I Really Don't Want to Be the Protagonist

Shi Qinghai stared at the firefly in rapt attention, and with a wave of his hand, the firefly staggered and flew up.

Although the enclave was slow, it finally flew.

Time passed slowly, the night enveloped the earth, the fireflies stopped on the peeling paint on the wall, groped forward to the left, and turned to the right, as if they were confirming something.

Slowly, it climbed to the top of the wall and squatted quietly, motionless 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 blowing, passing by like a river, and the leaves of the banyan trees beside the house rubbed against each other in the darkness, making a rustling sound.

Shi Qinghai has been waiting.

After a long time, the firefly suddenly flew up, as if it wanted to retrieve the lost time just now, it flashed a light and shadow in the darkness and then disappeared, the trajectory of the light was so meaningful, as if it was trying to exist in Shi Qinghai's body forever in mind.

But why is this weak light wandering around like a wandering spirit with nowhere to go?

Shi Qinghai looked at the thick darkness, feeling extremely disappointed.

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 that faint spot of light.

Can't touch, can't own.

It's gone, it's gone.

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

This kind of pain tore Shi Qinghai's body, as if to divide him into two halves, the darkness faded away like a tide, Shi Qinghai struggled to open his eyes, but only saw the slanting sun on the far mountain, like an old man on the verge of death on one's last legs.

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 shivering.

Damn, the air conditioner is set too low.

This was the first time Shi Qinghai felt the fragility of his body after crossing.

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

Why, would you dream such a dream?

What does the disappearing firefly represent? Is he looking for something?

My recent self is said to be very happy and living a smooth life.

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 seemed to accidentally drop something extremely important.And he hasn't realized it yet.

……

Shi Qinghai drank a glass of warm water, felt his throat feel better, and asked in his mind:

"System, since you can monitor my life, can you see my dreams?"

"No."

The system gave her the answer.

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

Shi Qinghai walked to the sink and washed his face with cold water, only then did he feel the heaviness in his body completely dissipate.

"No." Shi Qinghai said.

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

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

"President, good afternoon..." Her voice carried a hesitation that had never appeared before.

Shi Qinghai keenly sensed her abnormality, smiled, and said, "What's wrong? Let's just say it, we're all in this relationship."

Yang Xiaoran couldn't help lowering her head, her dark pupils turned to the right, and her fair and clear cheeks had a touch of shy pink.

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

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

Listening to Yang Xiaoran's words, Shi Qinghai smirked and said, "It doesn't seem like it must be heatstroke."

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

The so-called heatstroke marks were of course the little strawberries that Shi Qinghai planted for her.

Of course, since they are all suffering from heatstroke, it must not only be on the neck.

After being molested by Shi Qinghai like this, Yang Xiaoran blushed suddenly: "President, I, I didn't suffer from heatstroke because of this..."

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