Text Volume 576 The Tin Frog of My Childhood~Added 4 for Johnny1120

This is a very traditional English-style toy store. If Qin Guan saw correctly from the window just now, in addition to selling high-end goods produced by the factory store, it also sells handmade products privately stored by the owner.

In front of the tall green counter, in a small empty space, there is a red firetruck. On the car body, a series of letters are naughtily written in naive bold yellow characters: madeinhina.

This is a kind of helpless ridicule to the environment of British toy production. Under the impact of cheap Chinese manufacturing, 60% of the products in British toy stores are commissioned by Chinese manufacturers.

As for the compartment of the fire truck, it was quite mischievously full of passengers at this time. Teddy bears of different shapes and sizes were placed neatly and arranged in an orderly row.

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

"hehe.'

Qin Guan smiled lightly, and immediately took out a serious-looking little bear in a Chinese-style cheongsam from the seat in the last row.

Looking at the calm little eyes and the arrogant expression, Qin Guan's eyes instantly softened when he looked at it.

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

"Behind you, there may be toys you will like. Don't just think about bringing gifts to your girlfriend. Sometimes we men have to have some fun for ourselves, don't we?"

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

That's where the window is, with beautiful candy-colored shelves.

"Okay, thank you, but can you wrap this one first?" Qin Guan handed the teddy over with a smile on his lips.

And an old hand that only belonged to women protruded from behind the counter, took the bear, and then retracted silently.

Uh, there's another guy behind the counter?

Taking advantage of his height, Qin Guan turned his head to one side, and saw the very beautiful old lady with the same white hair who was sticking to the back of the counter.

In front of her was a pile of colorful cloth strips, cotton batting, and all kinds of shiny ornaments, and a half-finished doll was placed beside her.

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

Qin Guan, who turned his head, became inexplicably happy, and a feeling called mutual affection filled his heart.

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

Although these toys are much more refined than the ones I played with when I was young, it is this sense of history that cannot be replaced by all modern toys.

"Hey, there are also wind-up tin toys here!"

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

"Tin frog!" This is the toy that the elder brother of the neighbor's family eliminated when Qin Guan was still dripping. memory.

"Jigsaw puzzles! England has jigsaw puzzles too!"

Sister Ju Ping, do you know? This is also an educational toy for children!

"Bus Car Pencil Case!"

"A full set of army soldier models!" Those soldiers made of hard plastic, sitting or lying, carry Qin Guanman's childhood memories!

The old couple behind the counter looked at each other quite convincingly, and smiled from the bottom of their hearts for the boy.

A child with a sleepless innocence must not be so bad.

At this time, Qin Guan unconsciously took a storage bag hand-sewn by the proprietress, and swept all his favorite toys into it.

Then he turned around reluctantly, if he was fooled by these two old men who were good at sales, Qin Guan would probably evacuate this toy store.

The transparent wrapping paper, with the small pattern of the blue and red Union Jack, was wrapped into the most lovely shape in the world in the old man's dexterous hands.

The shopping bag embroidered with bears was also generously bought by Qin Guan.

In the old man's fox-like smile on the opposite side, 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. As expected, feelings are such a thing, let the rich continue to play.

If Qin's father and Qin's mother knew that their children had spent thousands of dollars for only a few fifty cents worth of tin frogs, they would probably use a feather duster to teach this prodigal kid a lesson.

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

The lamps in the shape of kerosene lamps on the street corners began to light up one by one as night fell.

A shadow elongated by the light is getting farther and farther away amidst the sound of empty footsteps.

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

Qin Guan's naive handmade bag on his shoulder was stuffed with an easter egg wrapped in red velvet without his knowledge.

Here are two old men, surprising this handsome, delightful young man.

Inside the soft velvet bag, there is a one-legged tin soldier the size of a finger and a ballerina in a white swan skirt.

At this time, they are hugging each other tightly following Qin Guan's pace.

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

The big white and soft bed is Qin Guan's happiness at this moment, the elf called Sleeping God is dancing in this most ordinary hotel room.

The gray suitcase was already stuffed to the brim, and a corner of the colorful wrapping paper was exposed in the gap that hadn't been closed yet.

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

On the second day, Qin Guan was escorted to the set by Sister Xue very perfunctorily. Under the probing head of the big bald head, the two left hand in hand with a little girl's joy.

Qin Guan, who looked at Sister Xue's back, was very guilty of underestimating, saying that these two people have only known each other for a long time, but the atmosphere they get along with is a bit extraordinary. (To be continued.)

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