Imprisoned Crown of Thorns

Under Han Sen's special arrangements, Feng Bai finally got his wish and started to sell marijuana in the prison. Because Feng Bai's personality is lively and outgoing, and he has always been in the drug business, he is very familiar with the sales. Dao, business seems to have been doing well.

He sells marijuana to those addicts and those who can apply for parole. The trading places are mainly when he goes to each floor to deliver food every day, and when the prisoners are walking around in the playground and letting them out in groups, Feng Bai never let go of any opportunity to promote his products.

It has to be said that Feng Bai is a natural drug dealer and promoter.

At the same time, outside, Shen Zui was in charge of selling the cocaine, because the sales method was face-to-face sales with drug addicts, and they didn't have many people recruited under them, so Shen Zui had to do everything by himself.

Shen Zui saved a huge amount of money through various means, and would come to meet Han Sen every week.

When the business got better and better, Shenzui began to sell other kinds of drugs by the way, because cocaine is relatively expensive, and not everyone can afford it. Those inconspicuous ones look like small packets of white flour Cocaine is staggeringly expensive.

Shen Zui is a very intelligent person. For this purpose, he even set up a special club to hide it from others. It provides a special place for drug use. Shen Zui bought the best drug paraphernalia, and in this way attracts those customers who can afford it.

Their wealth is slowly accumulating, and their business and customers are like a snowball, getting bigger and bigger, and three years have passed by quickly.

Han Sen is now a young rich man with a huge net worth, but because Han Sen has always been calm and low-key, in the eyes of others, Han Sen is just a more stable man, and no one knows his worth and identity.

And all these years have been with Nietzsche.Being around a man like Lutheran, the subtle influence and the things he experienced around Nietzsche made Han Sen's emotions deeper and deeper. It only made people feel that this young man's eyes were bottomless.

Generally speaking, very few people can understand Han Sen's mind. They always feel that this man's city is terrible. When he glanced at it, Han Sen seemed to be looking at the world surrounded by layers of high walls. Can't see the scenery inside at all.

Even Nietzsche, who was always keen, didn't notice these tricks Han Sen was doing behind his back.

It can only be said that after several years of experience, Han Sen was able to hide himself more and more perfectly beside the moody and tyrannical Nietzsche.

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Four years later, the 30-year-old Han Sen was taller than Nietzsche, who was already very tall, and Nietzsche was over [-] years old. It didn't change with the passage of time, but gradually became more ruthless as he grew older.

Men have such a natural nature. The older they get, the less compassionate they become, and the more vicious they become.

The so-called gentleness and kindness and smiling faces of the male elders are actually deceiving.

No matter how ruthless young men look on the surface, there is more or less tender blood left over from puberty in their bones, and as they get older, the city will become deeper and their hearts will become more ruthless.

Han Sen met Nietzsche at the end of adolescence.Lutheran, the so-called innocent thoughts of those young boys have not yet been produced in the future, but they have disappeared under Nietzsche's cruel cleansing.

Therefore, when it comes to ruthlessness and city government, now apart from Nietzsche who brought him up with one hand.Lutheran, I'm afraid even a 40-year-old man can't compare to him.

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It is Christmas Eve now, and there is heavy snow outside. This year's heavy snow has been floating in the sky continuously for a whole night. At a glance, the sky and the earth are white and brilliant.

The next morning, the prison playground was covered with white snowflakes, and the window sills were also covered with snow.

According to the habit of many years, Han Sen got up early in the morning, took out the bucket and mop from the storage room of the prison, carried them to Nietzsche's room, filled the bucket with water, and put it behind the door of Nietzsche's room. Wet the mop and started mopping.

The heating was turned on in the room, and it was very warm. Han Sen took off his short coat and only wore a dark blue low-neck sweater. He pushed the sleeves up, exposing half of his arms.

Nietzsche was covered with a thin white quilt, lying on the bed in a fairly upright sleeping position, the thin quilt only covering his waist.

Han Sen put the mop in the bucket, walked to Nietzsche's bed, looked down at Nietzsche's sleeping face, his thick eyelashes completely covered his cold eyes.

The days are short and the nights are long in winter. When Han Sen entered the door, the outside world was still dark, only the street lamp standing in front of the prison building was flickering in the snow, and the light was dense.

The pale golden radiance of the street lamp outside the window fell on Nietzsche's cheeks. Nietzsche's crimson hair slightly shone with luster, and the hair on both sides of his cheeks softly stuck to his ears, and his fair face looked even more tender. Bai Shengxue.

Because he was too lazy to get a haircut, Nietzsche's hair grew very long after a few years. Although it was trimmed occasionally in a few years, it still grew below his shoulders.

Those incomparably bright crimson hair scattered randomly on the cheeks, making Nietzsche's already amazing appearance even more charming. Every time he stops at a certain place at random, the innate noble temperament that surrounds the whole body It is so strong that people dare not look directly at it.

In fact, for so long, Nietzsche was able to stand firmly on the mafia leader Nietzsche.The man next to Lutheran was always Han Sen.

Han Sen stared straight at Nietzsche for a while, bent down and stretched out his hand to gently brush the crimson hair that covered his eyebrows and eyes while sleeping, and then stretched out his hand to gently pull up the quilt that Nietzsche covered his body, covering him On his chest, he took his exposed left hand in and stuffed it under the quilt.

Then Han Sen turned around and started mopping the floor.

After cleaning everything inside and out, Han Sen took the kettle and filled it with cold water, then went to the cafeteria wearing only a sweater to get some baguettes, and then went to the laundry room to pick up the coat and underwear that Nietzsche sent for washing. After returning, he finally walked straight to Nietzsche's room.

When he entered the door, Nietzsche had already woken up, barefoot, wearing a pair of black boxer bottoms and barefoot, sitting on the sofa next to the bed, smoking a cigarette, and then holding the snow-white cigarette in his hand, Rest your wrist on the edge of the sofa and let it burn slowly.

Han Sen noticed that Nietzsche was only wearing a low-necked navy blue sweater.

"Sleep for a while?"

Han Sen looked at Nietzsche,

"Christmas is coming, the prison has activities recently, there is nothing to do, you can get up later."

Christmas is just around the corner, and now all clubs in the prison are preparing for activities. On Christmas night, the prison also announced that prisoners are allowed to invite family members to celebrate together.

"I don't want to sleep."

Nietzsche said lightly, leaning his head against the wall, closing his eyes slightly, his mood seemed to be a little unhappy, his expression looked very unhappy, the thick eyelashes cast a circle of blue shadows under his eyes, and the snow-white high-end cigarettes were in his eyes. There was a slow burning between the slender fingers, and the room was filled with Han Sen's familiar faint scent of cigarettes that Nietzsche often smoked.

The hot water has been boiled, Han Sen put the long bread on the dining table, took the teapot off the counter, made the tea, brought it to the tea table next to Nietzsche's sofa, put the clean ashtray by Nietzsche's hand, and got up Hang up all dry clothes.

"Have some tea, I just made it."

Han Sen looked up at Nietzsche, then squatted down in front of him, took Nietzsche's feet, and put black men's socks on them.

"Ah."

Nietzsche hummed in a low voice, picked up his teacup and took a sip of hot tea slowly.

Since a year ago, Han Sen stopped letting Nietzsche drink coffee every day.

Because Nietzsche was already a 30-year-old man at that time, Han Sen quietly replaced the coffee with tea.And these teas are the top tea leaves that Han Sen made Shen Zui bring back from China.

Nietzsche usually doesn't care about these things. He has always been a man who is served by others, and he doesn't seem to find anything imprecise. As long as Han Sen brings something up, he drinks whatever. He never asked where these things come from. Yes, why don't you drink coffee now.

Han Sen did everything well, Nietzsche didn't bother to ask, he never asked about these trivial matters.

"The hot water is ready."

Han Sen looked at Nietzsche, tore the long bread into small pieces and put them on the plate.

Nietzsche nodded, raised his hand and pressed out the burning cigarette that he had only smoked for a couple of puffs, got up and went to the bathroom to wash up.

Han Sen tore the bread, poured two glasses of hot water, and walked in. When he walked to the bathroom, Han Sen stood behind Nietzsche, and took out a rubber band to tie up Nietzsche's long hair so that he could wash his face. .

"Good day."

Han Sen lowered his head and gently kissed Nietzsche's slender and fair neck. Nietzsche narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at Han Sen who was already taller than himself in the mirror.

Han Sen raised his head, met Nietzsche's gaze in the mirror, pulled his lips and smiled at Nietzsche, then bent down, pulled off Nietzsche's underpants, and put his head in his mouth.

Nietzsche let out a low snort, then let Han Sen do what he did, and stood by the sink to wash himself.

Han Sen sucked it in deeply, put his right hand under the underpants, put it on Nietzsche's buttocks and caressed slowly, and pinched Nietzsche's slender calf with his left hand.

After a while, Han Sen sucked out all the things that should be sucked out, and then swallowed them all.

Nietzsche stretched out his hand, tugged at his lips, and patted Han Sen's face with a happy expression, "Good boy, you make uncle very comfortable."

Then he quickly suppressed his expression, turned around and went straight out of the bathroom.

Han Sen stood up, licked his lips silently, looked at Nietzsche's tall and elegant back and his narrow hips, and followed him out.

Nietzsche sat at the table and had breakfast. Han Sen walked over, let go of Nietzsche's hair, tied it up, and placed it on the left side of his shoulder.

After the two finished their breakfast, Han Sen followed Nietzsche into the snow and followed a group of Italians. The muscular man has been sticking behind Nietzsche for some reason, even though Nietzsche fucked him After two times, I stopped fucking him, but the ghost always lingered.

Han Sen glanced at him expressionlessly, and the muscular man also looked at Han Sen with disdain.

Han Sen turned his face away with a cold expression.

In front of my eyes is the snow white of the ground, and the world is covered with silver.