17. Hangover

Gerson suddenly opened his eyes, and he found that the ceiling in front of him was very unfamiliar, not the one he saw when he got up every day, "Where am I?" A feeling of pain instantly spread throughout his body, and he endured the pain and sat up slowly. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. biqUgE怂 ļ½‰ļ½Žļ½†ļ½

"This is Gao Yang's home, you were drunk yesterday, and we brought you back here." It was Fonda, who was coming out of the bathroom to wash his face.

"Ah, my head hurts." Gerson sat on the edge of the bed with his head in his hands.

"I drink so much when I know I can't drink it."

"Am I drunk?"

"You don't remember being drunk?"

Gerson shook his head with difficulty, and he felt pain all over his body.

"Then you don't remember that you hit someone, do you?" Fonda crouched on the ground and looked at him.

"Did I hit someone?" Gerson looked up at Fonda in confusion and said, "How is that possible?" Who did I hit? ā€

"Anfei."

"An Fei?" Gerson still had a puzzled look in his eyes, "Why?" ā€

Fonda made a non-knowing expression, "I'll pour you tea and come back, and you'll already knock someone's head with a beer bottle." ā€

"I knocked someone out with a beer bottle?" Gerson's eyes widened in horror, he didn't believe that this was something he would do. "How is that possible?" He said, rubbing his neck.

"Do you still feel like your whole body hurts?"

Ge Sen nodded in surprise, rubbed his shoulders and said, "Well, it hurts." ā€

"Because after you finished fighting An Fei, then there was a scuffle with a group of people, with one against ten!" Fonda gave him a thumbs up. "Why did you hit him?"

"I don't know." Gerson couldn't remember what he had done yesterday, he held his head, his hands rubbing desperately against the scar on his scalp. "I just remember the last glass of wine I had, and then the rest of ......"

"But that boy is too mixed up, and I'll do it too," Fonda poured him a glass of warm water, "drink some water." ā€

Fonda's reassurance worked, and Gerson took the warm water from Fonda's hand and poured it into his mouth in a few sips, his throat as if it had been roasted by fire after a hangover. "How is he?"

"An Fei?" Fonda pouted, "He's fine, just a small cut in his scalp." ā€

Hearing that An Fei is fine, Ge Sen feels much better, and with a glass of warm water, his body feels much more comfortable.

"I have already asked Director Li for leave, he asked you to rest at home for a day, you beat An Fei, I guess he is secretly happy." Fonda gestured to the breakfast that Gao Yang had placed on the table, "For you." ā€

Gerson nodded, he touched the swollen corners of his eyes with his hand, he should have been beaten in the chaos last night, he wanted to find a mirror to see his face.

"Today is Friday, tomorrow and the day after tomorrow will be the weekend, and it shouldn't be so obvious in three days." Fonda saw Ge Sen touching the corner of his swollen eye and comforted him.

"Fonda," Gerson looked up suddenly, his eyes turning very melancholy, "do you feel like you don't know yourself sometimes?" ā€

Fonda was confused by Gerson's words, "You mean, you don't know yourself anymore?" ā€

Gerson nodded, "Sometimes, when I look at myself in the mirror, I feel strange, as if I am someone I have never met before. Gerson pointed to his head and said that he wanted to say that the person in the mirror looked like a clown, but he was afraid of scaring Fonda, so he didn't say it directly.

Fonda didn't know how to answer his question for a while, he thought about it, although he didn't know Ge Sen very well, and he didn't even know him before he was injured, but the evaluations he learned from other colleagues did have some gaps with the Ge Sen in front of him now, and sometimes they could even be said to be completely different people. "Didn't you say that the doctor told you to go back regularly for follow-up check-ups and psychological counseling? Why don't you give it a try, it might explain your situation. ā€

"I don't want to go back there," Gerson's eyes sharpened a little when he heard the word hospital, "it's like a cage there." ā€

What Gerson said surprised Fonda, he didn't expect Gerson to reject the hospital so much, "If you don't want to go alone, I can accompany you." ā€

Hearing that Fonda was willing to accompany him, Gerson suddenly felt a warm feeling in his heart, he hadn't felt this way for a long time since his mother left, which unconsciously made him think of his mother again, and his heart had a sense of attachment to his mother that he had never felt before, and suddenly, his eyes became hot.

Fonda didn't know that what he said brought tears to Gerson's eyes, and he hurriedly picked up a pack of tissues and handed it over, "Are you okay?" ā€

"I'm fine, I just thought of my mother suddenly." Gerson took the tissue. "Do you know about the mall?"

Fonda knew about the robbery Gerson was referring to, "Well, yes. ā€

"So, do you know the robber?" Gerson didn't know why he had brought up this man, but he did suddenly remember him.

"I know something, I've heard that he did it entirely because of his mother." Fonda remembers that Szeto told him at the time that the robbers had robbed the jewelry store because of revenge on his father.

"I wonder what kind of person he is?" Gerson's eyes turned melancholy again, and he didn't know why he was interested in the man who had nearly killed him.

"If you want to know, we can look it up."

"Investigation? He? The word investigation had never crossed Gerson's mind, and he had no idea that Fonda, who had casually mentioned it, would be so interested in it, and even willing to accompany him to investigate.

"Well," Fonda almost forgot about his undercover status, "I mean to ask." ā€

"Well, where should I start?"

"I think maybe we should find his address first."

"Address," Gerson thought for a moment, "maybe I'll go find the policeman and get his address." ā€

The police!? Fang Da thought to himself, you can't be talking about Situ Xun, he remembered drinking that day, Situ Xun seemed to have mentioned that he was in charge of this case, Fang Da's mind turned, "Ah, yes, maybe you can ask the police." ā€

"Thank you for reminding me, maybe I really should ask him." Gerson smiled sincerely.

Looking at Ge Sen's sincere smile, Fang Da suddenly felt a little guilty, and hurriedly said, "I have to go back to the company today, and when you find the address, I will accompany you for a walk." ā€

Ge Sen nodded, he had already troubled Fang Da for a night, and he didn't have anything to do now, he should let the family go back to the company as soon as possible, the economy has been sluggish recently, and it would be bad if he delayed others because of his own affairs. "Go back, I'm fine."

Fonda gestured to the breakfast on the table, "Don't forget." ā€

"Well, thank you Gao Yang for helping me, I troubled you two last night." Gerson said apologetically, "I'll clean it up in a while." ā€

"No, Gao Yang explained, you can just leave after eating, and she will clean up the rest by herself."

"Hmm." Gerson said with a smile.

Fonda saw that there was nothing wrong with Gerson, and left.

Ge Sen had breakfast, and when he saw that it was almost noon, he remembered that he had promised Liu Hui to paint a few pictures for her, so he felt that on the way back, he would go to the bookstore first, and he wanted to sell a few books on painting, so he quickly cleaned up the table and got up to leave.

When he went to a bookstore that he used to pass by on his way home, he did not look for books on painting, but was so fascinated by several books on management and mechanics that when he finally left the bookstore, he had not a single book related to painting, and he did not understand why he was interested in books that he had never looked at before.

After returning home, Ge Sen made a phone call and made an excuse for Liu Hui not to come to his house, he didn't want Liu Hui to see how he looked after the fight, on the one hand, he didn't want her to worry about himself, on the other hand, he really wanted to be quiet by himself, he was holding the few books in his hand, he seemed to be more interested in them now.