Rebirth: How a Loser Became a Prince Charming

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This is a very traditional British toy store. If Qin Guan had just read it right out of the shop window, in addition to selling the big goods from the factory store, he also passed the handmade products privately kept by the retail shop owner.

In front of the green high counter, in a small empty yard, there is a red firetruck, above the car body, a string of letters in naughty and bold yellow bold letters: madeinchina.

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

In the compartment of the firetruck, quite mischievous at this time were filled with passengers. Teddy bears of different shapes and sizes were neatly arranged and arranged in an orderly manner.

There is a heroic version in a red traditional military uniform, a funny version in a black police uniform, a detective version with a plaid bow tie and a Holmes pipe, and a loli version of the softest and cute pink seersucker.

"Ha ha.'

Qin Guan chuckled a little, and from the last row of seats, took out a bear with a serious look on his face in a Chinese cheongsam.

Look at this calm little eyes, and the expression of Ao Jiao, let Qin Guan looking at it, his eyes softened instantly.

The British uncle behind the high platform has now stopped his hands for repairs, and the tin soldier with the round flat base in his hand has been steadily placed on the desk of the console.

"Behind you, there may be toys you like, don't just think about bringing gifts to your girlfriend, sometimes our men have to have fun for themselves, right?"

The shopkeeper with golden eyes and round eyes pointed his finger in the direction behind Qin Guan.

There is the location of the window, with beautiful shelves like candy colors.

"Okay, thank you, but can you wrap this one first?" Qin Guan handed this Teddy with a smile.

An old woman's hands, which belonged exclusively to the woman, came out from behind the counter, took the bear, and then retracted silently.

Uh, there is another person behind the counter?

Taking advantage of his height, Qin Guan turned to the side of his head and saw the pretty white-haired grandmother who was next to the counter.

In front of her was a pile of brightly colored cloth strips, cotton wool, and all kinds of glittering decorations, and a semi-finished doll was placed at her hand.

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

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

The shelves on the opposite side were indeed toys suitable for boys. Whether it was a small iron train, a soldier carrying a gun, or a mighty tank, they were the most primitive memories in Qin Guan's childhood.

Although these toys are much more elaborate than those played when they were young, this sense of history cannot be replaced by all modern toys.

"Oh, there are clockwork tin toys here!"

Qin Guan, who found the treasure in a small corner, could hardly stop.

"Iron Skin Frog!" This is a toy that was eliminated by the neighbor's elder brother when Qin Guan still had a runny nose. The one who was able to jump forward and jumped off the paint was the green skin frog. memory.

"Tangram! There are also tangrams in the UK!"

Do you know Sister Ju Ping? 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 glanced at each other with a certain heart, and gave the boy a smile from the bottom of his heart.

A child who is innocent will never be worse.

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

Then came the reluctant turn around. If these two old people who are quite prone to sales are fooling down, Qin Guan is likely to evacuate this toy store.

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

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

In the general smile of the uncle and the old fox opposite, Qin Guan carried the bulging Xiong Dabao on his body.

"Thank you for your patronage, a total of £250!"

Qin Guan, who pulled out the gray bills, was already in tears in his heart. Sure enough, he felt the thing, let the rich play.

If Qin Dad and Qin Mom knew that their children spent thousands of tin frogs that just bought a few cents, it is estimated that they would take a feather duster to teach this prodigal thing.

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

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

A shadow elongated by the light is moving further and further away in the footsteps of the empty sky.

The owner of the toy store has reconfirmed that the big lock outside the door has been locked, and the hands of each other go back. But with a good mood that two people have not seen for a long time.

Qin Guan's sad, hand-made bag on his shoulder, without his knowledge, was tucked into an egg wrapped in red velvet.

These are the two old people who surprise this handsome young man who can bring joy.

Inside the soft flannel bag is a small tin soldier with only one leg in size and a ballerina in a white swan skirt.

At this time, they are hugging tightly together with the pace of Qin Guan.

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

The big white soft bed is the happiness of Qin Guan at this time, the elf named Sleeping God is flying in the most common hotel room.

The gray suitcase is now crammed, and the corner of the colored wrapping paper is exposed in the gap that has not been closed.

It's getting late at night... a good dream.

The next day, Qin Guan was escorted to the crew by Xue Xue very perfunctoryly, just under the probe of the big bald head, with the joy of a little woman, the two went away hand in hand.

Qin Guan, who looked at the back of Sister Xue, was very underestimated. It was said that these two people had only known each other for a long time, but the atmosphere of getting along was somewhat extraordinary. (To be continued.)