Then, Li Qingning and the teacher got busy and exchanged musical concepts, Li Qingning was born in classical music and knew a lot, and even the senior sister couldn't insert a few words, listening silently on the side, and looked at Li Qingning in amazement from time to time.

As for Jiangyang -

He was idle and bored, and slipped to the balcony, where some flowers and plants were planted, one of which particularly attracted Jiang Yang's attention, looked like garlic, but not garlic, looked like a wild kind of small garlic, I don't know if it was.

Just when Jiang Yang was curious and wanted to pull it up and take a look, he suddenly heard a movement next to him, "...... May we be destined to meet in the sky, 73. ”

Jiang Yang stood up and saw the uncle just now slowly walking to the balcony next to him.

This tube building is like this, with a row of balconies.

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

Uncle Yi turned his head, also saw Jiang Yang, and returned coldly.

Jiang Yang was curious.

What did the uncle just hold in his hand?

Walkie-talkies, not quite like it, it looks high-end, and there are screens.

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

The teacher's house was filled with books, CDs, vinyl and pianos, so the cello wasn't in the office. But Mr. Zhang next door had a cello, and the teacher asked Jiang Yang to borrow it temporarily.

Jiangyang 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 his 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 directly handed over the piano bag and bow to Jiang Yang, and before Jiang Yang could say a word of thanks, the door was closed.

This old man has a strange temper.

Jiang Yang went back and handed the cello to Li Qingning.

He remembered that when he first met Li Qingning, she carried a cello on her back. Now I see that Li Qingning quickly adjusted the piano, and after discussing with the teacher, he held the bow in one hand, fixed the strings in the other, straightened his back, slender neck, and matched with the cello in front of him, which was very elegant.

The only problem is that Jiang Yang feels a little sorry for their baby.

It's better than refinement, I don't know if it's going to be pressed.

The cello has a rich and mellow tone.

It is the main part of "Liang Zhu", which is the part with the poetic love theme, in which the cello presumably plays the male role, and then the light and soft timbre of the violin is added to form a counterpoint.

When I used to listen to it online, I just thought it was good, but now it sounds really good.

Jiang Yang stood on the balcony and looked at his wife.

At this time, someone next to him asked him, "What kind of song is this?" ”

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

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

He said proudly.

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

Jiang Yang: "Liang Zhu, my wife wrote it." Is a blue can of Coke any good? I usually drink red cans. ”

Lying for his wife, Jiang Yang's face was not red.

Uncle: "This is to change "Liang Zhu" into a cello performance? ”

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

Uncle:......

The music started again.

The uncle quietly heard the sound of the piano and stopped, nodded, and spoke highly of the performance: "The level is good." ”

Jiang Yang: "That's, I don't look at anyone's wife." What were you just playing? ”

Uncle was a little speechless.

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

It's blind.

has both good looks and talent, which is definitely not bad for the next generation.

But—

This excellent gene is going to be mixed into the baby's gene, which is a national treasure jade cabbage for a pig to gnaw.

This pig's mouth is so good.

How.

Uncle is a gentleman, I can't ask these words.

He patiently replied, "Amateur radio." ”

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

"Almost."

Uncle nodded, the radio waves will attenuate when they pass through the atmosphere, but they will not disappear at all, and they will enter the universe. However, in the end, they are all drowned in the noise and become part of the noise.

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

Uncle:......

He thinks this kid is stupid to watch science fiction. As far as his radio station is concerned, if it can receive extraterrestrial radio waves, not counting the country, tens of thousands of people in China will know about it, let alone abroad, and he will need to answer?

"But—"

Jiang Yang asked him if he really received it, "You can find me, I have a backstage, and I can talk to them about the residents of the thermal power station." ”

The three-body people turned against the sky, and they didn't dare to provoke the residents of the thermal power station.

Two-way foil is not just talking.

He is a fellow villager of the thermal power station, so he has to give this little face.

When the uncle heard Jiang Yang's preface, he wanted to call Li Qingning over and feed him medicine.

Jiang Yang saw the look in the fool's eyes, and he laughed too.

It's so lonely.

These stalks, people in this place don't know.

And—

After being away from his hometown for a long time, he was also very interested in talking about the villains who invaded his hometown that did not exist.

The uncle looked at Jiang Yang's smile, three points of self-deprecation, three points of helplessness, three points of loneliness, and after a moment of silence: "Come and have a cup of 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, Li Qingning's senior sister looks at Li Qingning.

Li Qingning: "Blue cans, he can't get used to drinking them." ”

I just had a drink today, and my gluttony came up.

Otherwise.

Jiang Yang doesn't necessarily have to deal with the uncle.

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

"Huh."

Jiang Yang looked at this, "You are really messy here." ”

There are musical instruments, books, sheet music, discs, vinyl records, a lot of equipment that seems to be amateur radio, and some old objects, newspapers and magazines older than Jiangyang.

"My wife likes to save things, and that's all over time."

The uncle looked around, "Every old object has a memory, and if you lose it, you will forget, and if you forget, it is a betrayal." ”

Forgot.

Is it betrayal?

Jiang Yang smacked this sentence, and always felt that he had heard it somewhere.

He walked to the coffee table, took the book away, found a place to sit on the sofa, and then saw an open cup of Coke poured on the coffee table, and a large handful of pills were placed next to it, "So many medicines?" ”

Uncle: "I'm old, and I'm sick." ”

He asked Jiang Yang to go to the balcony, and there was a small table on the balcony, and he moved two small chairs.

Jiang Yang sat down.

The uncle brought the dried tofu and the coke, opened the coke, "What does it mean not to answer?" ”

Jiang Yang took a sip of Coke.

"That's a long, long, really great story—"

Jiang Yang looked at the radio equipment again, and didn't know if it was because of the coke candy, Jiang Yang's mind flashed, "Your forgetting is tantamount to betrayal, but it reminds me of another story." ”

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

He put the Coke down.

This Coke—

It's not good to drink.

He took a bite of dried tofu and began to speak.

Probably on another cantilevered arm of the galaxy, there is a civilization, and they are the Rasims.

But they are not native-born, they are outsiders.

As for where it came from, they forgot.

Just remember that a long, long time ago, the ancestor's spaceship crashed on the planet Rasium, and they suffered heavy losses, and only a few of them survived.

They have also survived with deep space electromagnetic wave receiving technology.

With the help of this technology and equipment, the surviving people listened to the radio waves in all corners 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 development, he forgot the civilization of his home planet.

"It's kind of interesting."

The uncle took a sip of Coke, and his and his wife's hobby was playing amateur radio waves, which was how they met at that time.

Uncle still thinks it's very romantic.

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

Another kind of romance belongs to the romance of the starry sky and the romance of the radio waves.

The next chapter will be this sci-fi story, if you don't like it, please subscribe with caution

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