At dusk, the sky was covered with fiery red clouds, which looked quite magnificent.

Students came out of the Jiangnan University Library in groups, chatting and laughing as they walked toward the canteen. Young men and women are always full of vigor, youthful spirit, and positive.

After the crowd leaving the library dispersed, a girl finally walked out.

The brilliant rays of light spread across her face, and her delicate eyes and eyebrows were filled with a sense of tranquility.

She was wearing an off-white knitted sweater and a plaid skirt, and her delicate white hands were holding two thick history books, which made people wonder whether those delicate hands could bear the weight of history.

I met many people on the road, some with their roommates, some with their boyfriends. It was always lively and lively.

Liang Qiyun was walking alone, but she didn't feel lonely. She especially enjoyed the feeling of being alone, and her mind was empty.

"Ding." When I turned the corner under the shade of the trees, the phone in my bag suddenly rang. It was the notification sound of a new message received on WeChat.

She didn't pause for a moment and soon reached the dormitory.

Even if she didn't turn on her phone, she could probably guess the WeChat notification sound. It was either the latest news pushed by various subscription accounts or just one or two people sending messages.

After all, there are only a few people she frequently contacts on WeChat.

I opened the dormitory door with the key. It was quiet inside. The other three roommates were not there. They must have gone to the cafeteria to eat.

Liang Qiyun put the two newly borrowed history books on the desk, then sat down and took out her mobile phone from her cross-body bag.

When I opened WeChat, I saw two messages from my old high school classmate and now good friend Huang Xiyun.

【You are my sVIP. 】

The message that caught her eye was nonsensical. Liang Qiyun patiently clicked into the chat box, and a picture was sent above this sentence.

The icons above are the four most popular social contact methods, namely mobile phone, □□, WeChat and a short video website.

The accompanying text at the bottom is, "Only those who have all four of my contact methods are my SVIPs."

The two of them have kept in touch since graduating from high school. A while ago, one of them shared a short video website with the other and followed her, saying that they could share the funny videos they saw at any time.

Thinking of this, Liang Qiyun smiled faintly, with dimples looming. Her delicate fingertips tapped the words on the phone screen, and finally clicked send.

【You are also my svip. 】

She swiped her finger to the right to exit WeChat and was about to press the screen-off button. When Liang Qiyun saw the contact at the top, the faint smile on her face disappeared a little, and even her breathing stopped for a second.

She reached out and gently touched the word "serendipity" on it, feeling a little dazed.

The chat page is empty, with only the prompt sound automatically sent by the system.

2015/7/7 10:52

System: You have agreed to add A Zheng, and you can start chatting now.

This was the only sentence they said in the WeChat chat box, and it was sent automatically by the system.

He had said it himself, "Add WeChat so we can keep in touch later."

But after adding him on WeChat, I never sent him even a single emoticon.

Liang Qiyun saw the line with the year in the upper left corner of the phone: 2019.

She couldn't help but smile bitterly. It turned out that four years had passed.

Perhaps it was since the division into arts and sciences at the end of her freshman year in high school that she and Zhou Mingzheng had been walking down two different paths, and it was impossible for them to meet again.

They had exchanged mobile phone numbers and added each other on QQ and WeChat, but unfortunately they were eventually separated in the long river of time and would never have a fourth way of contact.

After all, he is not her sVIP.

In the winter of 2019, Liang Qiyun was still struggling.

She was a junior that year and ranked first in her major, but other than that, her name was never heard of anywhere else.

In December, the class group that had been silent for a long time started talking again. It was the students from Class 36 of Senior High School who were asking whether they should hold a class reunion during the winter vacation this year.

It was the class monitor who spoke up first, and then a few of her good friends back then came out to echo her.

Perhaps after entering college, people will miss the group of people they worked hard with in high school in the dead of night. Quite a few people responded, and soon finalized the date and location, and began to organize a chain.

After reading it, Liang Qiyun quietly left. She sent a private message to Liu Xiaoyan asking if she wanted to go.

After all, Liu Xiaoyan was her only good friend in the liberal arts class. If she didn't go, it wouldn't really matter whether she went to the class reunion or not.

Soon Liu Xiaoyan replied: [Qiyun, I just saw the message in the group. But I have to go to my grandma's house during the New Year, so I may not be able to go. ]

After watching it, Liang Qiyun simply replied to the message and decided not to go either.

It’s better to stay at home and spend the New Year with my parents, and I can also stay in the rehabilitation hospital for a while.

It was also during Christmas of that year that the news about the patient group that Liang Qiyun joined once again caused a sensation.

She opened it and found that it was an official announcement from the National Healthcare Security Administration that the first specific drug for treating her disease that was launched overseas in 2016 had also successfully entered the country.

It was a sunny day and I didn't feel cold even though I was wearing simple woolen clothes.

This news was like the warm sunshine in winter, shining in Liang Qiyun's heart.

She couldn't help but smile.

I just felt: Ah, I finally waited for this day.

Unfortunately, the miracle drug comes with a sky-high price.

In the early days of the market, pharmaceutical companies must recover the development costs before they can make a profit. The emergence of gene drugs is a milestone in the progress of diseases, and the development costs are also spread over the drug prices, with annual drug costs reaching millions.

The group of patients fell silent.

Liang Qiyun felt a little uncomfortable, but comforted herself by saying that it was actually okay.

At least now the medicine is coming into the country.

If more children are diagnosed, no one will have to experience the despair she experienced back then.

Doctors will no longer say, "There is no cure for this disease now, so you parents should take good care of your children when you go back home."

The doctor would say, "There is medicine for this disease in China now, but it is still very expensive. We will try our best to take good care of the child and wait a little longer. It will be available soon."

That day she went to a flower shop near the school and bought a small bunch of white gentian, which she placed on the desk in her dormitory.

Whenever I get tired of reading and look up for a while, I can’t help but smile with my dimples.

Life is always getting better, isn't it?

This news is very rare, and has only appeared on the official website of the Medical Insurance Bureau and this patient organization. But those who really want to know will naturally know it.

Liang Kangcheng was busy with work and had been taking care of the family before. After his daughter went to school, he felt a lot more relaxed.

He also saw the news very quickly.

At the end of the year, during the winter break, he casually mentioned it to me after dinner, "Yunyun, I also saw that the drug is now on the market in China. It should be available in hospitals next year. Why don't we try it?"

Li Shufen obviously knew about it as well. She sat aside and smiled, clearly showing her excitement and support.

"Dad, the price of the medicine is too expensive. I think it will drop soon." Liang Qiyun said subconsciously. She shared the data she had checked recently. "This medicine is for lifelong use. If the price remains the same every year, our family will not be able to sustain it."

"And the effect of this medicine may not be as great as you expect. The experimental data shows that it will take at least a year for the effect to be obvious. The hands and feet will gradually gain more strength. No one knows to what extent the long-term use of the medicine will restore the body."

In fact, when Liang Qiyun said this that day, her voice was a little choked.

Once the medicine is available, everyone is looking forward to using it. After all, they have waited for so many years and it is the hope of life.

But she also doesn't want her parents to work too hard.

They have already paid too much.

She thought she would always remember that day. Liang Kangcheng was silent for a while, and he said firmly:

"Your mom and I have understood all of this. For mom and dad, as long as Yunyun's body doesn't deteriorate, it will be the biggest improvement. It is your mom and I's greatest hope."

"As for the money, if I sell the house in my hometown, it will be enough for two to three years."

In the end, they were persuaded by Liang Qiyun that if the condition remained the same after a year, they would use medication.

After Liang Qiyun shared this matter with Chen Chen, there was silence for a long time.

Chen Chen: [Actually, your parents are pretty good, really. Not all parents can do this, at least my parents can’t. They have very low requirements, as long as I am still alive. So it doesn’t matter to them whether I use medicine or not.]

On the fifth day of the Lunar New Year, Liang Qiyun accidentally pressed exit while browsing her Moments on her phone. She casually clicked back in. A new Moments post was refreshed at the bottom of her profile.

It is a "serendipity" that has never appeared before.

She even breathed lightly, afraid that the circle of friends in front of her would disappear in the blink of an eye.

It was a simple group photo, with everyone standing in three rows, just like they were taking a high school photo.

They were no longer wearing green and white school uniforms, no longer reserved, and were arm in arm with the people around them, all laughing wildly. Many of them looked familiar, yet much more vague than in my memory.

Liang Qiyun recognized the tall boy standing in the last row almost immediately, or rather, a slightly mature young man.

Zhou Mingzheng was still standing with Tang Di, his eyes full of smiles just like in high school, his left hand casually resting on Tang Di's shoulder, still as cool and unrestrained as ever.

This was a reunion for the classmates of Class 1, Grade 3. Huang Xiyun was not there as she stayed in the north to celebrate the New Year.

After Liang Qiyun liked the post, she tapped her finger to save the picture.

She quit WeChat and opened QQ instead. The first grade class of high school was always quiet. The last message was in August 2015.

Yes, after graduation, many people think back to their youthful high school days filled with test papers, and all they remember is the last class of their senior year.

There is no such thing as a Class 1 of Grade 1 that will last forever.

The only classes that are occasionally active are probably Class 1 of Grade 3 and Class 36 of Grade 3.