Chapter 571
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It was a traditional English toy store. If Qin Guan was not mistaken, he could see that the store sold not only mass-market products, but also handmade products from the owner's private collection.
In front of the tall green counter, there was a red fire truck in a small space. On the side of the truck, there was a string of words written in bold yellow letters: Made in China.
This was a helpless mockery of the overall environment of toy production in the United Kingdom. Under the impact of cheap Chinese manufacturing, 60% of the products in the United Kingdom's toy stores were commissioned to be produced by Chinese manufacturers.
The carriage of the fire engine was filled with passengers. Teddy bears of different shapes and sizes were placed neatly in rows in an orderly manner.
There was a brave version in a traditional red military uniform, a funny version in a black police uniform, a detective version with a checkered bow tie and a Sherlock Holmes pipe, and a cute loli version in a pink seersucker.
"Ha ha! ‘
Qin Guan chuckled and took out a teddy bear in a Chinese cheongsam from the last row.
Its calm eyes and proud expression softened Qin Guan's heart.
Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations The old Englishman behind the platform had stopped repairing the machine. The pewter soldier with a flat base was placed steadily on the table of the operating platform.
"Behind you, there might be toys that you like. Don't just think about bringing gifts for your girlfriend. Sometimes, us men need to find some fun for ourselves, right?"
The shop owner pointed at a spot behind Qin Guan.
That was the position of the display window, with beautiful shelves that were the color of candy.
"Okay, thank you. Could you wrap this one up?" Qin Guan handed the teddy bear to the shop owner with a smile.
An old woman's hand reached out from behind the counter, took the teddy bear, and then quietly retracted it.
Is there another person behind the counter?
Taking advantage of his height, Qin Guan turned his head and saw a beautiful old woman with white hair.
In front of her was a pile of colorful cloth strips, cotton wool, and all kinds of shiny ornaments. There was also a half-finished doll beside her.
It seemed like a traditional handmade shop. The history of the shop should be as old as they were.
Qin Guan turned around and felt happy for no reason. The feeling of helping each other in times of hardship filled his heart.
The shelves across the street were filled with toys suitable for boys. There were iron trains, soldiers with guns, and mighty tanks. They were all the most primitive toys in Qin Guan's childhood memories.
Although the toys were more exquisite than the ones he had played with in his childhood, they had a sense of history that couldn't be replaced by modern toys.
"Wow! There are iron clockwork toys here!"
Qin Guan, who had found the treasure in the corner, couldn't stop looking for it.
"Iron-skinned frogs!" "It was a toy that the neighbor's older brother had given him when he was still a kid. It was a toy that could jump forward when it was wound up. It was the memory of the green-skinned frog.
"Tangram! There are tangrams in England too! "
"Do you know Ju Ping? There are also children's toys here! "
"Pencil boxes for buses and cars!"
"A full set of military models!" The soldiers were made of hard plastic. They were sitting or lying on the ground, full of his childhood memories.
The old couple behind the counter looked at each other tacitly and smiled at the boy from the bottom of their hearts.
He was still a child, so he had to be good.
Qin Guan unconsciously took out a handmade storage bag and put all the toys into it.
Then he turned around reluctantly. If he was fooled by the old couple again, he would probably empty the shop.
The transparent wrapping paper with the blue and red British flag pattern was wrapped into the world's cutest shape by the old man's dexterous hands.
Qin Guan bought the bag with a bear embroidered on it generously.
The old man smiled like a fox as Qin Guan carried the bulging bag on his shoulder.
"Thank you for your patronage. That's 250 pounds! “
Qin Guan took out the money, tears streaming down his cheeks. Only rich people can play with love.
If Father Qin and Mother Qin knew that their son had spent thousands of yuan on a few iron frogs that were worth fifty cents each, they would probably teach him a good lesson with a feather duster.
Unfortunately, Qin Guan was 22 years old and living in a city called London.
The kerosene lamps at the street corners were lit up one by one as night fell.
A shadow elongated by the light was moving further and further away in the empty sound of footsteps.
In the toy store, the boss had already confirmed that the big lock outside the door was fastened, and the back view of them holding hands as they walked away. They were in a good mood, which they hadn't seen for a long time.
Unbeknownst to him, an Easter egg wrapped in red velvet had been stuffed into the handbag on his shoulder.
This was the surprise that the two elders had prepared for this handsome young man who could bring joy to others.
Inside the soft velvet bag was a one-legged tin soldier the size of a finger and a ballerina who was wearing a white swan dress.
They were hugging each other tightly as Qin Guan walked.
Life was full of all kinds of small happiness. They were always hiding in a corner, waiting to be discovered by someone at a certain time.
Qin Guan's happiness was on a white, soft bed. The fairy called God of Sleep was dancing in an ordinary hotel room.
The gray suitcase was now bulging, and a corner of the colorful wrapping paper could be seen from the gap that had yet to be closed.
It was late at night. Sweet dreams.
The next day, Qin Guan was escorted to the set by Sister Xue in a perfunctory manner. The bald man peeked his head out and they left hand in hand happily.
Qin Guan looked at Sister Xue's back in disbelief. They had only known each other for half a day, but the atmosphere between them was different.
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