In August 2004, I graduated from Sichuan Normal University with a master's degree in psychology. With the help of a friend of my father's, I didn't rush to the major talent markets as frequently as other students, and soon found an ideal job in a big hospital in Chengdu and became a young psychologist. I like this job very much, because through talking, I learned a lot of unknown stories, and this job has kept me a kind of wisdom different from ordinary people and made me see people and things in this world more clearly. In the dullness of commuting every day, I thought that days would slide along its established track, meet a suitable person, fall in love, get married, have children, and then grow old day by day. However, things are always unpredictable, but my quiet day suddenly came to an abrupt end on a sunny afternoon.

It was an afternoon in March 2005. I just sent the eighth patient off that day, drank the cold chrysanthemum tea, and then stretched my stiff waist. At this moment, the mobile phone text message in the handbag on my desk rang. I opened it and found a strange short message: "Hello, I'm from Shanghai and I want to talk to you". Curiosity prompted me to reply to the other party with a short message: Who are you? How do you know my number? The other party quickly replied: This is our fate, isn't it? It suddenly occurred to me that some time ago, my colleague took my mobile phone and went to a dating site to register a number. Is it really fate?

In the short message, I learned that his name is Zhang Lin, a surgeon in a private hospital in Shanghai. Graduated from Shanghai Medical University, 35 years old, had several emotional experiences and a short marriage history of three months. It is not difficult for me to chat with strangers. Soon we talked about work, life, life, society and other topics around this mountain. I find Zhang Lin very talkative and many social topics can be used by him.

Humorous words are summed up quickly and incisively, and some of his views are also very original. For example, death, Zhang Lin thinks that death is another rise of life, or so many people choose to commit suicide, Haizi lying on the railroad track, Gomez drowning, Xu Chizong building, poet Gu Cheng killed his wife and committed suicide. Are pursuing another rise in life. ?