I'm Not Human (BL)

CH 1

CHAPTER 1: THE FIRST DAY OF NOT BEING HUMAN

The morning dew bathed the grass, the sun dazzled atop the trees, and the little sparrows perched on the branches trembled in gleefully chirps.

“Brother, when are you going to come see us again?” The little girl holding the little bear doll carefully raised her head, her dark eyes glimmering hope. The children were fond of this young man and circled him asking him all sorts of questions.

Gu Huai smiled. “Next week. I will bring you a gift as well.”

This was a children's welfare home on the outskirts of City A. With Gu Huai's support, the place had just been refurbished, lending a certain air of warmth and comfort. There was no special reason for Gu Huai to patronize this welfare home. He only wished to repay kindness to the very home that had adopted him, an orphan, now that he was capable.

It would be winter soon in City A. Gu Huai intended to bring new winter clothes for the children on his next visit. This was the gift that he had promised. Gu Huai returned home and sat down in front of the computer desk to do his work.

Gu Huai had a flourishing career as a screenwriter. Although young, he was a well-known name in the industry. The golden awards and accolades he won, big and small, could line up on a table in his house

No matter how accomplished a scriptwriter was, they sometimes still couldn't get rid of a habit of procrastination and dragging drafts. Gu Huai looked at the 90% completed script on his hand and felt a headache coming on.

Did the end seem to be close?

Yes, indeed!

But what if the deadline was tomorrow?

Gu Huai sighed. "…" It was really sad.

Fortunately, it wasn't a tough work as the script was an adaptation. Gu Huai thought he could get it through the night. Truthfully, this script reminded him of a Jin Jiang novel adaptation he had worked on before becoming famous. He had also desperately rushed that draft to meet the deadline.

Clack-clack-clack, the crisp sounds of the keyboard continued to ring inside the room. Gu Huai had started work at 9:00 in the morning. Night came and went; the sun rose again, but he was still going strong. Too engrossed in work, he had only eaten breakfast, neglecting the other two meals.

Although he was late, he also disliked delaying drafts. Thus, he was usually pumped up with energy a day before the deadline. This kind of incessant high-intensity work that lasted more than 20 hours was quite arduous on the body. Just as he finished the manuscript, Gu Huai heard the neighbor's rooster crowing.

Looking at the finished script, Gu Huai relaxed his taut nerves. The very moment he'd relaxed, his vision turned black. It was as if a string that had been tightened for too long broke, unable to stand the pull.

When people face death, they will have a premonition. It is obvious that the body can't move and gradually turns cold, but the consciousness still remains clear for a short while. In this very short time, before his loss of consciousness, Gu Huai thought about many things.

His first thought was that he had fortunately written his will a long time ago. In the event of his death, all the money he had earned would go to the child welfare home he had grown up in.