Imprisoned Crown of Thorns

Probably because he was a little tired from the torment before, Nietzsche lay on the bed and fell asleep slowly on his side.

When he fell asleep, it was obviously the most relaxing time for everyone. The servants cleaned up Nietzsche’s messy room carefully and as silently as possible, and then carefully retreated from Nietzsche’s room, as if the sleeping beauty It's like a dragon that can eat people.

No one dared to disturb his rest.

Except in the middle, Han Xiu was led by the housekeeper to the cleaned bedroom, holding a small album in his hand, sitting beside Nietzsche's bed, looking at Nietzsche quietly for a while, and then Han Xiu went out.

Han Xiu's personality is becoming more and more quiet now. He just sat quietly beside Nietzsche's bed, looked at Nietzsche's sleeping appearance, and was happily taken out by the housekeeper after holding hands with him. He was always in a drowsy sleep, but Han Xiu felt that Nietzsche was always by his side.

Even if his mother doesn't speak, as long as he can see his mother's face, Han Xiu will feel very happy.

"Won't Mommy come to dinner with us?"

As a result, Nietzsche didn't wake up before dinner. Han Xiu blinked and looked at the butler, wondering why Nietzsche didn't have dinner with him today. In the past, Nietzsche would eat with him almost every dinner.

Although Nietzsche doesn't eat much, Nietzsche always does his best to have dinner with Han Xiu - well, there is no such thing as what he can't do, Nietzsche has been raised by Han Sen all the time. There is nothing else to do.

Cold sweat dripped from the butler's forehead, and he said softly:

"Young master, Mr. Nietzsche is still resting."

Han Xiu snorted, raised his eyelids, and looked at the sumptuous food on the table in front of him, "Mom has already rested for an afternoon, and Dad said that Mom slept a lot and might feel uncomfortable. You wake him up."

The corner of the butler's mouth trembled, and he continued to speak softly:

"Son, if we servants wake up Mr. Nietzsche to rest for no reason, it may make Mr. Nietzsche unhappy..."

Han Xiu blinked his eyes, looking very innocent,

"No, my mother is a very gentle and easy-talking person, why do you think so?"

Really only you think so...

The butler stood by Han Xiu's side in embarrassment, and continued to coax Han Xiu. No matter what, Han Xiu was still a child, and sometimes he would be willful, "Son, do you think it's boring to eat alone? It's okay, Mr. Han will be back soon, I talked to him on the phone before, you can watch TV for a while, and wait for Mr. Han."

Han Xiu shook his little head, sighed helplessly, jumped off the chair, stood up, looked at the butler and said, "Why wait for Dad, Dad has a lot of things to do now, he is very busy, I Now I just want my mother to accompany me to dinner."

Han Xiu walked upstairs on his own, and the butler followed Han Xiu respectfully.

Han Xiu climbed upstairs and walked to Nietzsche's bedroom. The housekeeper immediately opened the door, and Han Xiu walked in quickly and lightly.

The light was not turned on in the room, and the light was dim. The housekeeper turned on the light under Han Xiu's instructions. Han Xiu turned his head and saw Nietzsche who was lying sideways on the bed and sleeping.

Han Xiu immediately walked over with a smile.

With a smile on his cheeks, Han Xiu looked straight at Nietzsche. Nietzsche in his sleep had a long breath, his brows were stretched, his red hair was scattered on the pillow under his cheeks, and his slender fingers rested on his fair cheeks. .

Han Xiu looked straight at Nietzsche, then reached out and pushed Nietzsche's wrist.

"Mother……"

Han Xiu softly called Nietzsche's name.

Nietzsche seemed to be in a deep sleep, and there was no movement. Han Xiu turned up the volume again, and shouted: "Mom, get up and have dinner!"

The sleep was disturbed, and Nietzsche seemed to be waking up soon, his brows were slightly frowned, and he looked very unhappy. It was a familiar expression of the housekeeper, which meant that Nietzsche might be about to get angry soon.

Sure enough, Nietzsche opened his eyes in displeasure.

Ahhh...he woke up, he woke up...Crying in his heart, the butler stooped unobtrusively, and stood silently behind the young Han Xiu, hoping that Nietzsche would see his little son, and try not to He noticed himself standing behind the little prince.

The tiger's venom doesn't eat children, so Nietzsche wouldn't lose his temper at Han Xiu, right? The housekeeper really never saw Nietzsche lose his temper at Han Xiu.

Seeing Nietzsche just opened his eyes, Han Xiu lowered his head with a smile, moved his face closer, kissed Nietzsche on the cheek, and said hello to Nietzsche sweetly: "Mom, good evening, Mom!"

Nietzsche saw that it was Han Xiu's face, which was very similar to his own. Nietzsche smiled and blinked, "Xiu, what are you calling mom for?"

The housekeeper looked at Nietzsche's smiling face, and remembered Nietzsche's harsh and ruthless words every time he woke up Nietzsche before, and felt that the contrast was really great!

Sure enough, it is different to my own flesh and blood!

Nietzsche moved towards the center of the bed, and then patted the place in front of him, "Xiu, come and lie down on the bed, come and talk to mom."

In fact, in the whole family, the attitude towards Han Xiu is more casual and democratic, and Nietzsche is really the only one.

For his own flesh and blood, Nietzsche never put forward any harsh requirements, and he was never very strict with Han Xiu, especially in terms of children's education, he always advocated that children should develop freely.

But as long as Han Sen intervenes, Nietzsche will obey Han Sen's arrangement. After all, Nietzsche never thought about having a child before, and his understanding of children is simply negligible. In fact, it can be said that he has no understanding at all.

Therefore, Han Sen is quite capable in this matter of childbearing, and his professionalism is far beyond Nietzsche's own imagination.

Compared with Nietzsche's not very positive attitude, Han Sen's concept is much more rigorous and positive. When Han Xiu was just over one year old, Han Sen specially asked experts to give Han Sen a multiple intelligence test on early childhood education. By observing the child's fingerprints, it is reasonable and scientific to analyze Han Xiu's natural talents and deficiencies, to cultivate Han Xiu's natural excellent characteristics, and then make up for the lack of innate intelligence.

Experts found that Han Xiu's innate visual-spatial intelligence can only be in an exceptionally superior position compared to other intelligences. The second only to visual-spatial intelligence is Han Xiu's logical intelligence, so it is extremely easy to have outstanding achievements in education and politics. .

So, after Han Xiu had strong hands-on ability, Han Sen quickly sent Han Xiu to learn Japanese heavy-color painting. Now Han Xiu really showed extraordinary talent and art appreciation ability.

Han Sen, who is a father and conscientious, said he was really, really satisfied.

Although he didn't kill Han Xiu's artistic talent in education, in life, Han Sen is in the habits of Orientals, and he still has high standards for children's words and deeds and daily life, which fully reflects the deep-rooted oriental parents. feudal.

Therefore, part of the reason why Han Xiu likes Nietzsche is also because Nietzsche, as one of the two parents, seems to have no special requirements for himself, and Han Xiu feels extremely relaxed.

He lowered his head and took off his shoes carefully, and climbed up with his hands supporting the edge of the bed. Han Xiu's soft body twisted and leaned into Nietzsche's arms, lying sideways beside Nietzsche.

Nietzsche waved his hand and signaled the butler to go out first. He planned to have some private conversations with Han Xiu.

Han Xiu imitated Nietzsche's appearance, with one hand under his cheek, and a pair of dark green eyes, looking directly at Nietzsche who was sleeping opposite him. spread out on each other's faces.

"Xiu, you've been reading for a whole day, do you feel tired?"

Nietzsche smiled, raised his hand and brushed Han Xiu's hair, and shaved Han Xiu's bangs behind his ears, looking intently at his youngest son.

Nietzsche suddenly felt that the child did not seem to be born by anyone else, but Han Sen gave birth to him.

Han Xiu enjoyed the rare tenderness between him and Nietzsche, his eyes fell on his mother's noble and elegant face, and he shook his head considerately: "Mom, I'm not tired~"

Han Xiu likes it very much, he likes his mother very, very much.

He stretched out his hand, wrapped his small arms around Nietzsche's beautiful neck, pressed his cheek against Nietzsche's chest, and rubbed his head back and forth on Nietzsche's body, like a lion cub before falling asleep, snorting softly. A few times, then giggled and said with a smile: "Mom~ Xiuhao likes mom~..."

Nietzsche raised his hand and touched Han Xiu's hairy head,

"Does Xiu really like mom?"

Han Xiu nodded vigorously, "I like it, like my mother!"

Nietzsche smiled softly,

"Then, mother asks you, if father finds another mother for you, will Xiu like it?"

Han Xiu raised his head suddenly in disbelief, looked at Nietzsche in surprise, his feet subconsciously curled up because of nervousness, "Mom... Mom, I don't want anyone, I just want Mom!"

Han Xiu's eyes were filled with tears, and there was a pained expression on his small face. Seeing that big tears were about to fall down, his small mouths were tightly pressed together, as if he was enduring something.

Nietzsche until Han Xiu now will not shed tears easily, he is really sad.

Looking down carefully at the big watery eyes of the little son who was suppressing crying, Nietzsche burst out laughing, raised his hand and hugged the little son tightly in his arms, looking at him with gloomy eyes. With the door closed tightly, he said word by word: "Xiu, there is no one else in this world who can be your mother except me."

"Be good, don't cry."

Hearing what Nietzsche said, Han Xiu immediately laughed, holding Nietzsche's neck tightly with his small hands, as if his mother would disappear from his sight as soon as he let go.

Until Han Xiu's emotions calmed down, Nietzsche reached out and patted Han Xiu's back, "Okay, Xiu, get up, if you don't go down for dinner, Dad will be angry."

Han Xiu seemed to get out of bed reluctantly. Although he was very hungry, he still missed his mother's warmth and fragrance.

"But Dad is not here, Mom, Xiu still wants to hug you."

Hearing that Han Xiu said that Han Sen was not there, Nietzsche frowned suddenly, stopped comforting the little son in his arms, quickly changed from lying down to sitting up, and said expressionlessly: "Are you serious? "

Han Xiu nodded. For some reason, his mother seemed to become unhappy. After blinking, Han Xiu nodded, "Yes, Mom, Dad went out and hasn't come back yet..."

Nietzsche got out of bed quickly, stood by the bed, opened the bedroom door, and stood in the corridor. His eyes scanned the hall back and forth, and he only saw the servants, not Han Sen.

Because according to the normal situation, as long as Han is at home, he must be sitting by the granite dining table with a book in his hand, waiting for him to come down to eat.Han Sen's living habits are fixed, no, almost unchanged.

Now that there is no one below, it can only prove that Han Sen is really not at home.

Nietzsche frowned somewhat annoyedly, and glanced around the hall with a displeased expression. Coincidentally, at this time, Mr. Butler came from the other end of the corridor. As soon as he went up to the second floor, he saw Mr. Nietzsche who had just woken up. The tall and straight profile, and the extremely unhappy expression.

The butler was hesitating whether to go there, because Mr. Nietzsche seemed to be thinking about something unhappy at this moment.

Just when the butler found a reason for himself to turn around and go downstairs, Nietzsche's cold voice came from outstretched hand: "Where is your master?"

Nietzsche began to speak without intonation.And even called his husband, Mr. Han, "your master"!

The housekeeper shook his body, turned to look at Nietzsche, with a friendly smile on his cheek, and said respectfully: "Mr. Nietzsche, Mr. Han went out at noon, and said that there is something he needs to go out to deal with, and he will be later." come back in time."

"When is later?"

Nietzsche narrowed his eyes slightly. Except for his company, Han Sen has never returned home so late in the years when he was by his side.

The steward said falteringly:

"Soon, there is still a short time."

"Short is as short as it is."

"half an hour!"

The butler closed his eyes and made a fuss about the time period.

Nietzsche looked directly at the housekeeper, turned around and waved to Han Xiu and said:

"Xiu, come out and have dinner with mom."

"Okay! Mom!"

Han Xiu's happy answer came from the room.

Nietzsche turned his head and glanced at the butler, and said expressionlessly:

"It's best to see your master come back in half an hour."

Under Nietzsche's stern gaze, the butler still nodded calmly, "Yes, Mr. Nietzsche. Then, you can go down and have dinner with the young master. The dinner has been prepared for you and the young master."

Nietzsche nodded, bent down and hugged Han Xiu in his arms,

"Did Han Sen say anything before he went out?"

Nietzsche asked.

The butler nodded,

"Mr. Han specifically told me that it is best to make your dinner light, and no spicy or pungent food is allowed."

So, Nietzsche walked to the dining table, and the first thing he saw was the light porridge placed in a delicate porcelain bowl.

Nietzsche felt in a worse mood, nothing could be worse than tonight.

Nietzsche hated Han Sen to the core.

Nietzsche hated porridge.