Takahashi. After four years of college, both of them were difficult to express their worries, so after exchanging their thoughts, they would call each other if they were happy or sad.

Takahashi's voice came through the phone: "What's wrong? Atsuko?" He rarely heard Atsuko's voice so excited.

"Tikako promised me that she would help me contact the film investment company. My works are likely to become a drama and be presented on TV." Atsuko believed in Tikako because like herself, she was a screenwriter who worked hard and a friend who could say everything.

"That's great. Atsuko, your dream is about to come true. I actually knew that you were the most attentive in the club, so you will definitely succeed faster than us."

"Yeah, thank you Takahashi!"

"Thank me for what?"

"I was so happy that I couldn't find someone to listen to me say these words for a while, and you are my only listener!"

Takahashi smiled at the end of the phone, "It was once, and it was later!"

On the day before the graduation ceremony.

The moment "Takahashi Wu" answered the phone, the smile on Takahashi's original face froze. Because Atsuko was crying, she never cried. This kind of crying was almost despair, and through the sound, a picture could be generated in her mind.

"What's wrong!?" Takahashi Ryoichi felt his palms cold and his mind was a little confused. He asked tremblingly.

"Sorry, sorry"

One end of the phone kept repeating.

"Atsuko, what happened?" Takahashi gently pursed his lips and asked worriedly.

Atsuko answered him miserably: "I'm sorry, maybe my dream cannot be realized, maybe I can't do it, so that the audience can be the audience."

"Takahashi, I'm leaving because here, for me, has become a little strange and lonely."

Takahashi Ryoichi opened his eyes wide, and a busy voice came from the end of the phone.

Du, Du, Du, Du, it was like a melody that made people's mood fall into the bottom of the valley. Takahashi ran all the way toward Atsuko's house, and he told himself that he could not lose her.

Because except for friends,

She is still the woman she likes!

The university ends here, and those passionate youths change their appearance in the cold autumn.

The chaotic crowd went to the graduation ceremony and arrived at the funeral memorial site.

Oda Katsuki, with neat short hair, looked at the tombstone in horror. Hiroki Kakutani looked at the clear words "Atsuko" on the tombstone, and felt his eyes were stinging.

Ayako Suzuki cried, and the other students comforted her. Ikeda Chikako wiped the tears at the corners of her eyes with a tissue.

Ryoichi Takahashi looked at the tombstone, which looked at him, and the desperate whine sounded in his ears. Atsuko's sister and parents were in tears, and relatives and friends persuaded him not to be sad.

Everyone came to participate in this memorial service with heavy attention because she would choose to commit suicide, which no one expected.

Some people guessed that she was immersed in her works and couldn't face reality in the end, so she did so. Some people thought that her personality was too dull and she was always busy creating alone in the corner, numbing her meaning to her existence.

"Takahashi, don't care too much about Atsuko's death." Someone comforted him.

"Oh." Takahashi Ryoichi answered dullly.

That day, when he arrived, Atsuko had already passed away. As she said to herself on the phone, she left this lonely and terrifying world.

The phone call Atsuko called him was the last sentence left here, leaving it to her most precious listener.

When everyone leaves, there is no sorrow, no cry, no noisy, no noise

Ryoichi Takahashi kneels in front of the tombstone.

Quiet, depressed, collapsed.

Clenched his fists and let the dirt stick to his black suit.

"Atsuko, I love you."

Ryoichi Takahashi, who had not shed tears in the entire memorial service, looked at the girl who was still smiling in the photo, and tears kept flowing down her cheeks.

"Takahashi, you will become the best prop artist."

"I have to work harder to become a good screenwriter."

“We all have dreams”

Takahashi couldn't control the tears to slide down because he knew that at this moment, he also lost his dream.

His dream is not to become a great prop teacher.

But on the tombstone, this woman who is enough to spend the rest of her life. (To be continued. Please search for Piaotianwen, the novel is better and faster!)
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