The First Volume: Heaven's Mandate Returns

  Dragon Boat Festival dusk in 2007...

  In the city of Deyang, Sichuan Province, a gentle rain falls like silk. In a somewhat old residential area on the outskirts of town, a boy with a face as delicate as a tulip slowly opens the wooden sliding window of his ground-floor apartment, wincing in pain as he uses his right hand, which is covered in scabs. He gazes out at the raindrops falling onto the lawn overgrown with wild grass, while unknown flowers and grasses are happily absorbing the sweet milk bestowed upon them by nature. "It's been a long time since 'they' have been loved..."

  Patter... A few mischievous water droplets were blown by the wet wind, as if they had grown eyes, and drilled into the window, accurately hitting the pair of eyes that rivaled the stars in the dark night. The elegant and melancholic boy withdrew his right hand from the window frame, fiercely wiping away from the corner of his eye, as if preparing to wipe clean the water droplets that had entered his eyes. Only he tragically discovered: no matter how hard he wiped, the water droplets still hid deep in his eye sockets...

  There was a kind of water droplet that couldn't be wiped away by external force, "it" has a beautiful name called - tears. Those flowing from the eyes are called eye tears, those flowing from the heart are called heart tears, and what about those flowing from the soul?

  His right hand fell weakly once more, the boy shifted his feet lightly, his left arm clinging to the slightly yellowed wall, his legs propping up his frail body, one step, two steps, as if he had already used up all his strength to inch along the wall. When he took his third step, he finally didn't need to walk anymore, because he had fallen weakly onto the white wooden desk that had accompanied him through ten years of spring and autumn...

  The old wooden table creaked and groaned, but ultimately held up its master's nearly 100-kilogram body. However, the two sheets of paper covered in writing and data that were quietly lying on the desktop fell to the floor.

  Two pieces of paper face up and separate;

  Admission Notice: Zhang Yu; Sex: Male; Date of Birth: May 5, 1990; Hometown: Sichuan; Current Address: No.1 Unit, Floor 1, Yangguang Garden, DY City, Sichuan Province; Student ID: 00090505xxx, Score: 699 points; Please report to school before August 15, 2007... [Seal] Peking University School of Journalism and Communication June 2, 2007.

  But pressed on the top left corner of the admission letter was a deep blue stationery representing a life-and-death love, and several elegant characters could still be vaguely seen on the stationery: "Sorry... Let's break up..."

  Another wave of damp cold wind blew in, the boy's slightly disheveled black hair was lightly blown up, and with great effort he lifted his swollen eyelids to gaze at the two sheets of paper representing two dreams, dancing in the wind...

  Ah...... After a full eight hours, the boy finally couldn't hold back anymore, and tears mixed with blood flowed down miserably...

  A man has tears but does not easily shed them, it's just that he hasn't reached the point of heartbreak yet...

  This mournful cry tore through the air and water, reaching a hundred meters away to the back of an old banyan tree, where a pair of feet sunk in the mud trembled involuntarily, causing some muddy water to seep into the white-soled black cloth shoes on them.

  The owner of the cloth shoes was an elegant old man in a Tang suit, but at this moment, his serene face was etched with deep regret.

  The faintly visible tears at the corners of his eyes and his slightly hunched back are all proof that this old man's heart is filled with bitterness and desolation.

  Perhaps this pathetic historical term "hiding in the world" has really become outdated.

  "The truth is bland" this ridiculous saying is even more laughable in this era of rampant materialism...

  The old man took a deep breath, and once again cast his gaze through the gap in the wooden window frame, saying softly: "Foolish child, Grandfather owes you an apology..."

  After finishing speaking, he turned around and walked out of the Chaoyang Community, but in that instant when he turned back, the old man's momentum changed suddenly, like a wise man pointing at the rivers and mountains, or a madman laughing at the sky. At this moment, he wanted to compete with the heavens... His name was Zhang Guozheng, his identity was: "Huaxia Emperor Master".

  When was it that a deputy national-level cow character in Huaxia Country wasn't following the rules and being polite and courteous in front of Zhang Guo, with the name of Emperor's Teacher enjoying great reputation all over the Huaxia Continent?

  What's going on now? My own grandson, a direct descendant of my family, was driven to desperation by the son of a so-called deputy ministerial official, and then he actually went with Liu Qiang to join the special recruitment of the troops. What's even more pathetic is that my grandson's frail body was also selected?

  Of course, the old man knew all this was destined by heaven, just like Zhang Yu's birth that year:

  "That day was the Dragon Boat Festival, but the entire city was shrouded in a gloomy atmosphere. Although it was almost noon, the dark clouds in the sky were still churning and tumbling like thousands of beasts on the move, as if they might swallow up all living things at any moment."

  Wow... A baby's first cry, although the sound is not particularly loud, and even seems a bit weak, but at the moment of its birth, the dark sky was suddenly torn apart, and brilliant sunlight with nine-colored clouds shot straight into the hospital's delivery room building... An extremely yin place yet has an extremely yang energy, this is called heavenly fate.

  "Born to obey, should follow the fate, foolish child, Grandfather can only do as your master says, send you to that place... hope I can still be alive when you return..." (Ha Shi Ba free) Ha Shi Ba (free download this book please enter or search "book name + Ha Shi Ba") You can search for "Little Soldier Zhang Yu Ha Shi Ba" on Baidu to find the latest updates of this book!