Imprisoned Crown of Thorns

It snowed heavily last night, but for Han Sen, who is naturally hot, it wasn't cold at all.

In order to pass the time in the prison, Han Sen, who had always wanted to exercise, borrowed a basketball from a Muslim who was more talkative and started playing basketball on the playground.

The snow that fell on the playground had been cleaned up overnight by the jailers, so it was relatively convenient to move around.

Although Han Sen is not as tall as Nietzsche, he is approaching [-], and he is only [-] years old now, so he still has a lot of room for growth in the future.

He used to play basketball a lot, and with his good height, he played basketball quite well.

The two were sweating, Shen Zui smiled at Han Sen, reached out and patted Han Sen's shoulder and said, "Hi, Han Sen, let's take a bath together tonight."

Han Sen nodded: "No problem."

"Then do you have time to sit in my room? We can sit together and have a good talk."

Shen Zui asked again.

Han Sen shook his head and put on his coat, "If Nietzsche doesn't look for me at night, I'll go to your place and sit down."

Shen Zui nodded, and patted Han Sen on the shoulder again:

"Why, now he is Mr. Nietzsche's right-hand man. As a foreigner, he can mix with these Italians who are xenophobic to a certain extent. It's really promising, Brother Hansen!"

Hearing Shen Zui's words, Han Sen coughed in a low voice. Nietzsche came to him at night just for pure sex.

Han Sen turned his head and suddenly found that Nietzsche was only looking straight at him, with no expression on his face. Han Sen immediately turned sideways silently, letting the palm of Shen Zui's body slide down.

Probably because of the exercise, the whole morning was over soon, and the time seemed to pass quickly. Han Sen looked at the time. Nietzsche and the others had already got up and walked towards the prison building. It was already lunch time.

Han Sen looked at Nietzsche's back, turned his head and said to Shen Zui:

"See you later. If Nietzsche doesn't ask me to do something tonight, I'll go to your place."

Han Sen really admired his righteous words and said these words, if Shen Zui knew that he and Nietzsche.Lutheran has been doing that kind of thing all the time, so he doesn't know what to think, but when Han Sen said these words, his face was still blushing and his heart was beating.

Shen Zui nodded Han Sen, "Go."

Han Sen immediately followed into the prison building. Nietzsche and the others would have lunch in a fixed activity room at this time of day and discuss some topics.

The young man Han Sen brought coffee, bread, and newspapers for them, and brought Nietzsche's clothes that he washed the day before from the drying room of the laundry room.

Sure enough, when Han Sen came in, they were already sitting there. Nietzsche was wearing a black low-necked sweater today, as before, sitting on the sofa with a blank expression on his face. When he saw Han Sen coming in, Stretching out his finger, Han Sen knew that he wanted to smoke a cigarette, so he quickly handed a snow-white cigarette to Nietzsche, and said in a low voice, "I'll light a cigarette for you, Mr. Nietzsche."

Nietzsche nodded, reached out to bite the cigarette in his mouth, and Han Sen bent down with a lighter to light the cigarette for Nietzsche.

"Okay, let's start talking."

Nietzsche took a deep puff of the cigarette until the transparent white mist of high-end cigarettes was slowly exhaled from his thin red lips, then he began to speak, and sat on the sofa with his legs crossed.

Xia Zuo gave Han Sen a vicious look.

"I'll get clothes, newspapers, and bread."

After finishing speaking, Han Sen quickly walked out, went to the laundry room to take out Nietzsche's expensive coat, went back to Nietzsche's room to hang up the clothes one by one, then turned around and went to the kitchen to get them. He brought out four loaves of baguette, and picked up the newspaper when he walked to the police station.

When entering the door, Han Sen reached out and put the long bread on the dining table. The dining table was already full of things, and only the bread was missing as the main meal.

Xia Zuo and Michael were talking about something, Matthew and Joe reached out and tore the bread, Nietzsche was smoking silently while listening to Xia Zuo.

"Boss, we can't just let it go. The new jailer is the son of Prosecutor Charlie. He is here to find fault with us. I feel uncomfortable seeing his face."

Xia Zuo said that there is a new guard in the prison, because almost all the guards have been bought and controlled by Nietzsche and the others. As long as a guard is not theirs and is not bought, then everything will be troublesome.

"It's all Joe's fault for putting that goddamn Charlie's young wife to sleep! Well now, that Charlie is sending his son over here to find fault with us! When I was watching this morning, that little bastard let Be careful! Damn it, if I'm outside, I'll kill him with a single shot! What a bitch, you talk to me like that! Fuck!"

Hearing what Xia Zuo said, Qiao retorted back not to be outdone:

"He didn't know about the fact that I slept with his wife, okay? And, even if he knew, it wasn't because of this reason, but because that old bastard, Charlie, was already upset with us! That old guy It's just a smelly and hard rock! No one has ever been able to bribe him, okay!?"

"..."

Nietzsche quietly listened to their quarrel without speaking, but turned to look at Han Sen and said, "Have you got my newspaper?"

Han Sen nodded and quickly handed the newspaper to Nietzsche. Nietzsche took the newspaper and opened it to read.

Matthew couldn't stand the quarrel between Xia Zuo and Qiao, so he turned to Han Sen and said:

"Han Sen, bring us a cup of coffee."

"Either everyone?"

Han Sen asked.

Matthew nodded.

Han Sen first brewed coffee for Nietzsche without adding anything, and then poured it for the other four. Basically, until now, Han Sen has been doing all the work of serving tea and water.

After pouring the coffee, Han Sen lit another cigarette for Nietzsche.

Xia Zuo suddenly patted the table viciously and stood up. He raised his finger and pointed at Han Sen, and said with a ferocious expression: "Hey, you yellow monkey, can you get out now?! You are not from our Italians, why do you get out every day?" Stay with us! Don't fuckin' face me, get the hell out of me now! Why don't you go? Why don't you hang out with that goddamn Chinese out there? They're your brothers! Just leave me when you're done Hurry up! Hurry up!!"

Han Sen glanced at Xia Zuo lightly, but didn't speak.

With a cigarette in his hand, Nietzsche waved at Han Sen expressionlessly,

"Go out when you're done."

Compared to Nietzsche.For the group of people around Lutheran, Nietzsche probably didn't care much about Han Sen's existence.

Han Sen went to the sink to wash his hands, threw away the rag, then turned around and walked out without hesitation.

Although Han Sen is very obedient in front of Nietzsche, it doesn't mean that he is not without temper.

Just in time, Nietzsche will not ask me to satisfy his dirty desires there tonight!

I can't wait to be like this every day!

Although Han Sen thought so in his heart, the anger still urged him to walk quickly towards his cell. He needed to be quiet now.

When he reached the door of Shen Zui's cell, Han Sen stopped suddenly and knocked on the door, "Shen Zui, are you there?"

"Come in, Han Sen."

There was an intoxicated voice inside, and Han Sen quickly opened the door and walked in.

Shen Zui looked at Han Sen's cold expression, and smiled slightly,

"Why, I'm in a bad mood."

Han Sen nodded, but didn't say anything. He has never been the type to complain in front of others. Even if he is not old now, he is still like this. He never complains to others, but keeps it in his heart silently, but After all, he is just a big boy now, and it can still be seen that Han is very unhappy at the moment after reading countless intoxications.

Shen Zui smiled softly, reached out and patted Han Sen's shoulder, then turned around and poured a cup of hot tea for Han Sen, looked at Han Sen and said, "Han Sen, you are my good brother, maybe we can be together forever Friends, think about it, how interesting it is to meet in prison! Isn't it?"

Han Sen nodded silently, "Thank you, Shen Zui, but I'm not a person who likes to complain."

Shen Zui grinned and looked straight at Han Sen:

"You are not a person who likes to complain, but you may not think of things in a good way. I think that no matter what happens in life, we should all think in a good way, right? For example... "

Shen Zui took a book from the shelf behind him, then opened the middle page, put it in front of Han Sen, took out a photo, and showed Han Sen:

"Look who this is?"

Han Sen picked up the photo and looked at it carefully. In the photo was a very pure oriental girl with big eyes, standing in a garden full of flowers, with clumps of rhododendrons in full bloom behind her.

"Is it beautiful?"

Shen Zui smiled softly and patted Han Sen's arm.

Han Sen nodded, put down the photo, looked up at Shen Zui,

"It's a very beautiful girl, is she your girlfriend?"

Shen Zui nodded:

"We grew up together, and we decided to be together when we were very young. I love her very much. In fact, when I was here at the beginning, I was often bullied. It was miserable at that time, but For her sake, I told myself that I must survive and go out to see her unscathed, no matter what tragic things happen to me, I will bear it."

Han Sen stared straight at the floating spots of light in Shen Zui's dark eyes, and nodded silently.

Shen Zui went on to say:

"You too, think about some good things, think about what you want to do in the future, what kind of person you want to be, think about that scene, think about the moment when your dreams come true, and you feel that the pain you are accepting now is nothing. "

Han Sen turned his head and looked out the window, narrowing his eyes slightly.

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The next day was Saturday, Han Sen and Shen Zui made an appointment to go to the prison library to read books together, and then went to class.

Because he has persisted in the course for a whole year, Han Sen now looks like a fish in water, and the knowledge in the book is also very attractive to him. In order to absorb more knowledge, he often goes to the library to borrow books, and then returns to his own I read carefully in my room.

"How does it feel, economics sounds pretty good today, doesn't it?"

Shen Zui put his arm on Han Sen's shoulder and looked at Han Sen with a smile. Han Sen nodded, "I believe I can pass the exam."

Shen Zui raised his eyebrows: "Of course, you can definitely pass the test, you are so smart."

The two were talking, and accidentally pretended to be someone, Han Sen hurriedly apologized politely: "I'm sorry."

"idiot."

The man gave Han Sen a mocking look, with a contemptuous smile on his lips.

Han Sen saw that he was a Chinese with black eyes and black hair.

Han Sen suddenly turned around and stopped him: "I'm sorry, but who do you call an idiot?"

The man pulled his lips and smiled: "I mean you are an idiot."

Han Sen slammed his foot on the man's stomach, and the man held his stomach. Several people behind him came to support the man, and then looked at Han Sen angrily. They knew that Han Sen was covered by Nietzsche, and it was their fault. started.

But Han Sen is now in Nietzsche.Lutheran's side hasn't gained power yet, it's not Nietzsche.As Lutheran's right-hand man, some people still dare to provoke him.

Han Sen asked coldly:

"Who did you call an idiot?"

The man yelled viciously:

"Damn, I just say you're an idiot! Idiot! You fucking think about which country you are from? Are you Chinese? You're still hanging out with those Italians! What the hell are you a traitor! Idiot !"

Han Sen narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at the man, then clenched his fists and made a gesture to walk over. Han Sen just wanted to beat that bastard hard.

Shen Zui pulled Han Sen violently, stood between the two, and said to the man, "Han Sen is free to do whatever he wants, please pay attention to your manners, can you please? Has Han Sen offended you?" Why do you say that about him? Please pay attention to your manners!"

After finishing speaking, he pulled Han Sen vigorously towards the stairs leading upstairs.

Many people gathered around.

"Alright, Han Sen, let's go."

Shen Zui pulled Han Sen.

Han Sen collected his expression, nodded, followed Shen Zui and walked upstairs.

The people behind were still insulting loudly, Shen Zui yelled:

"Fuck you! Go find those awesome Italians if you have the guts to pick them, don't be so fucking rude!"

After finishing speaking, Shen Zui dragged Han Sen to go upstairs angrily, and cast an angry glance at the man as he walked.

Han Sen was in a very awkward situation until now. He was neither accepted by the Italians nor the Chinese, and was very awkwardly caught in the middle.

But Han Sen was only forced. Under such circumstances, what Han Sen had to do was to protect himself as much as possible.

In fact, there are many Chinese people who work for Nietzsche, but they are all so-so. Han Sen sticks to Nietzsche's side all day, and naturally some people don't like him.

"Han Sen, brother, it is impossible to please everyone. The way to prove yourself is to conquer everyone with strength."

Shen Zui said so and reached out to pat Han Sen on the shoulder.

Han Sen nodded, turned and entered his room.