We Live In Nanjing

  Chapter 12 See you tomorrow

   When contacting other survivors last night, Banxia was shocked, and even too late to be happy. The voice of that person on the channel shook her worldview that she had formed over the years.

  Although the teacher told him not to give up external contact, Banxia actually did not hold any hope. Is there really a second person in this world?

  When Banxia walked through this vibrant world of ruins alone, she didn't believe it.

After being cut off last night, the girl even wondered if she had hallucinations. In fact, she had never received signals from other people. She was only schizophrenic during the day-to-day outgoing calls, and her brain imagined a second. Personally, at the radio level, there is no evidence to prove that the person really exists.

But when I contacted him again tonight, Banxia seemed to be smashed into her head by a heavy hammer called Surprise, which made her dizzy and lost her language ability in the next ten seconds. I couldn't say a word, only big teardrops fell.

  "CQ! CQ! CQ! ThisisBG4MXH! QSL?"

   "Yes! I am..."

  Banxia was worried that she would scare away the other party again, so she responded cautiously this time.

   "Uh... this is BG4MXH, QTH Nanjing Qinhuai District, copy your signal, your signal 59+, OVER."

  She still doesn't understand the other party's reply.

  Banxia squeezed his hands and hesitated, and tried to open and close his mouth several times.

  She never expected the current situation. Although she contacted other people, she didn't understand what they were saying.

What is   BG4MXH?

What is   QTH?

What is   59?

  "This friend? Can you hear me? QSL?"

  The other party looked at her silently, and asked again.

  "Copy...copy your signal! Your signal 59+! OVER!"

  Pan Xia Ji Zhongshengzhi, according to the gourd painting.

  "Received, this is BG4MXH. Thank you for giving me the signal report of 59. What is your call sign?"

   "Call... What is the call sign?"

"Your call sign, if you pass the amateur radio operating license exam, they will assign you a call sign. For example, my call sign is BG4MXH. It is against the regulations to conduct external radio communication without a call sign. This friend, you There should be a call sign? OVER."

  "Yes!" Banxia answered hurriedly, "My call sign is BG4MSR."

  Edit one on the spot.

  "Received, BG4MSR."

  This conversation is really strange.

  Banxia sits in a chair, holds a microphone in his hand, wears headphones, and stares at the radio station on the table, crying and forgetting.

  The only remaining human beings in the world contacted each other for the first time, and the first topic they talked about was actually a call sign.

  "BG4MSR, this is BG4MXH, is there any trouble on your side? OVER."

  "Trouble?" Banxia replied, "No trouble, OVER."

   "It's okay."

  The other party was obviously relieved.

"BG4MXH, this is BG4MSR, what's your name? Where do you currently live? How many people are there?" Pinellia learns very quickly, so I just used the call sign made up, "Do you lack Food, fuel and medicine? OVER."

  "Uh...BG4MSR, this is BG4MXH. I am in Qinhuai District, Nanjing. How many people are there on my side... There are three people on my side, my parents and me. I don’t lack food, fuel and medicine, OVER."

  Qinhuai District, Nanjing!

  Banxia almost jumped up from the chair, with a spring on her buttocks.

  So many years, so many years! They actually live in Qinhuai District! It's so close! Why haven't you encountered it in so many years!

  "When can we meet?"

   Banxia asked subconsciously.

   This one makes the opponent confused, so is it eyeballing?

  This progress is too fast, right? Do you have to talk about online dating for a few months?

"Is it me looking for you or you looking for me?" Banxia asked, "Is your situation safe there? How long does it take to prepare? Is there enough dry food? Do you have weapons and ammunition? Plan your route well Do you need to cross the river?"

  The girl asked a lot of questions in one breath like pouring beans.

  The other party was silent for a long time before saying:

   "BG4MSR, this is BG4MXH, I am afraid, OVER."

"You choose a meeting place!" Banxia apparently ignored his response, and said to herself, "Choose a meeting time! I'm also in Qinhuai District, Nanjing! I'm here at Mufuyuan Street! Choose one of us both Wherever you go, the sooner the better!"

  "Then...then the intersection between Muyuanyuan Street and Zhongshanmen Street?"

  The other party actually agreed to the ghost messenger.

  Maybe he himself didn’t know what he was thinking, he was just infected by the excitement and excitement of this girl.

"time!"

   "Uh... tomorrow afternoon at six o'clock?"

"good!"

   "BG4MSR, this is BG4MXH, can you give me your contact information? Mobile phone number, WeChat account, QQ number, etc., will it be convenient to contact me? OVER."

Phone number?

We chat number?

  QQ number?

What are   ?

  Banxia can't figure it out. What kind of contact information is needed? Will you see it when you get there?

  "You don't have a mobile phone number and WeChat ID?"

"no."

  The opponent fell into silence for a long time.

  He actually met a modern primitive man on the channel.

  There are still people who don’t have a mobile phone, WeChat, or QQ this year?

  "BG4MSR, BG4MSR... Then tell me what clothes you will wear tomorrow and what are the eye-catching features. I will find you in time, OVER."

  No contact information, only a compromise method can be selected.

  "Okay, BG4MXH, I will wear a blue jeans, a white shirt, a ponytail, and a black bag. Oh, by the way, I also have a mountain bike."

   "BG4MSR, this is BG4MXH, I wrote it down, see you tomorrow, OVER."

  "See you tomorrow! Be sure to pay attention to safety! OVER!"

   "73."

   "7...what does 73 mean?"

   "73 means good wishes for you."

   "Good! 73! Best wishes for you!"

  End the communication, Banxia put down the microphone, took off the earphone, leaned back on the seat, and took a deep breath while looking at the ceiling.

  It's really like a dream.

  She squeezed her cheek hard, it hurts, not a dream.

Banxia stood up, opened the curtain in front of him, held the table with both hands, and took a deep breath and shouted at the night sky outside: "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Eight generations of ancestors—!"

  The girl's voice spread far in the silent dark night.

  Then she turned around and ran out of the room, too late to wear her shoes, and rushed downstairs barefoot and stepped into the flower garden on the edge of the unit.

  There is a small soil **** on which a small flower is planted, and a small shovel is inserted in the mud in front of the soil slope.

Banxia panting and kneeling down in front of the soil slope, sweaty and messy, she raised her head with a smile, spit out the hair in her mouth: "Teacher, teacher, teacher! Tell you a good news! I finally found someone else." La!"

  (End of this chapter)