Chapter 4 You Still Have a Mother
The word "living person?" also confused Bai Yang.
According to the rules of shortwave radio communications, the standard response is to indicate that you have received the signal, then introduce yourself and report your call sign.
What does this reaction, which is like seeing a ghost, mean?
A few seconds later, the other party spoke again, shouting in surprise: "Is anyone there? Is anyone there? Is anyone there?"
Bai Yang frowned when he heard this.
The most frightening thing when playing communication is to meet such people, who know nothing about the rules, do not follow the rules, do not report call signs, signals, or positions, and just barge into the channel and make a lot of noise. Bai Yang immediately felt disgusted. Where did this newbie come from? How did he pass the exam?
Even though he is also a novice.
There is no verification either.
"This is BG4MXH, QTH Nanjing Qinhuai District, copying your signal, your signal is 59, OVER."
Look, this is a professional response.
Bai Yang released the button on the microphone.
The other side spoke again.
"What? Are you alive? Where are you now? How many people are there on your side? Are there any casualties? What are the casualties? What supplies are missing?"
The other party almost shouted with excitement.
Bai Yang was startled. Oh my god, where did this girl come from? Are you really not afraid of the No Committee coming to your house when you talk nonsense like this?
There is a set of conventional rules and regulations in radio communications. You are not allowed to make loud noises on the channel, talk nonsense, or swear on the channel, or interrupt others' communications at will. You must adhere to the Five Stresses, Four Beauties, and Three Loves, and all people around the world will be friends with Taiwan.
If you dare to curse in the channel——
No Committee: We’ll be at your doorstep soon!
Bai Yang subconsciously wanted to avoid this strange person, just like when you are walking on the street and suddenly run into someone rushing up to you and talking nonsense, anyone would avoid you.
"73! Goodbye! Goodbye!"
In a panic, the rookie Bai Yang wanted to run away.
"Wait! Don't go! Don't go!"
When the other party heard that he was leaving, he immediately became anxious.
"No... Sorry, my friend, my mom told me to go to bed, 73 is for you."
Bai Yang said.
"Your mother? You still have a mother?"
The other party was shocked.
With a "click", Bai Yang turned off the radio, thinking that he was crazy.
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The next day.
Bai Yang came out of the room sleepily. His mother was mopping the floor. The TV on the TV cabinet was on, broadcasting the morning news. His father was sitting at the table, reading the headlines of the day.
"Move your feet." Mom touched Bai Yang's slippers with the mop. She had to wait for Bai Yang to get up before she could go into the room to mop the floor. "What time did you go to bed last night?"
"Twelve o'clock." Bai Yang turned into the bathroom to wash up. He took his own light blue toothbrush cup on the washstand in his hand, then freed two fingers to squeeze the toothpaste. After squeezing the toothpaste, he turned on the faucet on the washstand. With a "whoosh" sound, a stream of white water rushed into the cup, filling his mouth with foam.
"Go to bed early at night." Mom was very dissatisfied with Bai Yang's sleep time. "If you don't sleep at night, you won't be able to get up the next morning. You'll waste the whole morning sleeping..."
"Okay, okay, I get it!" Bai Yang said with a mouthful of toothpaste foam, "I must go to bed early, I must go to bed early."
"The college entrance examination is coming up soon. There is still a year left. Put the radio aside and focus on studying. In the last ten months, you can fill in the gaps and consolidate what you have learned. There is still room for improvement in the next six months..."
Mom started nagging again.
With just one sentence from her, the remaining time for the college entrance examination was reduced from one year to ten months and then to half a year. Rounding it off, the exam would be tomorrow.
"That's not a radio!" Bai Yang said vaguely, "That's a radio station!"
"That's a radio," said my mother. "It's just a little bigger, isn't it? If it's bigger, it's not a radio."
"That's a shortwave radio station!" Bai Yang spat out all the toothpaste foam in his mouth, gargled, and argued loudly amid the sound of splashing water, "Radio stations can save lives in extreme environments. If an earthquake, flood, tsunami, or other natural disasters hit our home, or even the end of the world, and all mobile phone and TV signals are cut off and everyone loses contact, then only radio stations can..."
"The only way to contact the outside world is through radio, right?" Mom answered.
Bai Yang was stunned, "Yes."
"What does this have to do with your college entrance exam?" Mom said, "Why would you worry about the end of the world? As long as the earth doesn't explode, you have to take the college entrance exam. Stop telling me these nonsense."
Bai Yang finished washing up and came out of the bathroom reluctantly. His father was still sitting there reading the headlines.
While he was arguing his case, his father hid nearby and pretended to be dead.
The father and son looked at each other and expressed helplessness at the stubbornness of the middle-aged housewife.
I remember that my dad was also an expert in the Nanjing HAM circle. In my dad's words, there are so many toads in the world, but only a handful of them can cultivate into spirits, and he is the only one who can cultivate into Ouyang Feng.
Bai Yang asked, "What about Uncle Zhao?"
Dad said that your Uncle Zhao has cultivated into Ouyang Ke.
Unfortunately, my dad is now one quarter retired, one quarter lying down and one half buried. He has long faded out of the HAM circle. He only keeps the radio station and uses it as a receiver. It is no longer as passionate as it was in the past.
It’s a pity that we met too late.
If only he had met his father earlier, they could have played together.
"Did it work last night?"
Bai Yang sat at the table and started to eat breakfast. There were four chicken soup dumplings on the plate. His father lowered his voice and asked.
"There's one on 14 MHz." Bai Yang also replied in a low voice, "14255."
"Where are you from?"
"I don't know." Bai Yang said, "Black stage."
"Enemy spies from the other side? They said they would give you US dollars to surrender?" Dad said, "If so, agree to it quickly, take the money and call the police. Not only will you get US dollars, but you will also get half a million dollars."
"It's a girl." Bai Yang said, "She's talking nonsense. I can't understand what she's saying."
"Girl? The enemy agent is willing to spend so much money? Maybe it's Pansy."
"So what about Pansy?" Bai Yang said harshly, "She didn't even give me her call sign, and she doesn't know QTH. Dad, there's no one on the channels you recommended to me."
"What about 14270?"
"No one."
Dad sighed, "It was quite lively in the early years, just like a vegetable market, but now fewer and fewer people play this. Why don't you buy a handheld radio? There are many people in the UV segment. Buy a Baofeng UV5R, a first-generation magic machine, for 100 yuan, and it can also shoot satellites."
Bai Yang has personally experienced the desolation of amateur radio today. The empty channel is like a deserted street. No matter how loudly Bai Yang shouts on the street, there will not even be an echo.
"Teacher Liu sent the math homework to the group, Xiao Yang, remember to read it." Mom came out after mopping the floor, and Bai Yang and Dad immediately stopped talking. Talking about the radio in front of Mom - in Mom's eyes, it was just a radio - was dangerous. Mom was merciful by not selling the antique, and Lao Bai and Xiao Bai, father and son, should not be ungrateful.
"I understand." Bai Yang lowered his head and took a big sip of soy milk. He was thinking that he would have to try again in the evening. He was unwilling to give up just like that. What if he succeeded in communicating with the other side of the ocean? Then he could show his mother his legitimate reason - I actually play this to learn English! To practice speaking! It will be helpful for the college entrance examination!
As long as it doesn't contact the Japanese.
Because my mom doesn't admit that they are speaking English.
(End of this chapter)
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