Chapter 12 See you tomorrow
When Banxia got in touch with other survivors last night, she was shocked and didn't even have time to be happy. The voice of the person on the channel shook the worldview she had formed over the years.
Although the teacher told her not to give up external contacts, Banxia actually didn't hold any hope. Is there really a second person in this world?
As Banxia walked alone through this vibrant world of ruins, she didn't believe it.
After being cut off from contact last night, the girl even suspected that she was hallucinating. In fact, she had never received any signals from other people. She just became schizophrenic from making external calls day after day. Her brain imagined a second person. Once the radio was turned off, there was no evidence to prove that person really existed.
But when she contacted him again tonight, Banxia was like being hit on the head by a heavy hammer called surprise. She felt dizzy and lost the ability to speak for the next ten seconds. She couldn't utter a word and could only cry in big drops.
"CQ! CQ! CQ! This is BG4MXH! QSL?"
"Yes! I am..."
Banxia was worried about scaring the other person away again, so she replied carefully this time.
"Uh... this is BG4MXH, QTH Nanjing Qinhuai District, copying your signal, your signal is 59+, OVER."
She still didn't understand the other party's reply.
Banxia clenched her hands and hesitated, trying to open her mouth several times but then closed it again.
She had never anticipated the current situation, and although she had contacted other people, she did not understand what they were saying.
What is BG4MXH?
What is QTH?
What is 59?
"Friend, can you hear me? QSL?"
Seeing that she remained silent, the other party asked again.
"Copy... copy your signal! Your signal is 59+! OVER!"
Banxia thought quickly and followed suit.
"Roger that, this is BG4MXH, thank you for the 59 signal report, what is your call sign?"
"H…what's your call sign?"
"Your call sign. If you pass the amateur radio operator's license exam, they will assign you a call sign. For example, my call sign is BG4MXH. It is illegal to conduct radio communication without a call sign. Dear friendly station, you should have a call sign? OVER."
"Yes, yes, yes, yes!" Banxia replied hurriedly, "My call sign is BG4MSR."
Make one up on the spot.
"Roger that, BG4MSR."
This is a strange turn of events for this conversation.
Banxia sat on a chair, holding a microphone in her hand and wearing headphones, staring blankly at the radio on the table, forgetting even to cry.
The last remaining humans in the world contacted each other for the first time, and the first topic they talked about was their call signs.
"BG4MSR, this is BG4MXH, are you having any trouble? OVER."
"Trouble?" Banxia replied, "No trouble at all, OVER."
"I'm glad you're okay."
The other party was obviously relieved.
"BG4MXH, this is BG4MSR, what's your name? Where do you live now? How many people are there with you?" Banxia learned quickly and used the made-up call sign. "Are you short of food, fuel and medicine? OVER."
"Uh... BG4MSR, this is BG4MXH, I'm in Qinhuai District, Nanjing City, how many people are here... There are three of us here, my parents and I, I have no shortage of food, fuel, and medicine, OVER."
Qinhuai District, Nanjing City!
Banxia almost jumped up from the chair, as if there were springs on her butt.
So many years, so many years! They actually live in Qinhuai District! They are so close! Why haven’t I met them in all these years!
"When can we meet?"
Banxia asked subconsciously.
This confused the other party. Is this what's going on?
Isn’t this progress too fast? How many months do you have to chat before you can meet someone online?
"Should I come to you or should you come to me?" Banxia continued, "Is the situation safe over there? How long will it take to prepare? Do you have enough dry food? Do you have weapons and ammunition? Is it easy to plan the route? Do you need to cross a river?"
The girl asked a lot of questions in one breath.
The other party was silent for a long time before saying:
"BG4MSR, this is BG4MXH, I'm socially anxious, OVER."
"You choose a place to meet!" Banxia obviously ignored his response and said to herself, "Choose a time to meet! I'm also in Qinhuai District, Nanjing! I'm here on Alfalfa Garden Street! Choose a place that is easy for both of us to get to, the sooner the better!"
"Then... then the intersection between Alfalfa Garden Street and Zhongshanmen Street?"
For some unknown reason, the other party actually agreed.
Maybe he himself didn't know what he was thinking, but he was just infected by the girl's excitement and excitement.
"time!"
"Uh... tomorrow at six o'clock?"
"good!"
"BG4MSR, this is BG4MXH. Could you please give me your contact information? Cell phone number, WeChat ID, QQ number, etc., so that it will be convenient for us to contact each other? OVER."
Phone number?
WeChat ID?
QQ number?
What the hell is this?
Banxia was confused. What kind of contact information was needed? Wouldn't we just meet there?
“You don’t have a mobile phone number or WeChat ID?”
"No."
The other party fell into silence for a long time.
He actually met a Flintstone on the channel.
Are there still people these days who don’t have a mobile phone, WeChat, or QQ?
"BG4MSR, BG4MSR... Then tell me what you will wear tomorrow and what are your eye-catching features, so that I can find you then. OVER."
Without contact information, you can only choose a compromise method.
"Okay, BG4MXH, I'm going to be wearing blue jeans, a white shirt, a ponytail, a black bag, and I'm going to have a mountain bike."
"BG4MSR, this is BG4MXH, I've got it. See you tomorrow, OVER."
"See you tomorrow! Be sure to stay safe! OVER!"
"73."
"7... What does 73 mean?"
"73 means good wishes to you."
"Good! 73! Best wishes to you!"
After the call ended, Banxia put down the microphone, took off her headphones, leaned back in her seat, looked at the ceiling and took a deep breath.
It really feels like a dream.
She pinched her cheek hard. It hurt. It wasn't a dream.
Banxia stood up, opened the curtains in front of her, propped up the table with both hands, took a deep breath and shouted to the night sky outside: "Ahhhhhhh! It's great! God, I thank you for eight generations of ancestors! Thank you for eight generations of ancestors!"
The girl's voice traveled far in the silent, dark night.
Then she turned and ran out of the room, not even having time to put on her shoes. She ran downstairs barefoot and stepped into the flower bed next to the apartment building.
There was a small earthen slope with a small flower planted on it and a small shovel stuck in the mud in front of the slope.
Banxia panted and knelt down in front of the earthen slope, her face covered with sweat and her hair disheveled. She raised her head with a chuckle and spat out the hair in her mouth: "Teacher, teacher, teacher! I have good news for you! I finally found other people!"
(End of this chapter)
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