Imprisoned Crown of Thorns

Looking at the porridge on the table, Nietzsche sat down silently. In order not to affect the children's appetite and cause Han Xiu to develop a picky eating habit since childhood, Nietzsche did not show strong disgust, but seemed very happy He picked up the cutlery and started dinner, at least on the surface.

Children are actually very picky about taste. They naturally like things with taste, especially things with salty taste, so Han Xiu actually doesn't like to eat white porridge. This is very similar to Nietzsche. Han Xiu doesn't like it Bland things, I have the pleasure of chasing those strong things in my bones.

In fact, in the depths of the soul, Han Xiu's persistence in certain things is surprisingly similar to his blood relative Nietzsche.

However, Han Sen's acquired education and influence have caused Han Xiu's harsh and picky habits to be corrected in many ways, or the frequency of occurrence in life has been downplayed. Some things on the surface are naturally related to Han Sen. High overlap.

Han Xiu sat on the edge of the dining table in some distress, with his hands straight on his knees, and his eyes fell on the white porridge in front of him. Next to the white porridge was a sandwich and a hard-boiled egg, which was so bland as to die.

In order to prevent Han Xiu from developing the common symptoms of childhood obesity when he was very young, it is more scientific and reasonable for Han Sen to check his son's dinner. Eating too much will cause fat accumulation during night sleep.

Facing the food in front of them, the mother and son both had grim expressions at first. They both sat there without speaking, but they didn't intend to start eating dinner.

However, as a parent, Nietzsche set an example by picking up the tableware in front of him, and Han Xiu's eyes immediately fell on Nietzsche's movements.

Many behaviors and behaviors of children, as well as momentary decisions, are influenced by their parents.

Mrs. Bush said, "If you want to have a good child, then you must be a good parent yourself."

The moment Nietzsche put the porridge on his lips, this sentence suddenly appeared in his mind.

Nietzsche had a lot of feelings. Sure enough, he wanted to be a good parent like his father Han Sen.

Han Xiu looked straight at Nietzsche, and his gaze completely fell on Nietzsche's expression. Seeing that Nietzsche seemed to like eating plain porridge, Han Xiu asked softly, "Mom?"

Nietzsche simply chewed a few mouthfuls, then turned to look at Han Xiu, said with a smile:

"What's the matter, baby?"

Han Xiu squeezed his chin with one hand:

"Mom, is this delicious?"

Nietzsche nodded:

"It's delicious, my mother likes it very much."

Han Xiu immediately smiled. Since Nietzsche likes it, then he should like it too, right? A child’s idea is so simple. Sure enough, Han Xiu happily finished a small bowl of porridge, and then Nietzsche peeled the egg himself. The shell was handed over to Han Xiu, and Han Xiu ate the whole egg without any resistance.

But the sandwich was left there. Han Xiu ate a whole bowl of porridge tonight, so he couldn't eat the sandwich anymore. Nietzsche patted Han Xiu's head appreciatively, and told the housekeeper to take Han Xiu away. Stay down to wash and serve him to bed.

Han Xiu lay in the maid's arms and read the comic book for a while, then closed his eyes and quickly fell asleep.

As a result, Han Sen didn't come back until Nietzsche sat in the living room and slowly finished the small dinner in front of him.

"A few days ago, a married woman in Rome filed a lawsuit in court for divorce from her husband who had been married for many years because of her husband's indifference, and ordered her husband to pay compensation for mental damage..."

The evening news is broadcasting such a piece of news that has caused a certain influence in the urban area of ​​Rome.

Nietzsche stopped what he was doing immediately, raised his head and stared straight at the still beautiful married woman on the TV screen, crying and complaining about how indifferent her husband was, and the man's indifference and ruthlessness caused serious damage to his body and mind. major trauma.

Hearing the woman sobbing and talking about her husband's harsh and indifferent attitudes and behaviors after marriage, Nietzsche's beautiful eyes narrowed slightly.

The butler standing behind Nietzsche listened to the news silently with his head down, cold sweat silently streaming down his forehead.

"I may come back very late tonight. I need to discuss carefully with Ms. Justin and deal with some problems."

The butler actually received a call from Han Sen just now, but he hasn't prepared himself enough to tell Nietzsche the news, because he can't imagine how Nietzsche will abuse him next.

Oh, no, it's abusing everyone, of course including Mr. Han.

"But, Mr. Han, Justin...is that a woman?"

The butler didn't know what Han Sen wanted to discuss with Justin, so he just asked the question subconsciously.

Han Sen hummed.

The butler coughed, turned his head to see if there was anyone around him, and whispered to Han Sen, "Mr. Han, do you want to be alone with the woman? Mr. Nietzsche is waiting for you..."

"Watch him finish dinner and don't let him sleep in the bedroom tonight."

Han Sen interrupted the butler with an attitude that could not be refused.

The butler nodded silently, but remained silent.

"Do you know?"

Han Sen asked.

"understood."

Han Sen hummed in satisfaction,

"Serve him well, don't make him angry, you have served him for a long time, you know what you are thinking."

After speaking, Han Sen hung up the phone without hesitation.

The butler silently put down the microphone, with tears streaming down his face. Mr. Nietzsche doesn't need us to provoke him at all. As long as Mr. Han says something that makes him unhappy, he will immediately become angry.

Nietzsche didn't say anything at first, just sat quietly in his seat and watched the evening news broadcast, until the servants who cleaned up the tableware started to clean up.

"Mr. Nietzsche, it's getting late, I think you should rest first, or Mr. Han will blame us when he comes back."

The meticulous butler stood behind Nietzsche anytime, anywhere, bent slightly and spoke softly to Nietzsche. In order to express a stronger effect, he even took out Nietzsche's favorite silk pajamas and hung them on his I hope that through this picture, Nietzsche can feel the joy of rest.

Nietzsche glanced at the butler coldly, and stretched out his hand to the butler:

"cell phone."

Like many Western Caucasians, Nietzsche dislikes using mobile phones, so he seldom keeps them with him. They always feel that such electronic products will actually harm their bodies, and they are really, really tacky.

The butler took out the mobile phone from his pocket and handed it to Nietzsche.

Nietzsche took the mobile phone, dialed Han Sen's number familiarly, turned on the speakerphone, and the phone rang for a long time, but Han Sen still didn't answer the call.

"Sorry, the number you dialed is currently unavailable..."

Nietzsche frowned in frustration, then quickly cut off the phone, and then pressed the dial button again. This time the phone rang for a long time, but no one answered the phone until Nietzsche was about to cut off the phone again. Suddenly connected...

"Hey……?"

A capable-sounding woman's voice came from inside.

Nietzsche quickly cut off the phone.

The butler saw Nietzsche's raised eyebrows and the unconcealed anger in the corners of his eyes.

Nietzsche raised his head silently.

The butler took a breath.

Nietzsche took a breath.

"Mr. Nietzsche..."

"If Mr. Han asks, he will say that you made the wrong dial."

The butler's next explanation was intended by Nietzsche.

The butler nodded,

"Yes, I see, Mr. Nietzsche."

"Remember, this incident will be treated as if it didn't happen tonight, is that clear?"

Nietzsche raised his eyebrows and glanced at the butler.

The butler nodded,

"I understand, Mr. Nietzsche, you will go back to your room to rest after dinner tonight."

Nietzsche hummed, his expression gloomy.

Standing up with his hands on his knees, he walked slowly towards the bedroom on the second floor.

The housekeeper followed Nietzsche, watching his mistress step up the steps with still graceful steps, which was obviously a normal situation, and Mr. Nietzsche did not say or do any scary things, Why did the butler feel that the air pressure around him was so low? !

Ahhh, it's so scary.

The butler followed Nietzsche to the front of Han Sen's bedroom. When Nietzsche was about to go in, the butler quickly walked up to Nietzsche's side and said softly, "Mr. Nietzsche, the bedroom next to it has been tidied up. You can stay there first tonight." .”

When the butler said this, he could feel Nietzsche's cold eyes falling on his face more deeply, as if he was the bad guy who cruelly broke up Han Sen and Nietzsche.

So, the butler shrank back without a trace, and stood towards the edge of the corridor, leaning close to the wall to find a sense of security.

"Han Sen asked you to say that."

Nietzsche stated this sentence with certainty, and simply came to a conclusion.

The butler nodded submissively:

"Yes, yes, Mr. Nietzsche."

The huge room suddenly fell silent. Nietzsche didn't speak for a long time. The butler lowered his head and frowned, wondering if Nietzsche was sad. So he mustered up great courage and organized his words to comfort Nietzsche: "Niezsche Sir, don't be sad, I personally think that Mr. Han must have a reason for doing this, except for you, Mr. Han will never fall in love with anyone else, besides..."

Nietzsche raised an eyebrow,

"What more?"

The butler coughed.

"Besides, don't you and Mr. Han have children? Mr. Han is the kind of person who will not change his mind as long as he lives together, especially after he has children."

Nietzsche narrowed his eyes slightly, folded his arms across his chest,

"Tell me, will Han Sen love me?"

The butler nodded,

"Mr. Han must love you very much!"

The butler who couldn't understand Han Sen at all said categorically, gritted his teeth.

Nietzsche sneered and said:

"Love me? Hmph, it's absolutely impossible for Han Sen to love me."

Nietzsche thought about it,

"You are right, we still have children. Han Sen will not leave me for the sake of the children."

The butler blinked his eyes, and then found himself standing at the top of the stairs and watching Nietzsche Lutheran discussing relationship issues strangely.

"Humph."

Nietzsche snorted coldly, his expression became grim, his dark green eyes were full of gloom, he raised his white fingers, and slowly curled the bright red hair on his cheeks, and opened his bright red lips. He said together, "Han Sen must be with a woman now, but Han Sen is my man, and no one can take her away."

The housekeeper nodded obediently in agreement, expressing his approval.

"...And my bed skills are absolutely top-notch. It's impossible for Han Sen to have feelings for others after having done this with me so many times."

At the moment when the butler blushed suddenly, Nietzsche pulled his lips and smiled silently,

"I'm the best of the best."

The butler nodded quickly.

"Yes, Mr. Nietzsche, you are the best of the best."

Nietzsche didn't speak. He knew in his heart that Han Sen liked his body. There is no doubt about it. After the two had experienced many intimate experiences, Nietzsche certainly knew what Han Sen was like when he hugged him. state and feeling.

Han Sen obviously likes it very much.

Nietzsche glanced at the housekeeper, turned and went into the bathroom. After washing up carefully, Nietzsche first went to Han Xiu's room to look at Han Xiu, then went back to the bedroom next to Han Sen and lay down.

Nietzsche lay on the bed, looked at the ceiling, turned on the TV, and watched TV boredly until it was twelve o'clock in the middle of the night, but Han Sen still didn't come back.

Nietzsche didn't know what he was watching, and he didn't feel particularly sleepy. He just brushed his hair, his eyes fell on the TV screen, and he picked up the landline next to the bed and hugged him in his arms. , dialed the familiar phone number.

"what?!……"

Dr. Smith, who was sleeping soundly on the big bed in his bedroom, was suddenly awakened by the ringing of the phone next to his bed. He wanted to yell at the phone, but the moment he saw the number, Smith quickly sat upright, adjusted his expression, and said Looking into the microphone, with a smile on his face: "Good midnight, Mr. Nietzsche."

Nietzsche hummed, expressing his satisfaction with Smith's professionalism. Nietzsche raised his finger and drew a circle on Bai Bai's thigh, "Smith, my husband is now with a woman."

"What are you worried about?"

Smith picked up a pen and paper and began to record. The thick notebook was full of case records of the Nietzsche incident.

Nietzsche paused,

"Han Sen is heterosexual, you know that?"

Smith nodded:

"But that doesn't mean what happens when straight men and women are together."

Nietzsche shook his head and said paranoidly:

"You don't know, Han Sen has never been in close contact with a woman. I think there will always be someone trying to seduce him."

Smith nodded.

"What you said is very reasonable. I can't refute this."

Although Smith agreed with Nietzsche's point of view, Nietzsche seemed unhappy when he heard it, and said coldly: "What if Han Sen thinks women are not bad?"

"I want to kill someone now."

Nietzsche's nails dug into his skin fiercely until there were blood drops on his thigh, but Nietzsche didn't feel any pain. In the brightly lit room, Nietzsche's gloomy expression was scary, but his eyes were just straight. Watching a bright red streak of blood fall down the base of her thigh towards the bed sheet, land on the bed sheet, staining the fabric underneath red.

Hearing that Nietzsche said that he wanted to kill someone, Smith knew about Nietzsche's paranoid personality, and it seemed that this matter had successfully stimulated the emergence of Nietzsche's paranoid mood, and everything would become very abnormal.

Smith took a breath for a moment.

Nietzsche went on to say, his dark green eyes looked straight at his skin that had been hurt by himself, and he pressed his fingertips through the dermis without hesitation, causing more blood to flow out: "But I know, even if It's me who kills me now, and I can't kill the people that Han Sen thinks are important now—even if it's the kind of people that Han Sen thinks he cares a little bit."

I didn't feel any pain at all, and felt very comfortable.

Nietzsche stared coldly at the spots of scarlet that fell from under the sheets, and some were stained on the nightgown.

Smith hummed in a low voice. Nietzsche seemed to be making progress and learning to control his emotions reasonably. He knew that Nietzsche's personality was very abnormal, and he could split if he said split.

But this case illustrates well that Nietzsche is now learning to self-regulate. This is a very good situation. Everything is slowly recovering and warming up like a transition from midwinter to spring.

As a professional psychological counselor, Dr. Smith feels such a sense of accomplishment.

He thought, it must be his patience and love that changed this ruthless man little by little. Ah, what he did must have indirectly made a huge contribution to the stability and harmony of society.

It's a pity that he didn't see that Nietzsche was torturing himself, using his physical pain to divert some extremely extreme emotions.

Nietzsche felt uncomfortable in his chest, but he knew that now was not the time to commit acts of destruction, so he felt that destroying himself to a certain extent seemed to be able to solve certain problems.

Nietzsche hardly wanted to sleep, because he felt that he would probably dream of something.

For example, the appearance of Han Sen hugging someone else.

Nietzsche felt as if his heart was being held firmly by a big hand, and his head was about to explode.

But he is a man who can do a good job on the surface all the time if he wants to, but in fact, Nietzsche feels that his inside is almost rotten.

Han Sen's recent actions are like sulfuric acid, corroding Nietzsche's insides.

All those who can comfort Han Sen, occupy Han Sen's time, and see Han Sen's gentle smile are damned, and Nietzsche wants to tear them into pieces.

When Nietzsche finished speaking, five deep red marks had been scratched on the base of his white thighs with his fingers, and all of them began to bleed out. Looking from a distance, it was really very, very Penetrating, Nietzsche's thin fingertips were stained with the blood of his own body, and the crimson stains were stained on the nails.

Lutheran, who was twisted inside, tried his best to control himself, making himself behave like a normal person, staying by Han Sen's side.

Because, Han Sen is really not a special person.

Smith didn't know about these situations, because he didn't observe Nietzsche's expression face to face, but he said into the microphone with some pleasure: "Mr. Nietzsche, your idea is very good. I personally analyze it in this way. You don’t need to worry too much until it’s proven. You know, it turns out that when many same-sex couples live together, they always encounter all kinds of problems, including what you are now. Including the problems you have encountered, I think you still have to observe what the situation is, maybe Mr. Han did not commit any derailment."

Nietzsche took a deep breath, raised his fingers to look at his thighs, and nodded silently. Nietzsche said in a deep voice: "You are right, I think, I still need to observe. Maybe even I can accept what happened to Han Sen and some flirtatious girls."

In the lonely room, Nietzsche said these words with a sullen expression on his beautiful face, and he said these words in a calm voice, which even made people sound like an inexplicable and gentle illusion.

Nietzsche couldn't sleep anymore. He used to sleep in Han Sen's arms, so he lay on the bed, closed his eyes, and didn't think about anything. He just lay quietly on the bed without turning off the lights. He didn't turn off the TV, just closed his eyes and pretended to be asleep.

Not long after midnight, there was movement downstairs.

"Mr. Han, are you back?"

The night watchman said that Han Sen was back. The butler immediately got dressed and went downstairs. He took the things in Han Sen's hands and helped Han Sen take off his coat thoughtfully.

After all, it was night, and the humidity in the forest was still a bit heavy. Han Sen walked into the room covered in damp mist, feeling chilly.

"Is Lutheran asleep?"

Han Sen looked up at the bedroom next to his bedroom. The light in the room leaked from under the door. It seemed that the light hadn't been turned off, and the sound of the TV could be heard faintly.

The butler put Han Sen's coat on his arm, turned around and hung it on the hanger by the door. He shook his head and said, "Mr. Nietzsche has been watching TV. I don't know if he's asleep or not. We didn't dare to bother him."

Han Sen knew Nietzsche's temperament, and these servants were only serving and serving, and had no right to interfere with Nietzsche's words and deeds.

If it makes him uncomfortable a little bit, then the ancestor may fly into a rage.

Han Sen frowned:

"What a bad habit, watch TV and see now."

Han Sen thought silently, it is better to tear off the TV in the house in the future. Han Xiu used to be addicted to watching the TV while holding the TV, but now Nietzsche is also watching TV. Watching TV is fine, but it can't affect the rest so late.

That person was already old, not a young guy anymore, Han Sen suddenly thought of those old grandpas and grandma who fell asleep while watching TV.

"Mr. Han, would you like some supper?"

The butler asked thoughtfully.

Han Sen waved his hand, reached out and loosened the tie around his neck,

"No need, dinner has been eaten, go down and rest, I'll go upstairs and have a look."

"Hey, okay, Mr. Han, go to bed early."

Han Sen raised his legs and went upstairs. He glanced at Han Xiu first, and then walked straight to the room where Nietzsche was sleeping.

"... what happened in the country of Saudi Arabia..."

When Han Sen walked to the door, he heard the sound of the TV. He pursed his lips in displeasure. The sound of the TV was quite loud.

Han Sen pushed open the door and entered the bedroom. He saw Nietzsche lying on his back on the bed with his eyes closed as if he was asleep. The lights were on and the TV was on.

This really affects the quality of sleep.

Han Sen scanned the room and found no trace of the remote control. Finally, he quietly walked to the front of the TV, pressed the button to turn off the TV, and then walked back to Nietzsche's bedside.

Nietzsche closed his eyes. He knew that Han Sen was back, but he didn't want to talk to Han Sen now.

Nietzsche also has a temper, and his temper is really big, but facing Han Sen, Nietzsche still suppressed the evil fire in his heart.

As long as, as long as you don't see that face, don't see Han Sen's face.

Nietzsche thought silently in his heart.

Nietzsche was covered with a thin quilt, and folded his hands in front of him. Han Sen sat down beside Nietzsche's bed, glanced around Nietzsche's body, and frowned slightly when he saw Nietzsche's fingers.

Han Sen picked up Nietzsche's right hand. The nails on Nietzsche's right hand were slightly red, as if stained with blood.

Han Sen's heart jumped, and he reached out to lift Nietzsche's quilt.

Nietzsche suddenly reached out and pressed Han Sen's palm,

"You're back?"

Nietzsche lay on the bed, looking straight at Han Sen.There is an indescribable look in the eyes.

Han Sen's whole body was stained with a faint smell of unfamiliar perfume, and Nietzsche frowned displeased.

"Why don't you know to turn off the TV when you sleep? Can you sleep with such noise?"

Han Sen glanced at Nietzsche, then picked up Nietzsche's finger, put it in front of Nietzsche himself, and asked blankly, "Lutheran, what's going on? Why are there blood stains on your fingertips?"

Lutheran is not an ordinary person, and it is impossible for him to stain his fingers with blood for no reason.

Moreover, Lutheran still has an indescribable cleanliness addiction, just like that, he fell asleep without washing?

Han Sen looked straight at Nietzsche.

Nietzsche shook off Han Sen's palm, and suddenly remembered his self-harm behavior just now: "It's nothing, I dropped a vase and hurt my finger."

"Don't drop these things next time!"

Han Sen scolded Nietzsche in a low voice.

Nietzsche snorted coldly:

"Why, why don't you bear it?"

Han Sen picked up Nietzsche's finger and looked at it carefully, then put it down, lowered his head and kissed Nietzsche's lips, "Good boy, go to bed early, I'll wait for you for breakfast tomorrow morning."

Just when Han Sen was about to get up, Nietzsche put his arm around Han Sen's neck, leaned his cheek against Han Sen's warm neck, and smelled the familiar smell on Han Sen's body: "Sen, I want to sleep with you, No one will hug me when I sleep like this.”

Han Sen gently stroked Nietzsche's soft long hair with one hand, and his eyes fell on Nietzsche's straight collarbone, "We slept separately recently, didn't I say that?"

Nietzsche didn't bother to ask any more questions. He just hugged Han Sen's neck tightly and refused to let Han Sen go. Where Han Sen couldn't see, there was an undisguised desire for dominance in his eyes, which was so strong that it made people afraid.

Han Sen didn't speak, but let Nietzsche hug him. There was no sound in the room, and it was quiet.

Han Sen suddenly felt Nietzsche's fingers sticking into his clothes, and his fingertips were pacing back and forth inside.

Han Sen pressed Nietzsche's finger:

"Uncle, why don't you do it?"

Nietzsche looked at Han Sen's serious expression, threw off Han Sen's arm fiercely, turned over and lay down on the bed.

Han Sen lay next to Nietzsche, curled his fingers around Nietzsche's hair, and whispered, "Lutheran, I'm thinking about what the meaning of life is at this moment."

"Whether it's pure physical contact or something more important, I've been clear for so long, but what about you? Actually, you're still obsessed with my body, aren't you?"

Nietzsche ignored him. This kind of thinking was never suitable for him, because he never considered the so-called life and the so-called meaning.

He thought very simple - he was happy with Han Sen, his body was happy, so everything was happy.

Isn't it right to seek pleasure from a person, what is Han Sen still thinking?

Lutheran really doesn't understand, is it wrong to be obsessed with his body?

Or, Han Sen didn't feel obsessed with his own body?

Nietzsche, who felt a headache, frowned angrily, curled up and did not speak.

"Good night, Lutheran."

Han Sen got up and kissed Nietzsche on the cheek, then got up and walked out, then turned back after a while, and took away a precious vase next to Nietzsche's bed, so as to prevent Nietzsche from suddenly going berserk, falling and hurting his fingers.

As soon as Han Sen's door was closed, Nietzsche sat up suddenly and sat on the edge of the bed. He looked around and saw that there was nothing to fall over. He simply picked up the pillow on his bed and slammed it on the opposite wall, venting his anger. After falling silent, Nietzsche tortured his thighs with both hands over and over again. Unable to deal with Han Sen, Nietzsche decided to deal with himself.

Anyway, whether the pain is on me or on Han Sen, the result is the same.

What is the difference between the two?