1937, Shanghai French Concession.
Under the sycamore tree at St. John's University, Qin Ziyan, the eldest daughter of the Qin family, met Qi Yanting, a young military officer. His posture was as tall and straight as a pine tree, but his smile was as gentle as the evening breeze on the Bund.
She tied the jade pendant around his wrist and said with a smile, "Wait until you come back to marry me."
He said: "Ten years, wait for me."
When the war broke out, he rushed to the front line. The letters went from one letter a month to one every six months, and finally stopped completely.
Shen Ruolan went to the front line to work as a nurse and never came back. Qin Ziyan searched for her husband alone, traveled thousands of miles of scorched earth, and finally passed him by.
She waited ten years, twenty years, fifty years.
Wait until Shanghai is liberated, wait until reform and opening up, wait until your hair turns gray. Every year during the Qingming Festival, she would go to the empty grave by the river and place a bouquet of white chrysanthemums - it was the tomb she erected for him.
It wasn't until his father was dying that he finally revealed the secret he had kept hidden all his life——
In that breakout, someone's position was exposed.
That man was saved by his father when he was young.
The mountains and rivers are safe, and the soul has returned.
That night, she finally saw him. He still looked the same as before, dressed in military uniform, standing under the sycamore tree and smiling at her:
"We don't blame anyone. In that battle, we had no intention of coming back alive from the day we set off."
"I owe you everything in this life——"
"No wait." She reached out and touched his face, "I'm going to find you."
When I woke up from the dream, the jade pendant beside my pillow still had a warm residual warmth.
She smiled and closed her eyes.
"Fifty years of waiting, and you will only love one person in your life."
She went on an appointment with no return date, and waited for someone who would never come back.
But he said: We have built an iron army underneath, and even the king of hell dare not take it away.
