Chapter 563 The Radio Wave That Never Disappears

Then, Li Qingning and the teacher got busy and exchanged ideas on music. Li Qingning was born in classical music and knew a lot. Even the senior sister couldn't get in a few words. She listened silently and was amazed from time to time. Take a look at Li Qingning.

  As for Jiangyang—

  He was idle and bored, so he wandered to the balcony. There were some flowers and plants planted on the balcony. One of the pots particularly attracted Jiang Yang's attention. It looked like garlic, but it wasn't garlic. It looked like a small wild garlic, I don't know if it was.

   Just when Jiang Yang was curious and wanted to pull it up to have a look, he suddenly heard a movement next to him, "... I hope we are destined to meet in the sky, 73."

  Jiang Yang stood up and saw the old man walking slowly to the balcony next to him.

  This tube building is like this, with a row of balconies.

  The uncle is holding something like a walkie-talkie in his hand, but it looks very high-end, and it also has a screen.

  The uncle turned his head, saw Jiang Yang, and went back coldly.

  Jiang Yang was curious.

   What did the uncle hold in his hand just now?

   Walkie-talkie, not quite like it, it looks very high-end, and it has a screen.

   Just as Jiang Yang was guessing, Li Qingning wanted to try the cello.

  The side where the teacher lives is filled with books, CDs, vinyl and pianos, so the cello is not placed here, it is in the office. But Teacher Zhang next door has a cello, and the teacher asked Jiang Yang to borrow it temporarily.

  Jiang Yang is happy to go.

  He went to knock on the door.

"who?"

   I don't know why, Jiang Yang was very alert after hearing the uncle's reaction.

   "Master."

  Jiang Yang explained his intention in front of the door.

   After a while, the door opened.

  The uncle stood at the door and handed the piano bag and bow to Jiang Yang directly. Before Jiang Yang could say thank you, the door closed.

  This old man has a really weird temper.

  Jiang Yang went back and handed the cello to Li Qingning.

  He remembered that when he first met Li Qingning, she carried a cello on her back. Now Li Qingning quickly adjusted the piano. After discussing with the teacher, he held the bow in one hand and tuned the strings in the other. His straight back and slender neck matched the cello in front of him, looking very elegant.

  The only problem is that Jiang Yang feels sorry for their two babies.

   It's exquisite, I don't know if it will be overwhelmed.

  The cello has a thick and mellow sound.

  The main part of "The Butterfly Lovers" is played, which is the part full of poetic love themes. The cello probably plays the man in it, and then the light and soft timbre of the violin is added to form a response.

  When I listened to it online, I just thought it was good, but now it sounds really good.

  Jiang Yang stood on the balcony looking at his wife.

   At this time, someone next to him asked him: "What song is this?"

  Jiang Yang turned his head and saw the impolite uncle standing on the balcony of his house, listening to this side, and asked Jiang Yang.

  Although the old man was impolite, Jiang Yang was quite happy to answer: "My wife is playing."

   he said proudly.

  Uncle: "I know, what song is this?"

  Jiang Yang: "Liang Zhu, my wife wrote it. Is the blue can of Coke good? I usually drink the red can."

  Lying for his wife, Jiang Yang didn't even blush.

  Uncle: "Is this changing "The Butterfly Lovers" into a cello performance?"

  Jiang Yang: "Well, I can also try the blue can."

  Uncle:...

  The music started again.

  The uncle stopped quietly when he heard the sound of the piano, nodded, and spoke highly of the performance: "The level is good."

  Jiang Yang: "That is, no one's wife. What were you playing just now?"

  The uncle was a little speechless again.

  He would like to ask now, the pride of their school, the outstanding representative of the students, how did he marry him?

   I'm blind for nothing.

  With good looks and talent, it will definitely be passed on to the next generation.

but-

   This baby's genes are going to be mixed into this good gene, which is regarded as a national treasure, jade cabbage, which was eaten by a pig.

  This pig’s mouth is really good.

  Never mind.

  Uncle is very gentleman, these words can not be asked.

  He answered patiently: "Ham radio."

  Jiang Yang pondered: "The radio wave that never fades away, the kind that can be transmitted into the universe and receive information from the universe?"

"almost."

  Uncle nodded, radio waves will attenuate when passing through the atmosphere, but they will not disappear completely, and will enter the universe. However, in the end, they are all drowned in the noise and become part of the noise.

  Jiang Yang said to the uncle very seriously: "If you receive a message from outside the universe and ask you to 'don't answer', 'don't answer', 'don't answer', you must not answer."

  Uncle:...

  He thinks the kid is stupid for reading science fiction. As far as his radio station is concerned, if it can receive alien radio waves, tens of thousands of people in China will know about it, not counting the country, let alone abroad, and he still needs to answer?

"but-"

  Jiang Yang told him that if he really received it, "you can find me, I have a backer, and I can chat with them about the thermal power station layman."

  Three-body people are against the sky, and they dare not offend the layman of the power station.

   Two-way foils are not just talk.

  He is a fellow of the layman of the thermal power station, so I have to give him some face.

  Uncle heard Jiang Yang's incoherent preface, so he really wanted to call Li Qingning over and give him medicine.

  Jiang Yang saw the way the uncle looked at the fool, and he laughed too.

   So lonely.

  No one in this place knows about these stalks.

besides-

  Having been away from home for a long time, talking about the non-existent villains who invaded my hometown, I became very excited.

  The uncle looked at Jiang Yang's smile, three parts were self-deprecating, three parts were helpless, and three parts were lonely. After a moment of silence, he said, "Come here for a cup of Coke?"

  Jiang Yang: "Is the dried tofu still there?"

  Uncle: "Forget it—"

  Jiang Yang: "Wait for me."

  Jiang Yang stepped out of the balcony and said to Li Qingning, "The uncle next door invited me to drink Coke."

He went out.

   Teacher's graduate student, Li Qingning's senior sister looks at Li Qingning.

  Li Qingning: "He's not used to drinking blue cans."

  I just drank a cup today, and I became hungry.

otherwise.

  Jiang Yang doesn't even care about the uncle.

  Jiang Yang knocked on the door again, the uncle opened it and let Jiang Yang in.

   "Oh."

  Jiang Yang looked at this house, "Your place is really messy."

There are musical instruments, books, music scores, discs, vinyl records, a lot of equipment that seems to be used for amateur radio, and some old objects. There are newspapers and magazines older than Jiangyang. into previous history.

   "My wife likes to save things, and as time goes by, so much."

  The uncle looked around, "Every old object has a memory. If you lose it, you will forget it. Forgetting is a betrayal."

forget.

   Is betrayal?

  Jiang Yang smacked this sentence, thinking he had heard it somewhere.

  He walked to the coffee table, took the book away, sat down on the sofa, and saw an open cup of Coke on the coffee table, with a large handful of pills beside it, "Where are so many medicines?"

  Uncle: "I'm getting old, and I'm sick all over."

  He asked Jiang Yang to go to the balcony. There was a small table on the balcony, and he moved two small chairs.

  Jiang Yang sat down.

  The uncle brought over the dried tofu and Coke, and opened the Coke, "What do you mean by not answering?"

  Jiang Yang took a sip of Coke.

   "That's a long, long, great story—"

  Jiang Yang looked at the radio equipment again, wondering if it was because of the sugar content of the cola, Jiang Yang had a flash of inspiration in his mind, "Your forgetting is equivalent to betrayal, but it reminded me of another story."

   One is very short, so Jiang Yang remembers the general story.

  He puts down the Coke.

  This Coke—

taste not good.

  He took a bite of dried tofu and started talking.

  Probably on another cantilever of the Milky Way, there is a civilization, they are the Lashumians.

   But they are not natives, they are outsiders.

   As for where it came from, they forgot.

   I only remember that a long, long time ago, the spaceship of the ancestors crashed on the planet Lasium. They suffered heavy losses, and only a few people survived.

   Together with them, the deep space electromagnetic wave receiving technology survived.

  The surviving people use this technology and equipment to listen to the radio waves in every corner of the galaxy that will not dissipate for hundreds of millions of years, absorb knowledge from them, and gradually establish their own civilization.

   But in the long development, it has forgotten the civilization of its home planet.

   "It's interesting."

  The uncle takes a sip of Coke. He and his wife play amateur radio waves as their hobby. That’s how their radio waves met at that time.

  Uncle still thinks it is very romantic.

   He also found it very romantic to hear Jiangyang, a civilization built by listening to radio waves.

   Another kind of romance belongs to the romance of the starry sky and the romance of radio waves.

   The next chapter will be this sci-fi story, please subscribe carefully if you don’t like it

  

  

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