Chapter 563 The radio wave that never disappears

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

 As for Jiangyang—

He was bored and 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 was not garlic. It looked like wild small garlic. I don't know if it was.

Just when Jiang Yang was curious and wanted to pull it out to see if he could, he suddenly heard movement next to him, "...I hope we can 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 balconies in a row.

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

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

Jiang Yang was curious.

 What did the uncle just hold in his hand?

 It's not quite a walkie-talkie, it looks very high-end and has a screen.

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

 The area 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 had a cello, and the teacher asked Jiang Yang to borrow it temporarily.

Jiang Yang is happy to go.

 He went over and knocked on the door.

"who?"

 I don’t know why, Jiang Yang was very alert when he heard the uncle’s reaction.

 “Uncle.”

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 directly to Jiang Yang. Before Jiang Yang could say thank you, the door was 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 was carrying a cello on her back. Now it seems that Li Qingning adjusted the piano quickly. 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 looked very elegant with the cello in front of his body.

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

 It is inherently more refined, but I don’t know if it will hurt me.

 The cello has a rich and mellow tone.

I am playing the main part of "Butterfly Lovers", which is the part with a poetic love theme. The cello probably plays the male role in it, and then the light and soft timbre of the violin is added to form a repartee.

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

Jiang Yang stood on the balcony looking at his wife.

At this time, someone next to him asked him: "What kind of music is this?"

Jiang Yang turned his head and saw the impolite uncle standing on the balcony of his house, listening attentively and asking Jiang Yang.

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

 He said proudly.

Uncle: "I know, what kind of music is this?"

Jiang Yang: "Butterfly Lovers, this is written by my wife. Does the Coke in the blue can taste good? I usually drink the Coke in the red can."

 Jiang Yang’s face didn’t even turn red when he lied for his wife.

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

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

 Uncle:…

The music started again.

 The uncle quietly stopped when he heard the sound of the piano, nodded, and spoke highly of the performance: "The level is not bad."

Jiang Yang: "That's right, no matter whose wife it is. What were you playing just now?"

 The uncle was a little speechless again.

He now wants to ask, how did the pride of their school and the outstanding representative of the students marry him?

　　It’s considered blind in vain.

 Having both good looks and talent, this will definitely be passed on to the next generation.

but-

These excellent genes will be mixed with the genes of this baby, which is like the national treasure jade cabbage being eaten by a pig.

This pig’s teeth are really good.

  Naihe.

The uncle is a very gentleman and cannot ask these questions.

 He answered patiently: "Amateur radio."

Jiang Yang thought thoughtfully: "The kind of radio waves that never fade away can be transmitted into the universe and can also receive information from the universe?"

"almost."

The uncle nodded. Radio waves will attenuate when they pass through the atmosphere, but they will not disappear completely and will enter the universe. However, in the end, they are drowned in the noise and become part of the noise.

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

 Uncle:…

 He felt that this child was stupid for reading science fiction novels. As for his radio station, if it could receive extraterrestrial radio waves, tens of thousands of people in the country would know about it, not to mention the country, let alone foreign countries. Would it still be necessary for him to answer?

"but-"

Jiang Yang told him that if he really received it, "You can come to me, I have a backend, and I can talk to them about the thermal power station lay people."

The Trisolarans dare not offend the residents of the power station despite their rebellion.

 Two-way foil is not just talk.

He is a fellow villager of the thermal power station, so he should be given some face.

Hearing Jiang Yang’s incoherent remarks, the uncle wanted to call Li Qingning over and give him medicine.

Jiang Yang saw the uncle's look at the fool and laughed too.

 So lonely.

No one in this place knows these things.

besides-

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

Looking at Jiang Yang’s smile, the uncle felt half self-deprecating, half helpless, and half lonely. After a moment of silence, he asked, “Come over for a Coke?”

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

Uncle: “Forget it—”

 Jiang Yang: “Wait for me.”

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

He went out.

 The teacher’s graduate student and Li Qingning’s senior sister looked at Li Qingning.

Li Qingning: "He can't get used to the blue can."

 I just had a drink today, and I got cravings.

otherwise.

Jiang Yang may not even bother to pay attention to the uncle.

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

　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　

Jiang Yang looked at this house and said, "It's really a mess here."

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 that are older than Jiang Yang. After walking in, it feels like walking in Enter the past history.

 “My wife likes to save things, and over time we have so much.”

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

forget.

 Is it betrayal?

Jiang Yang smacked his lips at this sentence, feeling like he had heard it somewhere.

He walked to the coffee table, took the book away, and found a place to sit down on the sofa. Then he saw an open cup of Coke poured on the coffee table and a handful of pills next to it. "Where are so many pills?"

Uncle: "I am old and full of diseases."

 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 the dried beans and Coke over, opened the Coke, "What do you mean, don't answer?"

Jiang Yang took a sip of Coke.

 “That’s a long, long, wonderful story—”

Jiang Yang looked at the radio equipment again, wondering if it was because of the sugar in the cola. An idea flashed in Jiang Yang's mind, "Forgetting is tantamount to betrayal, but it reminded me of another story."

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

 He put down the Coke.

 This Coke—

taste not good.

 He took a bite of dried beans and started talking.

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

 But they are not natives, they are outsiders.

 As for where they came from, they forgot.

I just remember that a long time ago, the ancestor's spaceship crashed on the planet Rashum. They suffered heavy losses and only a few people survived.

 Also surviving with them is deep space electromagnetic wave reception technology.

With the help of this technology and equipment, the surviving people listened to the radio waves in every corner of the galaxy that would not dissipate for hundreds of millions of years, absorbed knowledge from them, and gradually established their own civilization.

 But in the long process of development, the civilization of its home planet was forgotten.

 “It’s a bit interesting.”

The uncle took a sip of Coke. He and his wife’s hobby was to play with amateur radio waves. That’s how they encountered the radio waves at that time.

 Uncle still feels very romantic.

He also felt very romantic when he heard about Jiangyang's civilization established by listening to radio waves.

 Another kind of romance, the romance of the starry sky and the romance of radio waves.

  The next chapter will be this science fiction story. If you don’t like it, please be careful and subscribe.

　　

　　

 (End of this chapter)