This is a very traditional British toy store, if Qin Guan was right outside the window just now, in addition to selling large-scale goods from the factory store, it also retails handmade products from the owner's private collection. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

In front of the high green counter, in the small empty space, there is a red fire truck, and on the top of the body, a string of letters are written in naughty and cute yellow bold characters: madeinchina.

This is a kind of helpless ridicule of the general environment of British toy production, under the impact of cheap Chinese manufacturing, 60% of the goods in British toy stores are entrusted to Chinese manufacturers to make agents.

In the carriage of the fire truck, at this time, it was quite naughty and full of passengers, and teddy bears of different shapes and sizes were neatly placed and sat in an orderly row.

There's a heroic version in a traditional red military uniform, a comical version in a black police uniform, a detective version with a plaid bow tie and a Sherlock Holmes pipe, and a loli version with the softest pink seersucker.

'Huh.'

Qin Guan chuckled, and suddenly took out a little bear wearing a small Chinese-style cheongsam with a serious face from the seat in the last row.

Looking at this calm little eyes, and the arrogant expression, Qin Guan, who was looking at it, instantly softened his eyes.

The British uncle behind the high platform had stopped repairing his hands at this time, and the tin soldier with the round base in his hand had been placed firmly on the table of the operating table.

"There may be toys behind you that you like, don't just think about bringing gifts to your girlfriend, sometimes we men have to have some fun for ourselves, right?"

The shopkeeper with round eyes with gold wire edges pointed his finger in the direction behind Qin Guan.

It was the location of the shop window, with beautiful shelves as colorful as candy.

"Okay, thanks, but can you wrap this one up first?" Qin Guan handed over the teddy with a smile on the corner of his mouth.

An old woman's hand leaned out from behind the counter, took the bear, and then silently retracted it.

Uh, there's another guy behind the counter?

Qin Guan took advantage of his height, turned his head to the side, and saw the very beautiful old woman with white hair who was close to the back of the counter.

In front of her was a pile of colorful strips of cloth, cotton wool, and all kinds of shiny shreds, and a half-finished doll lay out at her hand.

It seems that this is a very traditional handmade mom-and-pop shop, and the history of this shop should be as old as their age.

Qin Guan, who turned his head, was inexplicably happy, and an emotion called Xiang Yi Mo filled his heart.

The shelves on the opposite side are indeed full of toys suitable for boys, whether it is a small iron train, a soldier carrying a gun, or a mighty tank, they are the most primitive memories in Qin Guan's mind when he was a child.

Although these toys are much more elaborate than the ones I played with when I was a child, this sense of history is irreplaceable by all modern toys.

"Hey, there's a clockwork tin toy too!"

Qin Guan, who found the treasure in the small corner, couldn't stop.

"Tin Frog!" This is the toy that the neighbor's eldest brother eliminated when Qin Guan was still snotty, and the memory of the green-skinned frog that could jump forward after winding up and falling off the paint.

"Tangram! The UK also has tangrams! ”

Sister Ju Ping, do you know? It's also a children's educational toy!

"Bus car pencil case!"

"A full set of army soldier models!" Those soldiers who are sitting or lying down made of hard plastic carry Qin Guan's childhood memories!

The old couple behind the counter glanced at each other with a heartfelt smile for the boy.

A child who has never slept at heart will not be far behind.

At this time, Qin Guan unconsciously took a hand-sewn storage bag from the proprietress in his hand and swept all these small toys he liked into it.

Then there was a reluctant turn, if these two old people who were quite good at sales were fooled again, Qin Guan would probably empty this toy store.

The transparent wrapping paper, with the small pattern of the blue-red British flag, is wrapped in the cutest shape in the world in the old man's dexterous hands.

The shopping bag embroidered with the bear was also generously purchased by Qin Guan.

And in the old fox-like smile of the uncle opposite, Qin Guan carried the bulging bear bag on his body.

"Thank you for your patronage, £250 in total!"

Qin Guan, who took out the gray and white banknotes, was already in tears in his heart, and sure enough, he felt this thing, so let the rich people play.

If Qin's father and Qin's mother knew that their children had spent thousands of yuan just to buy a few five-cent tin frogs, they would probably teach this loser a good lesson with a feather duster.

It's a pity that the current Qin Guan is 22 years old, and at his feet is a city called London.

The kerosene lamp-shaped illuminations on the street corners are lit up one by one as night falls.

A shadow stretched by the light was getting farther and farther away from the sound of empty footsteps.

The owner of the toy store has reconfirmed that the big lock outside the door has been fastened, and they are walking away hand in hand. But it was with a good mood that the two of them hadn't seen for a long time.

The cute handmade bag that Qin Guan was carrying on his shoulder, without his knowledge, was stuffed with an easter egg wrapped in red velvet.

This is the surprise of two old men who give pleasure to this handsome young man.

Inside the soft flannel bag is a small tin soldier with one leg the size of a finger and a ballet girl in a white swan dress.

At this time, they were hugging each other tightly with Qin Guan's pace.

Life is always full of all kinds of small happiness, which are always silently hidden in the corner, waiting for a certain time, a certain moment, to be discovered by someone.

The white soft big bed is Qin Guan's happiness at this time, the elf called the god of sleep, is flying in this most ordinary hotel room.

The gray suitcase is now stuffed with a corner of the colored wrapping paper in the gap that has not yet been closed.

It's late at night....good dreams.

The next day, Qin Guan was escorted to the crew by Sister Xue very perfunctorily, and under the probe of the big bald head, the two went hand in hand with a little little woman's joy.

Qin Guan, who looked at Sister Xue's back, was very underestimated, saying that these two people had only known each other for a long time, but the atmosphere in which they got along was a little extraordinary. (To be continued.) )