The Superstar Wants Me to Paint Him

When I was sixteen, I drew a boy’s profile in the front row of the auditorium.

There was a mole on the tip of his nose. In the sunlight, it looked like a tiny, glowing sesame seed.

Later, he became my secret.

Until graduation day, when I heard him tell his agent in the hallway:

“She and I have nothing to do with each other.”

I blocked him. For three years.

Three years later, he showed up at my art exhibition and took off his mask. The mole on his nose was still there.

“Nice drawing,” he said. “Though you made the mole too big.”

That night, the top trending topic was: #Zhou Xinghe’s New Album Cover Was Painted by His Girlfriend#

A reporter asked him, “How did you two meet?”

“She drew me for six years, and I looked for her for three. Is that enough?” he said.