Is it love? who can tell

Sammy 2022-04-23 07:05:04


This is the story of two lonely souls colliding.

12-year-old Reggie was born into a wealthy family. He was gifted and intelligent, and chose to bury himself in the sea of ​​books, stay away from mundane joys, and do what he thinks is right.

The heroine Eleanor can't keep up with her boyfriend. She just broke up with her boyfriend, and she can't understand it from her family. When she is depressed, she accidentally gets a short-term babysitter job. The object of her care is Lightning Strike.

When the two met for the first time and sat in the empty classroom, Eleanor listened quietly to Reggie playing the cello, her eyes wet. Since then, they have gotten to know each other more and more, and found that in addition to music being their common language, they also encourage and support each other in their daily life.

Remember when Eleanor came home to visit her seriously ill father, and when the mess at home made her unbearable, Reggie suggested: Would a hotel make you feel more comfortable? Eleanor answered yes, but I couldn't afford the hotel. cost. Reggie asked again firmly: Would staying in a hotel make you feel more comfortable?

If yes, then go, I will pay for it!

12 years old, full marks for flirting skills!

On the day of farewell, Eleanor gave him a light kiss, patted his head and said, "be a good boy".

"It's really hard to believe that I've only been with you for a few months, and it feels like I've known you for a lifetime."

—— "Sunny, Like Rain"

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Like Sunday, Like Rain quotes

  • Reggie: I guess right around 4 I figured out I was sort of a math prodigy, solving pretty intricate math problems.

    Eleanor: Like What.

    Reggie: Multiplying 7 to 10 digit numbers in my head. I could give you the cube root of pretty much any number.

    Eleanor: Like Rainman.

    Reggie: No, he was an autistic savant. As you can tell, I'm alert, extroverted, affable and articulate...

    Eleanor: Of course.

    Reggie: ...and not to mention devilishly handsome.

    Eleanor: Not to mention.

  • Eleanor: What was the name of that piece you wrote for the recital?

    Reggie: Like Sunday, Like Rain.

    Eleanor: So beautiful.

    Reggie: I'll write a part for the cornet.