Only this smile is the innocent you understand first

Roy 2022-01-29 08:10:17

This movie is not "literary" at all, not at all.
Because I watched this movie with severe lack of sleep for several days, I was already sleepy enough to keep my eyes open, but this movie didn't get any sleep, so I didn't leave the plot at all, and stayed motionless until I watched it. Finish.
He looked indifferent, but he was actually a little babble, he said to her "you have talent, you should cultivate it well; if you don't show your talent well, it is a crime, promise me you will continue to play" , It's actually annoying, isn't it? It's like I don't care about you, and the words I say are indeed as straightforward as a critical friend. He was so silent and quiet. When she was sad and crying, he just stayed by his side quietly, didn't do anything, didn't say anything, just watched her cry indifferently, not like that at all. A 12 year old child. However, in this situation, silence is better than sound, silence is better than all words.
The indifferent child prodigy in people's eyes fell into inextricable feelings unknowingly, and the appearance of Eleanor gradually entered the heart from passers-by. She was his "babysitter", he went from resisting to enjoying her "care", she took him to the subway, took him to eat in delicious ordinary restaurants, she made up for every part of his life that was missing, she brought him It made him feel a "travel on earth".

But isn't every girl going through a period that Eleanor was in? There was no place to "go back", and in order to escape from the abyss and not get stuck in the quagmire, she struggled to get rid of everything, even to throw everything away and start over. No matter how you dump it, she is like a plasticine-like unsatisfactory boyfriend, a chaotic family, and parents who can't take care of their own lives.
But Eleanor is still a good girl. Even if she is facing the embarrassment of sleeping on the street, she is still worried about her sister. She repeatedly told her not to let her work in the bar. ” and stayed at the house of a female friend.
I like all the movies that you can unconsciously substitute for the protagonist when you watch it. Almost every girl has experienced scumbags, but there are not many lucky ones like Eleanor. How many people can meet in the vast sea of ​​people in life, where is the person who can see your soul at a glance.

He's a vegetarian, I knew he was in love with Eleanor from the time he made him a vegetarian curry, and on the last morning, he got up early, pushed her door open, served her coffee, as he should have Eleanor, the "nanny" who takes care of himself, makes a hearty breakfast. He asked her if she had to go? Her heart had actually melted at this point. This is an unspeakable emotion, which cannot be spoken, cannot be confided, because by comparison, everything in the world has lost its color. She was in the car on the way home, opening the garlic bread and vegetables he had made for her. . . .
If this is not a love that
is as pure as a spring,
"It's hard to believe it's olny been a couple of month. I feel like I've konwn you a life"
He finally cried like a child, even "love "Such words can't be said easily, but they are more profound than the word "love".
No matter how unbearable I am in the eyes of others, only you can see my soul at a glance.
Everything is so right, I just hate meeting too early.

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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.