Chapter 2: Those who are close to ink are black, and those who are close to pigs are stupid

Qin Ran felt distressed for a few seconds about what happened to him.

Sure enough, those who are close to ink are black, and those who are close to pigs are stupid.

has Lu Wushuang, the best friend of the author who hit the street, in order to help her increase her subscriptions, she is really heartbroken. I help her read the text every day and correct the typo, but now she actually runs directly to the dream for the plot and becomes the heroine.

That's it, if it comes, it will be safe.

empathize with the heroine, maybe after waking up from the dream, you can be empowered, and you can also help Lu Wushuang change the plot in a big way.

Thinking of this, a smile rose at the corner of Qin Ran's mouth, and his gaze rose and fell back on the maid's face: "Sprite, where are we now?" ”

"On the flower boat. Miss, you really haven't woken up yet, have you? ”

Sprite pursed the corners of her lips and smiled lightly, and soon walked up to Qin Ran with a small bowl: "Miss, it's too hot outside, I've cooked some mung bean soup in the kitchen, I'll give you a bowl back, you hurry up and drink it, and I'll go out to watch the dragon boat race in a while." ”

Dragon Boat Races? It turned out to be the plot of the Dragon Boat Festival.

Qin Ranfu raised his eyebrows again, brought the small bowl over, scooped a spoonful of mung bean soup into his mouth.

Although it is a dream, the cold mung bean soup melts in your mouth and tastes very good.

In the middle of the dissociation, he quickly ate a small bowl of mung bean soup, and at the end, handed the empty bowl to Sprite: "Is the dragon boat race outside lively?" ”

Sprite put the small bowl back on the plate, and then quickly handed a white cloth towel over to wipe her mouth, and said, "Today is the Dragon Boat Festival, the annual dragon boat race, of course it's lively." And miss, didn't you say that the princes of various provinces have formed their own dragon boat teams, and you just came here to cheer for King Yan's boat team. ”

King Yan? Qi Xiao? Isn't that the male protagonist of the novel, Qin Ran's future husband?

"Where is Qi Xiao, where is he now?" The corners of Qin Ran's mouth hooked up a smug smile, this dream became more and more interesting.

"Where else can it be, King Yan must be on his own flower boat." Sprite frowned and looked at her suspiciously for a moment, "Miss, you shouldn't have slept and slept stupidly, right?" ”

"You're just sleeping stupid." She just didn't wake up.

Qin Ran glared back, quickly jumped off the bed, put on his shoes and was about to run out.

Sprite was startled, and hurriedly grabbed her arm: "Miss, you haven't changed your clothes yet, where are you going?" ”

"Find Qi Xiao." Qin Ran hooked his lips and smiled.

She couldn't wait to see what her dream future husband would look like.

At the door of the houseboat, Qin Ran's eyes narrowed when the scorching sun above his head shone in the air.

After a moment, getting used to the light outside, Fang quickly ran to the deck again.

Although Lu Wushuang's novel has been hitting the streets, the skill of scene description is still quite good, at this time, the river is surrounded by flower boats, dragon boats are dancing, and a lively scene is not estimated to be written without a description of a few hundred words.

It's just that this kind of scene has been watched too much in the TV series, and Qin Ran's attention at this time is only focused on finding Qi Xiao.

Sprite chased after her with a flower umbrella: "Miss, it's too hot outside, be careful of heat stroke." ”

Qin Ran only wanted to see Qi Xiao, where could he care if the weather was hot or not, and before he could stand firmly, he quickly ran towards the bow of the boat: "Where is Qi Xiao's ship?" ”

Sprite had no choice but to catch up again, holding an umbrella to cover the sun above her head.

Then, he pointed to a slowly approaching flower boat not far away and said, "Miss, King Yan has always disliked fancy things in flowers, so it must be that one." ”