from my heart [last days]

Chapter 35 Radio

The next day everyone got up early in a tacit understanding, and gathered in Xie Congxin's room for breakfast. Pei Ze's face was normal, but a little stubble appeared on his chin. Zhou An asked him, "Did you sleep?"

Pei Ze responded lightly.

"Why don't you tell me to take turns?" Zhou An only thought he was guarding against the group of people upstairs, and said with a frown, "Peng Peng and I will come cheer later, you sleep for a while?"

"No need," Pei Ze asked, "How is Academician Xie?"

Xie Congxin was sitting on the bed cooling the porridge, and said, "It's okay, I can't die."

"The fever has subsided a little," Zhou An explained, "hang another two bottles of water today, and it should be fine tomorrow."

After they finished eating, the people upstairs also woke up. The sound insulation of the room was not good, and footsteps could be heard from the ceiling. Peng He was very concerned about the fact that he was pointed at by a gun yesterday, and said angrily: "Didn't I tell them to call them?" lighter?"

Xie Congxin didn't care about the noise, and asked, "Are they leaving today?"

Zhou An said: "I didn't ask, since I'm here to stay overnight, I should leave."

Xie Congxin nodded thoughtfully, and said, "Aren't you going to cheer? Why are you all guarding me?"

Zhou An laughed, and said: "Let's go now, Yin Shang and Peng Peng stay with you, you sleep again, don't kick the quilt, and sweat to reduce the fever."

Since the power station came out, Zhou An's attitude has changed, and he has shown a lot of concern for him.

It's not that there's anything wrong with it, Zhou An acted naturally, it didn't look like he was deliberately pretending, he wouldn't deepen his doubts because of this concern within the normal range, and of course he wouldn't trust him because of this concern, and Compared with Zhou An, he is now more concerned about the group of people who suddenly appeared upstairs.

Pei Ze and Zhou An drove out. Xie Congxin was not someone who would obey the doctor's orders obediently. He immediately got out of bed and prepared to go outside for a while. Cheng Yinshang couldn't stop him, so he had to follow along with Peng He, one left and one right like sending the leader on a trip Dharma protector.

The group of people were making breakfast downstairs, and it turned out to be quite hearty. They fried fried dough sticks and wrapped them in a cake made of egg flour. The aroma could be smelled on the second floor.Seeing Xie Congxin going downstairs, the Mediterranean Sea's eyes lit up, and he stepped forward and said, "It seems that this little brother is sick? Is it better now?"

"..." Rao Xie Congxin was stunned for a moment because of the mandarin that was far away from the waterway, and then he realized, "The boss is from the south?"

"Oh, how do you know?" Mediterranean said excitedly, "I look like Zejiang!"

Hunan and Fujian are not divided into Hufu, Nanjing is not divided into Nanlan, and the people from Zhejiang read Zhe the second time. Xie Congxin smiled, "The accent sounds like, my surname is Xie, what is the boss's surname?"

Mediterranean said happily: "My surname is Zhao, and my single name is Meng, so I'll be a Mongolian Dimeng. Come here, come and sit, how many cakes are there? My bodyguard is very good at cooking, do you want sweets or salt?"

Xie Congxin was pushed to sit on the table, and looked around, two bodyguards who were cooking, and a middle-aged woman on the opposite side, who should be Mrs. Zhao Meng. Xie Congxin smiled politely at her as a greeting, and said: "I listen Say there are five of you in total, is there one who hasn't gotten up yet?"

"Looks like it!" Zhao Meng enthusiastically asked the bodyguard to roll cakes for Xie Congxin and Cheng Yinshang Peng He behind him, and said, "Xiao Xu is alone, everything else is fine, it seems sleepy or not, he is still sleeping."

Xie Congxin said: "Running around during the day, it is right to sleep more at night."

He has always been rude to people, but he didn't expect to treat Zhao Meng so kindly. Peng He tugged at Cheng Yinshang's sleeve, and whispered, "What is Academician Xie doing?"

Cheng Yinshang shook his head, and didn't understand what he meant. Just as the bodyguards raised their heads and asked them what sauce they wanted, Cheng Yinshang waved his hand and said, "No, we just ate it, so don't bother."

Xie Congxin put his arms up and said with a smile: "I don't want sauce, just cake, thank you."

He wanted to chat with Zhao Meng, Cheng Yinshang and Peng He couldn't leave, so they could only sit down with him, and they were forced to eat a cake for each person, so Xie Congxin asked Zhao Meng, "Boss Zhao is from Zhejiang|Jiangsu, how did he come here?" Deng|zhou coming?"

Zhao Mengdao: "I used to open a small restaurant in Zheng|zhou, who knew it would suddenly close down, and there would be some zombies, just like making a movie, so unlucky!"

Xie Congxin hadn't seen someone who could speak Mandarin like this for many years, and it took him a few seconds to realize what he was saying, and said, "Then why don't you stay in Zhengzhou? Is the situation in Zhengzhou not good?"

Zhao Meng sighed, probably thinking of his "small restaurant" that he couldn't take away, and said melancholy: "There are a lot of people in Zhengzhou, and the living dead walk around everywhere. If you don't live, why don't I take my wife with you?" Are you going out to take risks?"

Mrs. Zhao Meng finished eating the cake at this time, wiped her hands gracefully with a tissue, and smiled at Xie Congxin: "Old Zhao's Mandarin is not good, let me tell you."

Compared with Zhao Mengyi, the standard mandarin in this gentle and soft language is surprisingly nice, Xie Congxin asked: "Where are those two going?"

Mrs. Zhao replied: "There are not many living people in Zheng|zhou city, we are going to the heavy city."

Xie Congxin tapped his fingers on the armrest of the chair, and said, "Why do you think of going to Zhongcheng? Why don't you go to Beijing?"

Mrs. Zhao said: "I heard that the heavy city has been taken over by the army and is accepting refugees. It's safe."

Xie Congxin showed a little surprise, and said, "Isn't the communication cut off? Where did you get the news from?"

Mrs. Zhao was about to answer, Zhao Meng snapped up and said: "Hey, do you know? The mobile phone is out of use, and the radio station is still good. The Chongcheng station broadcasts less far away, but we, He| People in Nanga are going to the sidelines."

The short sentence is okay, but the long sentence still sounds a bit difficult. Xie Congxin pressed the pulsating temples, and performed a simultaneous translation for him in his mind: the mobile phone can't be used, but the car radio can still receive a little signal. The scope of the broadcast is very wide, and many people in Henan are heading towards the heavy city...

He hoped that Zhao Meng would shut up, so he looked at Mrs. Zhao and said, "So that's the case, but I really don't know."

Mrs. Zhao smiled, and asked him again: "What about you? Where are you from and where are you going?"

"He's from Yi|chang," Xie Congxin had a good impression of this gentle Mrs. Zhao, and replied, "I plan to go back to Beijing, my family is there."

Mrs. Zhao originally wanted to persuade them to go to Chongcheng, but she swallowed the words after hearing the second half of the sentence, and said regretfully: "Then you must avoid Zheng|zhou, there is really no way to go there."

It is impossible for Zheng | Zhou to avoid it, but there is no need to talk too much with them, not to mention whether the truth of this sentence is unknown, Xie Congxin sincerely thanked him.

At this moment, Dr. Xu finally went downstairs. He didn't wear his white coat from last night, he was wearing a crumpled shirt and trousers, his face was covered with unkempt hairstyle, and the eyes behind his glasses were sleepy. When he saw Xie Congxin, he paused, like He woke up, nodded politely, and said, "Hello."

He looks very ordinary, and he is also dressed. If you put it in the crowd in the past, you can find about ten of them at a glance, but Xie Congxin narrowed his eyes the moment his eyes met. This man...

Mrs. Zhao asked Dr. Xu to come over for dinner, and continued the conversation with Xie Congxin: "We are going to stay for another day, how about you? When are you leaving?"

Xie Congxin slowly looked back, and replied, "Just like you, I will leave tomorrow morning."

Mrs. Zhao nodded and said: "I think your complexion is not good, you'd better rest more, don't rush on your way."

She is a smart person, and she didn't ask them what they did, but it was because she was so smart that she felt unnatural.The military jeep outside and the temperament of Pei Ze and others can be said to be clear at a glance. In troubled times, ordinary people have nothing to think about when they meet soldiers.

Xie Congxin smiled politely at her, and said goodbye: "It's a little hard work, I'll go to sleep for a while."

Back on the second floor, Cheng Yinshang closed the door of the room and asked in a low voice, "Is there any problem with them?"

"What's the problem?" Cheng Yinshang was still vigilant, Xie Congxin smiled, found a towel that he didn't know whether it had been sterilized or not, and went into the bathroom to take a shower. Cheng Yinshang was afraid that he was still ill, so he hurriedly stopped him. : "Be patient for another day, get up and wash tomorrow morning."

Xie Congxin gave him a meaningful look, and said, "I'm afraid we won't be able to wait until tomorrow morning."

Cheng Yinshang didn't know why, but fortunately Xie Congxin didn't really take a bath, so he wiped himself with a towel and then gave up.

When Pei Ze and Zhou An came back at 01:30 in the afternoon, they actually found some red beans and black rice, soaked them in water, and prepared to cook eight-treasure porridge for Xie Congxin at night.

Xie Congxin just mentioned it casually last night, and the sudden craving to drink last night has long since disappeared today, so he responded with a lack of interest, and told them about the car radio.

Several people immediately got into the car to debug, and after a long time of trying, they finally found a local radio station in Deng|zhou.

Standing outside the car, Peng He couldn't figure it out, "The mobile phone can't be used, how can the radio still work?"

Xie Congxin took out his mobile phone to confirm that there was no signal, and was silent for two seconds before explaining: "The band for civilian communication is above 800, the band for military use is close to 2000, and the short-wave radio station is only 80. The meteorite may be blocking the high-band signal."

It's like saying nothing, Peng He didn't understand these things, and asked: "Then can I use this to contact Jingli?"

Xie Congxin shook his head and did not explain the reason.

The distance is too far, the short wave reception range basically only covers the local area of ​​the station, and the most inter-provincial, and the radio signal reception on the car is one-way. Beijing's radio station sends out a signal.

It’s still too early to leave Chongcheng. The information on the computer didn’t mention this, and I never thought of this possibility. Otherwise, when I was in Sandouping, I could find a way to send a letter to Chongcheng to avoid the trip to the power station. .