Childhood sweethearts, a white-headed promise. After a war, life and death were uncertain. He waited for many years, from black hair to white hair, from general to hermit, using three hundred peach trees to guard a person who would never come back.
When the horse hooves of the powerful trample the last spring, the eighty-year-old man stands with his sword in hand: "Whoever crosses this line will die." On the day when the peach blossoms fall, waiting is a lifetime.
