After a short exchange, Shi Qinghai finally accepted the fact that the system would coexist with him and could observe all his behaviors from beginning to end.

Although Shi Qinghai is always very awkward whenever he thinks like this, Shi Qinghai has been hinting that he has to adapt to this environment.

Because, there is no choice.

Then, Shi Qinghai felt the attack of sleepiness.

According to the explanation given by the system, this is due to the sequelae left by learning martial arts for the first time, and the body needs a period of sleep to rest and adjust.

Shi Qinghai didn't suspect anything else, so he returned to the bed where he was playing with dragons and phoenixes just now, lowered the temperature of the central air conditioner, and took a short rest.

This time, sleep is not as fleeting as it used to be.

Shi Qinghai rarely dreamed.

In the dream, Shi Qinghai came to the roof of the hut where he crossed the former house, above the roof was the dim sky, and the clothesline hung the white shirt he had forgotten to collect, wandering quietly in the evening breeze like a snake's molt.

Shi Qinghai was stunned, why did he come to this place again?

I just habitually wanted to sit down and lean against the railing, but the abnormal movement in my hand attracted Shi Qinghai's attention.

It turned out that there was always a small firefly on his arm.

The firefly flickered with a faint light, and its presence could only be seen in this dark night, perhaps it was dying and did not know where it was.

How could you be here?

Shi Qinghai looked at the fireflies attentively, and with a wave of his hand, the fireflies staggered and flew up.

Although the enclave is slow, it is flying after all.

Time passed slowly, the night enveloped the earth, and the fireflies stopped on the peeling paint on the wall, groping their way to the left, turning to the right, as if to confirm something.

Slowly, it climbed to the top of the wall and crouched silently, as if it had stopped breathing.

Shi Qinghai leaned against the railing, quietly staring at the fireflies.

For a long time, both stood still.

The wind was whistling like a river, and the leaves of the banyan trees beside the house rubbed against each other in the darkness, bringing a rustling sound.

Shi Qinghai has been waiting.

After a long time, the firefly suddenly flew up, as if it was trying to regain the lost time just now, it swept through the darkness and disappeared, the trajectory of the light was so timeless, as if it was trying to exist in Shi Qinghai's mind forever.

But how can this weak light wander around like a wandering spirit with nowhere to go?

Shi Qinghai looked at the thick darkness and felt extremely stunned.

So, Shi Qinghai gently stretched out his hand, trying to touch the faint light just now.

But no matter how hard Shi Qinghai tried, his fingertips always kept an untouchable distance from the faint point of light.

You can't touch it, you can't have it.

It's gone, it's gone.

As soon as this thought arose in his heart, Shi Qinghai felt an indescribable severe pain.

This pain tore at Shi Qinghai's body, as if to split him in half, the darkness faded quickly like a tide, Shi Qinghai struggled to open his eyes, but only saw the slanting sun on the distant mountain, like an old man who was about to die.

After being in a daze for a while, Shi Qinghai slowly felt that he had returned to the real world.

Lifting the quilt, he couldn't help but shiver.

Damn, the air conditioner is turned up too low.

This is the first time Shi Qinghai has felt the fragility of his body after crossing over.

The dream just now was not terrifying, but it was also deeply imprinted in Shi Qinghai's mind.

Why, do you dream of such a dream?

What does the disappearing firefly represent, and what are you pursuing?

Recently, I am very happy and have a good time.

Shi Qinghai didn't understand.

But for some reason, Shi Qinghai felt that this dream was extremely important to him.

Before I knew it, I felt like I had accidentally dropped something extremely important. And I haven't realized it yet.

......

Shi Qinghai drank a glass of warm water, and after feeling that his throat felt better, he asked in his mind:

"System, since you can spy on my life, can you see my dreams?"

"No, you can't. ”

The system gave her answer.

After a slight silence, the system continued, "What's wrong?"

Shi Qinghai walked to the sink and washed his face with cold water, only to feel that the feeling of heaviness in his body had completely dissipated.

"Nope. Shi Qinghai said.

——

At this time, the doorbell rang softly in the spacious office, and after Shi Qinghai wiped his face clean, he quickened his pace and pressed the door button on the desk.

Yang Xiaoran, who was dressed in an OL uniform, walked in.

"Good afternoon, President," her voice said with hesitation that had never been seen before.

Shi Qinghai keenly sensed her abnormality, smiled, and said, "What's the matter? Let's just say it, we all have this relationship." ”

Yang Xiaoran couldn't help but bow her head, her pitch-black pupils turned to the right, and her fair and beautiful cheeks had a shy pink.

"I, I seem to be suffering from heat stroke and want to take a leave of absence tomorrow. ”

She pursed her lips, put her slender hand to her mouth, and coughed gently.

Listening to Yang Xiaoran's words, Shi Qinghai smiled evilly: "It's not like, it must be heat stroke." ”

"You have so many 'heat stroke marks' on your neck that your body can't bear it, and that's normal. ”

The so-called heat stroke mark is, of course, the little strawberry that Shi Qinghai planted for her.

Of course, since they all suffer from heat stroke, it must not only be on the neck.

Being teased like this by Shi Qinghai, Yang Xiaoran suddenly blushed: "President, I, I'm not ...... because of heat stroke like this."

"Stupid. Shi Qinghai stepped forward and touched her small head with a generous palm.

Fingertips swept over Yang Xiaoran's soft hair, giving Shi Qinghai a feeling of peace and comfort.

This is her own woman, and she loves herself completely.

"If you're not in good health, go back and rest early, it's hard work. Shi Qinghai said softly.

Yang Xiaoran raised her head and looked at Shi Qinghai gratefully.

"Thank you, President!"

After speaking, she raised her head, stood on tiptoe, and took the initiative to kiss Shi Qinghai.

——

After Yang Xiaoran left, Shi Qinghai smiled lightly.

This little secretary was lying to himself just now.

Combined with the sudden news of Tang Yan in the afternoon, Shi Qinghai was 80% sure that Xiao Ran was going to see Tang Yu tomorrow.

And why did she know she must be lying?

This brings us to the psychology of micro-expressions.

In general, when a person lies, facial expressions increase. For example, they smile frequently, nod their heads, etc., because they want to use this to cover up their inner activities.

However, psychological studies have shown that our facial features are difficult to fully control.

If a person's emotions are real, then her words and expressions will be expressed at the same time. Conversely, if emotions are fake, then it is difficult to synchronize language with expressions.

For example, Shi Qinghai asked Yang Xiaoran what was wrong just now, Yang Xiaoran first said that he had heat stroke, and then looked at himself, which is a very obvious phenomenon of lying.

Moreover, just now, Yang Xiaoran inexplicably put her hand to her mouth and coughed softly, wanting to increase her facial expression. Putting your hand to your mouth is also a subconscious reluctance to tell lies and suppress your own speech.

Finally, Yang Xiaoran's eyes have a very obvious problem.

The person who lies will either look you in the eye or his eyes will be erratic.

Yang Xiaoran belongs to the second.

However, Shi Qinghai was not worried.

Because, Yang Xiaoran, is now his person.

Shi Qinghai can be sure.

She was on her side.