Imprisoned Crown of Thorns

The next morning, Han Sen woke up very early, while Nietzsche was still asleep. Han Sen raised his hand and tried Nietzsche's forehead. Nietzsche's forehead was not as hot as yesterday, and his breathing was very steady.

Last night, Nietzsche was like a swaying flower vine, tightly entangled Han Sen, and Han Sen could clearly feel the existence of the people around him even if he dreamed back at midnight.

Han Sen lifted the quilt, got out of bed, then picked up Nietzsche's palm, took off the bandage on his hand while he was asleep, put on the medicine, wrapped a new bandage, and covered Nietzsche on his body The quilt was pulled to the top, Han Sen put on his clothes and went to the bathroom to wash up, then opened the door and walked out of the bedroom.

When Han Sen came out, he stood in the corridor on the second floor and took a sip slowly with a cup of tea in his hand.

Han Sen saw through the window that the doctor who was invited to rest at home last night was standing in front of the garden and having a conversation with the housekeeper. He seemed to be in a good mood, and he was twisting his waist while chatting. Simple stretching exercises.

What a lively doctor.

"Good morning, Doctor."

Han Sen walked over and greeted the doctor.

"Good morning, Mr. Han."

The doctor smiled at Han Sen.

As I said before, the varieties of roses in Hansen’s garden are all the roses imported from the Netherlands. The flowers are not very big, but the stems are straight and long, and the colors of the flowers are unusually bright. They stand tall and elegant. Noble, the posture of the flowers attached to the torso is very dignified.

The doctor stared straight at the roses in the garden. The morning dew fell on them. The roses were delicate and beautiful, and exuded a strong fragrance.

The doctor took a deep breath and said with a smile:

"Mr. Han, this piece of roses is probably a rare variety. It is really beautiful. If those beautiful women in Rome saw it, they would definitely scream with their faces covered."

Han Sen smiled silently,

"These words were planted during the two years when my wife was away, and now that he is back, they will be pulled out soon."

The doctor said in surprise: "Why?! These roses are really beautiful and delicate! You have raised them very well!"

It is rare to raise such a rare breed, and it is still raised so well, the doctor feels more or less a pity.

Han Sen shook his head,

"No matter how well it is raised, it is useless if the owner here doesn't like it. Lutheran is very tired of these flowers. I plan to remodel the whole garden."

It seems that Han Sen intends to pull out these beautiful roses for Nietzsche Lutheran.

The doctor said with some emotion, "Mr. Han, you are really a considerate man."

In fact, Han Sen's considerate side can be seen at this time, but it still gave the doctor a lot of shock.

"If a husband doesn't obey his wife, he will definitely not live comfortably."

Han Sen turned his head to look at the doctor. After all, after many years of family life, he seemed deeply moved.

In fact, Han Sen has always known that starting a family, marrying a wife and having children is not an easy task, and everything needs to be done with heart.Details are actually important.

"I gave Lutheran an injection last night, and his fever is almost gone now, so he should be fine, right?"

Han Sen was worried about Nietzsche's health, so he hurriedly asked the doctor. After all, doctors are the most professional in this kind of matter.

The doctor shook his head,

"If Mr. Nietzsche's high fever subsided a little this morning, he should hit the iron with heat, at least get another injection, or hang on the water twice."

Han Sen nodded thoughtfully,

"Mr. Han, since Mr. Nietzsche is better, I'll go back first and won't bother you here."

"Let's go after breakfast."

Han Sen thoughtfully persuaded the doctor to have breakfast at home.

"Okay Mr. Han, I just asked my assistant to deliver the drip medicine as soon as possible, and I think it will be at the house soon. With the instructions for use and precautions, my assistant will also introduce it to you in detail. You can do it Do it yourself."

The doctor is very reassuring to Han Sen, and no matter what Han Sen does, it makes people feel at ease.

"Okay, thank you very much, doctor."

Han Sen ordered the housekeeper to let the servant prepare breakfast for the doctor first, and let the doctor stay at home after breakfast and then go home. He didn't want to keep him anymore, and then went up to the second floor to see Han Xiu.

When Han Sen went upstairs, the door of Han Xiu's bedroom was already open, and the maid who helped Han Xiu sleep and get up was dressing Han Xiu, "I'll dress myself,"

The servants in the house are very diligent, wishing to take care of all the things that Han Xiu has at hand, and try not to let Han Xiu do it.

But in fact, what they didn't know was that Han Xiu, a child, now had his own initiative, and many things made him curious.

Like all children who are curious about the world, he is eager to do something by himself, so now he doesn't like the people around him to help him with every detail.

But under Han Sen's old-fashioned education, Han Xiu will not be particularly rebellious, nor will he clearly show his thoughts in front of outsiders. He has long been able to hide his thoughts like his father Han Sen. Sometimes it even gives people a very simple feeling.

"No, I can dress myself."

Han Xiu smiled sweetly at the maid who was dressing him, then politely dodged the maid's fingers, lowered his head and began to button his own clothes.

"Do you really need my help?"

The maid smiled and looked at Han Xiu with a gentle expression, just like looking at her own son. Compared with those naughty children in the surrounding circle, Han Xiu is really very cute.

Han Xiu shook his head, lowered his head and carefully fiddled with his buttons, and put on his clothes in a decent manner, "Do you really need my help? Then I'll go out first."

The maid raised her hand and touched Han Xiu's head.

Han Xiu gave a low acknowledgment, turned around and picked up his pants as if to put them on.

The maid looked at Han Xiu with a smile, turned around and planned to leave and wait for him downstairs, when she turned around, she saw the owner Han Sen in the corridor by the door.

The maid was taken aback, Han Sen waved her hand to signal her to go down first, the maid nodded, picked up Han Xiu's changed clothes, and walked past Han Sen, when he turned his head, Han Sen was still standing at the door with a blank expression on his face Looking at the youngest son who is struggling with the clothes on his body.

Han Sen looked at his youngest son quietly. This child is Nietzsche's own flesh and blood.

From the beginning to the end, Han Sen just longed for a plain family life, with a partner, a child, and a relatively prosperous life. This is all Han Sen wanted. Han Sen was never someone who wanted a lot. Enough.

But later Han Sen realized that it is easy to be vigorous, but ordinary is the rarest thing in the world.

Han Sen planned to settle down a long time ago. He hates change—he doesn't like all changes in life, so he wants to use the traditional method taught by the older generation and parents to use his children to keep Nietzsche. Come down, but I didn't expect that there would be a gap in the middle.

Han Sen doesn't regret having to bear the consequences of these mistakes. Now he can live and work in peace and contentment. Han Sen feels that everything is perfect.

Want to wait for something, and always have to give something at the same time.

He had always wanted a child who looked very similar to Nietzsche. It could be a boy or a girl, so the choice of the child's mother was also a race very similar to Nietzsche. Han Sen had long since had nothing against that girl. I was impressed, but he vaguely remembered that the girl was healthy, lively and cheerful, so it was probably because Han Xiu had lived as a single parent for more than two years and did not become withdrawn and gloomy. Attracted, Han Xiu loved his mother deeply from beginning to end.

Because the parent race is very similar to Nietzsche, the similarity between Han Xiu and Nietzsche is very high, almost a miniature version of Nietzsche.However, Han Xiu's personality is obviously completely different from Nietzsche's.

Looking at the young son who was dressed earnestly, and his beautiful shiny red hair shone with faint halos in the light outside the window, Han Sen silently guessed what Nietzsche looked like when he was a child.

If Nietzsche was a few years older than himself, he could actually be his father. Han Sen felt that it was very rude and unreasonable to guess the life of the previous generation. He vaguely felt that it was a bit unreasonable.

But, would Nietzsche Lutheran's father take care of Nietzsche as hard as he took care of Han Xiu?

Nietzsche didn't care too much about Han Xiu, and Han Sen could clearly feel that it might have something to do with the family education he had received since he was a child.

Nietzsche must have been someone who did not receive much paternal and maternal love.

So, so far, Han Sen has always felt that Nietzsche Lutheran, a well-deserved cold-blooded elder, has no love and care for the younger generation.

When Han Sen followed Nietzsche in his early years, he was not taken care of. Instead, he was always taking care of the man.

Han Sen's life has always had the meaning of being forced to mature.

"Annoying..."

A button on Han Xiu's trousers couldn't be buttoned. Han Xiu pressed it for a long time but couldn't get it done. The child who was full of patience just now finally got a little impatient.

Han Sen watched him struggle for a while, smiled softly, walked over with strides, picked up Han Xiu's finger that was fingering his button, and easily buttoned it.

"Thank you dad."

Han Xiu smiled at Han Sen, turned his head to look at himself in the mirror, raised his hand, imitated the adults, and touched his face with a firm expression, "Dad, what do you think I look like?"

Han Sen looked at his youngest son, whose desire for knowledge and performance became more and more obvious. Han Sen smiled amusedly, then sat on the sofa beside the bed, facing his youngest son, his eyes fell on his face , "Son, Dad wants to tell you, you must remember that it is strength, not appearance, that men conquer the world and achieve supremacy."

Han Xiu nodded half-understanding, and blinked his eyes.

Han Sen looked at his youngest son with a puzzled innocent expression, and finally reached out and patted Han Xiu on the head, "However, Dad still wants to say, you are so good today, you can dress yourself, and you look very good today." good."

Han Xiu, who was praised, looked at his father a little shyly, because his father rarely praised him, and Han Sen was mostly serious and rigid.

"Dad, I can actually dress myself a long time ago, and they all said I did a good job."

Han Xiu rarely showed a proud expression, looking up at Han Sen.

Han Sen reached out to hug Han Xiu in his arms, stood up from the sofa, and asked Han Xiu with a gentle expression, "Son, do you want to visit your mother?"

Han Xiu immediately nodded happily,

"Dad, Dad, fix it and miss Mom!"

Han Sen nodded,

"Mom is not feeling well now. Mom is sick. When you see mom later, you must speak in a low voice, do you understand?"

Han Xiu nodded vigorously, and was carried by his father towards Nietzsche's bedroom.

When Han Sen pushed open the door of Nietzsche's bedroom, Nietzsche just woke up leisurely.