The gentle sunlight reflected through the bamboo window in the room, and on the bamboo bed made entirely of green bamboo, a young man of about fifteen or sixteen years old was frowning painfully, as if he was experiencing something painful, and the soft light shone on his face, adding a little weakness to him.

The sunshine, the bamboo house, the beauty, and the quiet environment are enough to constitute a perfect picture of the spring sleep of the beauty, but such a beautiful scene, but it was destroyed by a pair of beautiful hands that almost made people sigh, the owner of the hand was very skillful to push open the door of the bamboo house, the action was elegant like the eighteenth century nobles, after completing the action of pushing the door, a pair of slender legs walked in from the door.

Standing in the bamboo house, the person who had just pushed open the door gently called the young man who was still lying on the bamboo bed: "Little three, little three, wake up." ”

After calling several times, the young man on the bamboo bed still didn't move, and the handsome face of the young man couldn't help but flash a look of worry.

Little three? Little three?

~ Who is it called, roaming collectors read the full text! In a daze, Mo Huaisan felt as if there was a mosquito making noise around him, and the nasty mosquito was still calling his most hated ranking...... Little Three! God knows how much he wants to throw this title into the Arctic Ocean, doesn't this person know that the little three gods and horses are the most annoying?

So Mo Huai, who was in the explosion of the small universe, opened his eyes suddenly, and then he was dumbfounded, blinking, he glanced at his surroundings with stiff movements, and his last gaze fell on the young man sitting in front of his bed.

"Tang Yu?" As if uncertain, Mo Huaisan called out the name. Then under his stunned gaze, the young man named Tang Yu smiled and nodded, and then stretched out his perfect finger like an artist and poked Mo Huaisan's head.

"Awake? Now that you're awake, let's go cook! ”

Tang Yu's voice was very good, but at this moment, Mo Huaisan's attention was not here at all, he was shocked by Tang Yu's sentence to cook? Go cook...... Go cook...... How is this so familiar?

Tilting his head and looking at Tang Yu suspiciously, Mo Huaisan asked a very stupid question: "Tang Yu, what is my name?" ”

"Uh, junior, you shouldn't be stupid, right? Your name is Mo Huaisan, and you are the playmate that the master got back for me? ”

Sure enough, Mo Huaisan's words made Tang Yu stunned, but he still explained, but what he was thinking about at this time was, what was wrong with Xiao San? Why does it look a little weird? Don't?

Well, if it weren't for Mo Huaisan still here, Tang Yu would almost want to make a chin touching action. Tang Yu's movements couldn't be done, but Mo Huaisan almost dropped his jaw in shock......

Shrimp? Mo Huai San? Listening to this familiar name, and then looking at the surrounding environment that was completely made of bamboo, Mo Huaisan suddenly turned black, this ...... Isn't this the scene in the article I fell out of last time?

Isn't that what I am now...... Is he the tragic playmate of his side?

Speaking of Mo Huaisan's article, he also dreamed of all kinds of strange things and then wrote it, but unfortunately because he always hit the street before, although this simmer was terrible, he reported it...... As a result, this article is pitted!

Recalling the role of Mo Huaisan in the text, Mo Huaisan felt for the first time that people who write about the text must not write themselves into it, otherwise it will be a tragedy!

Mo Huaisan is a person, the good thing is that the protagonist is Tang Yu's playmate, but he is beautiful and lovely, but the protagonist's playmate has a lot of work, Tang Yu's master accepted Tang Yu as an apprentice, they live in the mountains, so this water splitting wood, farming and cooking are all done by Mo Huaisan, it can be said that Mo Huaisan is the most unlucky housework all-round guy.

Thinking of this, as a person who has just crossed over, and a person who has crossed into his own text, Mo Huai Santong said that he was under a lot of pressure.

When you are an author, it is always some people's own mothers and some people's stepmothers, but the more tragic thing is that Mo Huaisan, the author, is not taboo at all that the name of this character is the same as himself, and as soon as he comes on the scene, he will be all kinds of sad urgings, so now the sad person has become him.

Mo Huaisan was wandering outside the world, but the protagonist Tang Yu, who was waiting for Mo Huaisan to cook after speaking, was impatient, he lifted a touch of his long hair, and his charming eyes glanced at Mo Huaisan gently, and his voice suddenly became cold.

"Little San, didn't you hear me talking to you? Young master, I'm hungry, hurry up and cook for me. ”

"Yes, yes, I'll go."

Frightened by Tang Yu's slightly cold words, Mo Huaisan almost jumped out of bed and ran out of the door.

Tang Yu leaned against Mo Huaisan's bedside, and a pair of eyes with a hint of charm just watched Mo Huaisan run away from the room, and it took a long time before he let out a low laugh.

"It seems to be a little different! But so what! ”