I See You Mingsheng

A melancholic young painter vs. a girl who brings him healing

The first time Xiangyang met You Mingsheng was in summer, in the courtyard of her grandmother’s home.

The grapes on the trellis were thriving.

The boy sat beneath it, dressed in black trousers and a white shirt, his presence dazzling.

Looking at the disheartened boy, Xiangyang said, “Sunflowers don’t have to grow only toward the light. They can grow toward you, too.”

They watched the rice fields, caught fireflies, saw the sun rise and set, and painted beneath the evening sun.

At their first meeting, she said, “Hello, You Mingsheng.”

There was no next meeting, but Xiangyang left him with these words: “Goodbye, my beloved A Sheng.”