Fu jianchen came to France to bring me back. Before he left, he helped me deal with everything, including that indescribably terrible marriage.
After returning to the country, he arranged for me to stay in a villa. There was a nanny to take care of me and a driver to make it convenient for me to travel.
I don't like to go out, and I don't want to go out either. I stay at home every day in a daze, and the longest thing I do is stare at the sky.
In the past, every time Fu jianchen looked at the sky, I didn't understand why he would look at the sky. What was there to see in the sky?
Now, I seem to gradually understand his feelings and understand what's so good about the sky.
Fu jianchen would come to visit me occasionally. He would bring the latest paint, drawing paper, and a lot of information about drawing.
But I don't have the desire to draw, and I don't want to pick up the brush again.
