When Dun Dun saw Yue'er, he was immediately reminded of his five or six years of experience with his "hug" (a term used to describe someone who is used to cuddling with another child).
I didn't think much of it when he was little, but now that Dun Dun is all grown up, I realize how brave he was as a child.
If you asked him to go around pulling people around with a stuffed animal like he did back then, he would definitely refuse without hesitation.
Fortunately, he's grown up now.
So Dun Dun decided to leave the booth that filled him with awkward memories and turn back to help An An and Nuo Nuo.
When Dundun returned to the pickled vegetable booth, she saw the same pickled vegetable packaging that hadn't changed in ten years.
It also has a photo of Dundun taken when he was four years old printed on it.
A silly little ball of flesh, holding a big white radish, is smiling foolishly.
For a moment, Dundun didn't know whether this photo was more shameful or whether it was more shameful to go around begging people to buy dolls when he was a child.
Left with no other choice, Dundun decided to stay at the bamboo tube stall where there were the fewest people in the past, out of sight, out of mind.
However, there were very few people at the bamboo tube stall, and after a short while, Dundun went back to help An'an and the others.
Before leaving, Dundun overheard people from other department stores saying, "These bamboo cups from Xujia Village are practically worthless."
"But why are department stores still selling it?"
"I don't know, maybe it's just nostalgia?"
"I heard that this bamboo cup is from the same place as the oil, salt, soy sauce, and vinegar set meal at the department store. Maybe it's to give them face?"
"Maybe."
If Huang Qinqin were here, she would tell them with certainty.
The bamboo cups from Xujia Village continue to appear at the Canton Fair not because of sentimentality, but because of human connections.
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