Imprisoned Crown of Thorns

Now that it is almost Christmas, the sky is finally full of snow.

Han Sen walked to the playground covered in heavy snow and leaned against the barbed wire fence surrounding the playground.

Because of the heavy snowfall, many prisoners ran out, had snowball fights, made snowmen, and a few were chasing and fighting in the snow like children.

"Hi, Han Sen."

Shen Zui walked out with his head locked. When he saw Han Sen over there, he reached out to greet him. Han Sen also waved at him: "Good morning, Shen Zui."

Shen Zui wanted to go forward and talk to Han Sen, but when he turned his head, he saw Nietzsche and the others walking over. Shen Zui was a smart person, and seemed to be aware of Nietzsche.Lutheran didn't like being close to Han Sen very much, so he said sensiblely: "I'll go first. Han Sen, see you later."

After saying this sentence, the intoxicated eyes glanced at Nietzsche.Lutheran.

Han Sen looked at Shen Zui's face with a gentle smile, nodded and said, "See you later."

Nietzsche and the others usually come out at this time, and Xia Zuo, Matthew, Markle, and Joe are all familiar with cigarettes in their mouths and follow behind Nietzsche.

Although Han Sen is already one of them, the most he does is to clean Nietzsche's room every day, serve coffee and newspapers to all of them at noon, go to the kitchen to get French baguettes, and go to the laundry room To pick up the clothes that Nietzsche left there the day before.

Nietzsche specifically told Han Sen to wash the clothes himself, then dry them himself before taking them out. The last thing is that whenever Nietzsche wants to "do business", Han Sen must accompany him to "do business" .

And when they made public appearances, they never called Han Sen. It seemed that a Chinese like Han Sen was one of them, which would make them feel ashamed.

Nietzsche himself didn't say anything, but from the cold and unfriendly attitude of the people around Nietzsche towards him, Han Sen could infer that Nietzsche.Lutheran probably didn't like himself either.

Han Sen stared straight at Nietzsche, who was walking from the prison building over there. He was wearing a long black coat, and his hands with black gloves were placed quietly by his side. His crimson hair became longer, and his hair The ends of the silk curled on both sides of Nietzsche's fair cheeks. There was no obvious expression on his gorgeous face. Xia Zuo, who had long black curly hair, followed closely beside Nietzsche.

The few people behind Nietzsche were smoking, but Nietzsche didn't. Han Sen knew that Nietzsche never smoked in public, probably because of his innate self-cultivation. Nietzsche cared more about his own image than Han Sen imagined.

Han Sen glanced at Xia Zuo, then turned his head and looked straight at the people playing basketball in the middle of the playground. They were playing basketball together.

Xia Zuo cast a gloomy glance at Han Sen who was leaning against the wire fence, then quickly walked over, wiped the bench that Han Sen had wiped clean, and looked at Han Sen with a sweet smile. Nietzsche said, "Boss, please sit down."

Nietzsche sat down silently, just sat there upright, without any expression, as if he didn't see anything, and seemed to see everything in his eyes, which was unpredictable.

Han Sen cast a sideways glance at Nietzsche's thin side face, which was still as cold as ice.

"Fuck you! Who the hell hit me?!"

"Fuck! I just hit you! What's wrong? Yellow pig! Do you have any other opinions?!"

"Who the hell are you calling a yellow boar? Damn nigger! Fuck you!"

"You try to curse again?!...Yes! I mean you are called a yellow pig! What's wrong?!..."

"..."

On the huge playground, the people who were playing basketball just now suddenly seemed to explode, and suddenly a group of blacks and Chinese began to fight in the middle of the playground.

A group of people were swearing at the blacks in English, while another group stood outside and cursed directly in Chinese.

The playground was suddenly in a mess, filled with Chinese "national curse" mixed with various local accents. Han Sen is not a person who likes to swear, but this made Han Sen inexplicably feel very kind .

Han Sen saw Shen Zui in the middle of the fight, and the boss of the group of Chinese. Han Sen recognized him. His name was Hong Jian, and they all called him Ricky. Many of these Chinese were new this year. It came, so some began to be out of Nietzsche's control. In the past, as long as Nietzsche was present, no one would fight in front of Nietzsche.

The noise of the quarrel was getting louder, Shen Zui and that brother Jian and the leader of the group of black people were fighting between the two groups. They didn't want to make a scene with the jailer, but it was still a bit difficult to control under the excitement of the crowd.

Han Sen stood behind Nietzsche, watching with great interest the two groups of them making noise together.

Nietzsche was still looking straight at the two groups of people arguing, looking like they were about to start a fight, with no expression on his face.

Suddenly, Nietzsche turned around and asked Han Sen in a deep voice, "Who is the leader of that group of Chinese people?"

Han Sen blinked, turned his head and pointed to Hong Jian who was standing in the middle wearing a black jacket, bent down, and whispered to him, "That's the one in the black jacket, everyone calls him Brother Jian ( Ricky), the leader of that group, his full name is Hong Jian."

Nietzsche nodded, and turned his head again, with a displeased expression on his face. Nietzsche has always been very impatient with such out-of-control scenes, especially when it happened under his nose.

Xia Zuo turned his head and saw Nietzsche's expression. Knowing that Nietzsche felt uncomfortable, he quickly stood up and walked towards the middle of the two groups of people.

"Hey! Have you guys had enough? Don't bark like a dog here! Didn't you see Mr. Nietzsche here? You guys are really noisy, you know? Get out of here immediately!"

Xia Zuo said these words to the leaders of the two parties with a grim expression, and then stretched out both hands to push the two confronting people away.

The two quickly dismissed both parties, and the playground returned to tranquility again, with heavy snow still falling slowly in front of them.

After the matter was settled, Xia Zuo walked back quickly. The chair Nietzsche was sitting on was very spacious. Xia Zuo sat down beside Nietzsche, put his hands on the chair behind him, and said loudly: "Are these idiot Chinese people like him?" They are idiots, they like to make noise everywhere, they screw up all good things! They know how to fight and make trouble all day long, why can't they just shrink back into their fucking stomachs?!"

Xia Zuo had a beautiful and delicate face, with slender eyebrows and big eyes, and he said these insulting words with a smile. Han Sen turned his head and found that Xia Zuo was looking straight at him, and it was obvious that he was talking about himself.

Han Sen turned his head and stopped looking at Xia Zuo. He pursed his lips tightly and didn't speak, just stood there silently.