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One day, Ah Yin had to socialize and ended up drinking too much. He thought of a client and called them, but because he was too drunk and surrounded by noise, he couldn't hear what was being said and forgot what he had said. Later, Ah Yin called again, and the client's wife answered: "XX, our child is already this big, you shouldn't be like this!" Ah Yin suddenly sobered up and said, "I'm sorry, I drank too much." The client's wife hung up the phone.
The customer called Ah Yin the next day to make an appointment with him. Ah Yin waited and waited, from July to August, from August to September, and all the way to the October 1st holiday. Ah Yin felt they might have forgotten about it, so he called the customer and asked, "Have your previous thoughts changed?" The customer replied, "No, let's talk after the most difficult times have passed."
Ah Yin continued to wait. At that time, Ah Yin didn't even know why she got involved. Nothing happened between the two of them, not even holding hands. How did she get involved? Was it because of his connections? Was it because she hoped to rely on him? Ah Yin suffered from insomnia every day and had a face full of acne, but Ah Yin's husband didn't notice at all. When he returned from the National Day holiday, Ah Yin felt as if she had let go. She wrote a letter and sent it to a client. Ah Yin: I want to see you.
The customer hesitated for a long time and said, "Okay."
Ah Yin arrived at the customer's the company at noon, and the customer suggested having lunch together.
This was the last meal Ah Yin had with the customer.
Customer: Actually, I still really like you.
Ah Yin: What's the use of liking me? (This sentence has a very resentful tone)
Ah Yin: It's better for your wife to find out sooner.
Customer: Haven't fallen in yet.
Ah Yin: Already halfway in. I really regret sending you that WeChat message that day (referring to the first message thanking you).
Customer: Don't regret it.
Ah Yin: If it weren't for that WeChat message, we wouldn't be where we are now.
The customer remained silent.
Ah Yin: I don't know when we'll meet again next time.
Customer: The future is long.
Ah Yin tears flowed.
After that, Ah Yin embarked on the road to healing, came to Tianya, and read all the posts about extramarital affairs and extramarital sex in Tianya. The more she healed, the more she realized that she missed him terribly. Then, Ah Yin sold her stocks, losing a whopping two hundred thousand, a year's income for Ah Yin, but it still wasn't enough. The longing gnawed at Ah Yin like ants. Ah Lin's daily chats made Ah Yin feel like she had grabbed onto a lifebuoy. She wrote in her diary every day, copied inspirational quotes, and listened to Buddhist scriptures. Ah Yin seemed to be slowly coming out of it. At the same time, Ah Yin felt deeply guilty towards her husband, feeling that she had emotionally cheated on him. So she was very good to her husband, and in the middle of it all, something happened, and Ah Yin and her husband remarried. So, during the day, she flirted with Ah Lin, and at night, she and her husband were like a perfect match. Life seemed to return to normal, except for the addition of a face full of pimples, an extra diary, and a handwritten copy of inspirational quotes, until March of this year.
Before March, the days gradually faded away. The clients have become a thorn in Ah Yin's heart. It doesn't hurt when not touched, but it still aches when touched. Whenever Ah Yin thinks of the clients, she writes in her diary. She has deleted the clients' WeChat and phone numbers, but their phone numbers are still written in her notebook. Although Ah Yin knows in her heart that they may never meet again in this lifetime, she still seems to hold onto the fantasy that despite the changes, they can still be friends like before. During this time, Ah Yin wrote a poem:
How are you, in the dark room,
You sitting on the sofa,
I stare at you blankly,
Without saying a word.
Surprise, it was all a dream, feeling melancholy.
How are you, a midnight dream recalled.
I lowered my head and played with the food on my plate,
Allowing tears as big as beans to trickle down my cheeks,
You remained silent for a long time, sighed lightly, and said, "There's plenty of time ahead."
I know in my heart that the future is uncertain.
This scene is the last time we'll meet, so desolate.
How are you? I've called again and again.
I composed one text message after another,
Putting it down time and time again, deleting one after another.
I know, you must be doing well,
I really want to tell you, I'm not doing well,
But what can I do?
How are you? You must be doing well,
I will be fine too. I hope that from now on, we will each go our separate ways and take care of ourselves.
Sometimes, Ah Yin would mock herself, thinking that while you are still holding onto the memories, perhaps the other person has already returned to their normal life, or maybe they don't even have a single moment of longing. It's certain that to him, you are nothing, just someone he had a little bit of affection for.
In March, the client's sales representative, XX, said, "We will be placing more orders with your department this year, Mr. X."
At that moment, Ah Yin suddenly felt resentful, thinking, "I'm going to transfer to another department. If this business isn't going to be pursued, then it's better not to do it at all. It will be troublesome if there's no one to follow up."
Customer's salesperson: Oh, then you should give Mr. X a call.
To be honest, although I forgot about the customer's matter while chatting with Ah Lin, he has become a thorn in my heart. It doesn't hurt if I don't touch it, but if I do, it still feels like a piercing pain.
" Mr. X, I'm transferring to another department, so your business here will either have to be taken care of or it might become troublesome if no one follows up," unable to resist the desire to hear the customer's voice, Ah Yin still made this call.
"Oh, that's okay," the voice remained gentle. "What happened to your XX stock later on?"
"Lost XX thousand and sold," Ah Yin said.
"Why didn't you call me?" the client said.
"Am I still worthy of making a phone call?" Ah Yin said.
"There will be another chance in the future," the customer said.
"Let's talk about it later," Ah Yin hung up the phone. At that moment, she suddenly felt a little relieved. Thinking about the customer saying "I'll make an appointment with you, I'll find you," and waiting for so many months, was the customer's salesperson calling at the customer's request?
Thinking of this, Ah Yin suddenly regretted it. It was so hard to have the opport the company y to talk to the client, why did she act so impulsively?
Ah Yin called again.
Ah Yin: Mr. X, this is XX, how have you been recently? (This sentence, Ah Yin has been holding back for almost half a year, and finally said it out loud)
Customer: Same as before (very cold and indifferent, completely different from the gentle tone just now)
Ah Yin: Then I'll hang up.
Regarding this phone call, Ah Yin deeply regrets. Perhaps if he hadn't been so harsh, they could have returned to how they were before. But can they really go back to the way things were? Perhaps it's just wishful thinking.
After this call, Ah Yin seems to have started paying attention to stocks again, or rather, started fantasizing about being friends with clients again. XX stock has been continuously positive, if Ah Yin hasn't sold it, she has already broken even and made a small profit. Ah Yin has a strong desire to be friends with clients again, so she called the client again.
Ah Yin: Mr. X, can we still enter XX stock now?
Customer hums and laughs, very unnatural.
Ah Yin: Is it inconvenient for me to call you?
Customer: Keep talking.
Then she hung up the phone in a hurry, and Ah Yin felt despondent. In April, the client's office phone number appeared on Ah Yin's mobile phone. Ah Yin was excited, as she had been waiting for the client's call for almost a year. "XXX, every time you call, my wife is always there. Let's not contact each other in the future," the client said this and hung up. Ah Yin didn't react, feeling like she had been struck on the head, stunned. The feeling of loss spread from all around, making Ah Yin feel suffocated.
At the end of June, a year after the stock market crash, Ah Yin suddenly wanted to send a text message to a client, expressing the desire to tell the client that even if the 400,000 yuan was all lost, he still didn't want their relationship to end up like this. However, the message couldn't be sent, probably because he was blocked. At this point, Ah Yin used a small knife to slowly scratch off the client's phone number written in the notebook, as if erasing the client from his heart. Now, he should truly let go of the client, right?
Next is Ah Lin's story. I'll write about it next time. Recalling the client's situation has left me mentally exhausted.
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