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- ? No. 66, Muxuyuan Street, Qinhuai District, Qinyuan, Meihua Villa.
It is an hour's walk to Zijin Mountain and ten minutes' walk to Crescent Lake. There are mountains, waters and city walls.
Bai Yang rode his bicycle quickly over the road of Clover Garden Avenue, jumped from under one street lamp to another, then turned left and entered the gate of the community. When he passed the speed bump, his wheels were suspended in the air, and then he came to a heavy stop. Under the surprised eyes of the security guard, he rode into the night and disappeared.
"Ride slower¡ª¡ª!"
Uncle security poked his head out and shouted.
"Got it, Uncle Cai!"
He is in a hurry.
It¡¯s half past ten for self-study next night, and it¡¯s almost eleven o¡¯clock when I ride home all the way. Senior high school life is always so tight, and my mother asks Bai Yang to go to bed before twelve o¡¯clock every night. If he wants to do something before going to bed What, then you must go home as soon as possible.
The home is in Unit 2, Building 11, and turn left 20 meters into the community.
Eighth floor, 804.
Bai Yang parked his bicycle downstairs and locked it, then carried his schoolbag on his back and walked upstairs. The voice-activated lights in the corridor lit up from bottom to top all the way to the top of the building the second he stepped into the unit door.
Jumping up to the eighth floor in one breath, Bai Yang took out the key to open the door, put down his schoolbag and changed his shoes in the hallway, the light in the living room was still on, but at this time, his father and mother were already asleep, Bai Yang looked at their bedroom with his head, Sure enough, the door was closed.
The supper made by my mother is usually kept warm in the rice cooker, and the rice cooker is placed on the dining table and plugged in.
If Bai Yang came back from his evening self-study and was hungry, he would have something to eat.
Supper is usually noodles or rice, and Bai Yang doesn¡¯t go home to eat dinner, so my mother will keep a separate portion of the dinner menu and heat it in the rice cooker.
He uncovered the pot and fried noodles hot.
Bai Yang tried to touch the bowl, but it was not too hot, so he took the bowl and went back to his room.
"Xiao Yang?"
When passing the parents' bedroom, my mother's confused voice came from across the door.
"Well, I'm back."
Bai Yang replied.
"Oh, I'm back, go to bed early."
Mom fell asleep again, and Dad's snoring was as loud as ever.
Bai Yang returned to his room with his supper. His room was not big. The entrance was an aisle squeezed out by the single bed and the wall. The desk was against the bay window. To the right of the desk was a tall bookshelf full of teaching aids.
After finishing the supper and wiping his mouth, Bai Yang took a deep breath and took out his phone from under the table to check the time.
Eleven thirty in the evening.
Bai Yang sat upright on the chair, drew the curtains, turned on the desk lamp, and solemnly took out a roll of toilet paper and put it on the table. No matter what happened next, it was always right to put a roll of toilet paper first. In the dead of night, everything is silent, single young man, alone, he has some handicrafts that are inconvenient to do during the day.
From now on, he will change his identity.
In addition to being a senior high school student, he has another identity¡ª¡ª
Old color batch.
of course not.
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It's ham.
What is ham?
Ham is HAM, the full name is: amateur radio amateurs.
Bai Yang reached out and took off the plastic sheet on the bookshelf, and with a "swish", it revealed the black radio station underneath.
The I725 shortwave radio looks a bit like an old-fashioned CD player from the 1980s.
A family heirloom left by Papa.
Old antiques that can enter the museum.
He leaned over to turn on the external power supply at the other end of the bookshelf, and pressed the POWER button on the panel of the radio, the radio started to power on, the light yellow old-fashioned LCD screen and the small level meter lit up, the channel stopped at 7.2750MHZ, Bai Yang was on the jack Insert the earphone and hand microphone respectively, press the SSB button to enter the SSB communication mode, press the TUNER button to turn on the antenna tuner, after a few seconds the tuning is completed, the green light is on, and then slowly turn the knob to tune the frequency.
His movements are nimble, at this moment he looks like Yu Zecheng, an underground party member in "Latent".
Of course, he also looks like an old man who listens to the radio with the radio before going to bed.
Tonight, Bai Yang will make the first long-distance communication in his ham career.
?The so-called radio communication is actually to find someone to talk to, but the biggest difference between it and a mobile phone call is that you don't know who you can contact, and you don't know that radio waves will be tens of kilometers away.Shit, 2012.
Dad is right. There are fewer and fewer people playing radio, and even fewer people playing shortwave. At present, there are still living people in the UV frequency band. The car lovers in the city rely on this to discuss where to go on weekends. Fuck, the time-consuming and labor-intensive thing of using short-wave radio for long-distance communication has long since been done.
So Dad used the station as a radio.
Today in 2019, few people can feel the romance of radio communication. No one is willing to set up an antenna more than ten meters high and send their voices to all parts of the world. This thing is too complicated, cumbersome and slow, even as an amateur Hobbies are not interesting enough or exciting enough.
More and more old HAMs have withdrawn from the arena, and Dad is one of them.
Bai Yang increased the power from 2W to 5W, and tried calling again.
Sure enough, no one was there.
The channel is empty.
When Dad was young, some channels were as lively as a vegetable market, and radio waves from all over the country converged in the night sky and flew to all parts of the world.
Now even the people in the vegetable market are astigmatized.
Bai Yang slowly turned the FM knob, and the numbers on the LCD screen changed little by little, from 14.195MHZ to 14.120MHZ, and then to 14.125MHZ again. He wanted to try his luck, maybe there would be someone talking on other channels. ?
14.126MHZ.
14.128MHZ.
14.130MHZ.
Bai Yang supported his head, listened to each channel for more than ten seconds, and then turned the knob.
14.131MHZ.
14.132MHZ.
14.133MHZ.
He is a lonely traveler in the desert, and he can't meet the second of his kind in all directions.
Bai Yang sighed. The communication tonight was declared a failure. He looked at the radio station for a long time, and casually dialed the FM knob of the radio station. Turning the knob back and forth, it was like playing on the radio. The red TX indicator light was always on. The numbers on the LCD screen jumped rapidly.
He was taken aback suddenly, and his fingers stopped.
etc!
Bai Yang cautiously turned the knob back slowly, frowned, and listened attentively. Amidst the noisy noise, someone was speaking indistinctly, whether it was singing or chanting.
Someone!
He subconsciously glanced at the channel.
14.255MHZ.
After tossing all night, Bai Yang finally met the second person.
Still a girl.
Bai Yang waited for the other party's voice to stop, and began to call: ""CQ! CQ! CQ! This is BG4MXH, Bravo-Golf-Four-Mike-Xray-Hotel! g d waiting for a call! "
The channel was silent for a few seconds.
Then a surprised exclamation broke out from the earphones:
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