BTS Is so Noisy Every Day

Dear late Namjoon: Long time no see. It has been six months since we last met. I wonder if you miss me. Haha, I don't seem to have. I am really happy in my wandering life, so I am replying to your email after such a long time. Please don't worry, I'm not missing, I just bought a plane ticket and went out to play with my little basson! The network in San Pietro, Argentina is so poor that my mobile phone has been unable to receive the network. I'm sorry for not replying to your emails in time. Today, by chance, a kind man lent me his internet on my way to the capital Buenos. In exchange, I would play my beloved bassoon for him in the car. The extended Lincoln is indeed very spacious, and even the installed bassoon can be opened. My new friend was watching me while editing this paragraph. He is an uncle with a nice speaking voice, and the voice of his little pet is also very beautiful. If possible, I would like to have him record some sounds for me. You know, I really like doing this kind of thing. I think I will try hard before getting off the bus. If I can succeed, I will send it to you as an appendix in the next email. This is the first time I have come into contact with a white tiger. It is so cute. Of course, I also came into contact with many special animals in Argentina. I recorded their voices and sent them to you as an attachment. Due to the Internet, I can only choose some of my favorites for you, and I'm afraid the rest will have to wait until I return to China. My next destination is Brazil. I hope there will be a good network there so I can get on the phone with you. By the way, if my brother comes to you, please tell him that I am safe. I just forgot his email account. The piece of paper with his email address blew to Daniel's sister's sink with a gust of wind. When I picked it up, I couldn't read any words clearly. Sister Daniel is a neighbor I met in Chile. She likes to listen to me singing and playing bassoon. She often sits by the window with her kitten and listens to my performance. Thanks to her, I have a convenient place to live in Chile. Sister Daniel's bread is very good. I want to send some of it to you. Unfortunately, when I inquired about it, Sister Daniel told me that her bread could not undergo long-term express delivery. In the end, I got the mate tea she made by herself. I hope you will like the taste. In addition, I also sent the specialties I collected during my trip. If my brother comes to see you, give him some as an apology from me. But you should keep the big head for yourself. I think you need these more, Namjoon. You lost a lot of weight when I saw you last time at school. You said it was the company's request. I can't convince you to refuse their unreasonable request to lose weight. I can only send you some delicious food. I will try my best to choose foods that are less likely to make you gain weight. If you like them and can eat them, you must tell me. Before I leave here, I can buy you some more and send them over. That's it for now~ I hope the next place to send emails will be closer. Finally, I attach my recent photos. Please don't miss me too much. I should be returning to China in a few months. Maybe, maybe, I'm not sure, but I'll see you then~ We will definitely see each other when we go back, I'm sure! ——I will miss you dearly when I have free time. ——Qi Yunlu * * When he received this email, Jin Nanjun stood in the practice room for a long time without regaining consciousness. After all... Anyone who receives an email from a relative who has been missing for half a year would be stunned! All joking aside, he even visited the police station! Finally, with the help of the police uncle, he got the news that his late relative Qi Yunlu had left the country. Seeing from the surveillance that no one was holding him hostage, he jumped on the plane by himself, very happy. After confirming that he was just going abroad, Namjoon sent emails to Yunryul every day, but there has been no reply until today. This guy actually wandered away... It's really terrible. "Namjoon, let's start training!" "Oh oh oh okay! Here we come!" Namjoon put down his phone in a hurry. Trying not to let myself think about this thing that I don't know how to comment on, but the effect is very little. Until the training was over, Yun Lyu was still thinking about it. Seeing that he was out of state, Hoseok asked. At that time, Namjoon was holding his small mobile phone again, looking dazed. "There is news about my relatives at school." Big Bear said solemnly. It seemed like she was lost, but also like she was happy. In short, the mood was strange. Zheng Hoseok raised his head to drink water. He had heard about Namjoon's relative. He had accompanied Namjoon to the police station. "Thought he was the one who disappeared and ended up going abroad?" "Well," Namjoon nodded, "He finally replied to my email and said that he is in Argentina, wandering, singing and stuff every day." "Huh?" Hoseok's expression stopped in surprise, "He lost his wallet and passport? In this case, you should contact the embassy, right?" The information he received was that the other party was begging for food and performing in a foreign country. Namjoon wanted to say that Yunlu was working as a street singer in Argentina. Hoseok's "wandering" means having no money, while Namjoon's "wandering" means his performances are varied. They didn't meet each other, and in the end the two looked at each other without saying anything. I didn't know how to respond to the other person's words, so I was choked up. Or Yoongi passed by and listened and understood, "Subjective wandering? Your friend is playing there, right?" Namjoon nodded hastily, "He said he is very happy and has no plans to return to China for the time being." What he said about "maybe, maybe, I'm not sure" was actually that he didn't want to come back. Namjoon understood his unreliable relative very well. * Qi Yunlu, 17 years old, was born in Seoul on October 1, 1994. The first time I met Namjoon was in the spring of 2010, when he had just transferred to Apgujeong High School. As a university with splendid culture and sports, most students are those who value social circles, cultural and sports development, and activity opportunities, and are willing to take extra classes outside of school and improve themselves independently. It's just convenient for Namjoon to be a trainee, and it's also convenient for Yunryu to run out every day. Qi Yunlu has a pair of good ears and can hear all the beautiful sounds in the world, but is also easily affected by unpleasant sounds. So he doesn't like staying in school very much. What do those people in the club sing? It tortures him to death. Finally, I saw Tian'er running out, and behind him was the squad leader who caught him? The school anniversary is here, and the program of Qi Yunlu's class is chorus. They were counting on this guy from a musical family to give them face and training, but as soon as get out of class was over, this guy ran away with his bag on his back. Then is his book in his bag? No, that bag contains the instruments he has been playing recently. Sometimes it is a triangle or a kazoo, which is not serious at all; sometimes it is a bassoon or violin. When students see it, they will take the initiative to avoid it so as not to touch them. What he was carrying today was an unorthodox all-plastic kazoo. "Qi Yunlu!!! I told you that you have to come to the chorus today!" The squad leader grabbed the door frame and shouted, but the man didn't even look back. Originally Qi Yunlu wanted to cooperate, but! ! ! ! But! During recess, the boys in their class studied together for a while, wow, right next to Yunlu's seat. He was woken up from sleeping with his head covered, because it was so unpleasant that his ears felt uncomfortable, and their dead sounds echoed in his mind. "No! Someone will be killed!" Came the words from someone who was running away. "What are you talking about! Come back!" No one believed Qi Yunlu's words, including Kim Namjoon who came here on the first day. He only thought it was funny and thought that the nimble little fat man was a bit interesting. What he didn't know was that he was the one singing next to Qi Yunlu this morning! ! ! ! "Let's talk next time!" Qi Yunlu, who finally left a message for the next episode, ran away completely. It was an answer played on a kazoo. With a sense of irony. How did you find out that you were torturing the other person? Namjoon thought about it. That was the first time they got to know each other in private. Qi Yunlu, who was once again evading the pursuit of the class monitor, happened to bump into Namjoon who was eating lunch at the corner of the school flower bed, and almost overturned the sandwich Yoongi made for him. "Oh, it's you, classmate Wuya." This is the nickname given by Yunlu to the new classmate. Of course, there are many classmates in the class. Namjoon was No. 4 Because there were four people who disturbed his sleep that day. Just as Namjoon was about to speak, the squad leader's voice came not far away again, "Qi Yunlu! Where have you gone!" "Shh-" Qi Yunlu squatted next to Namjoon and raised his index finger towards him, "Hide for me." Namjoon is also a kind person, even though he said the obviously unpleasant nickname, he still helped Qi Yunlu. "Are you okay?" As soon as he spoke, he saw the eyes of the person next to him light up. Yun Lu: "Classmate Wu Ya" doesn't sing very well, but his speaking voice is very pleasant~ Qi Yunlu was willing to talk to people with nice voices and play with him. The reason, maybe most people wouldn't believe it, is that his ears are so sensitive that he would suffer from physical discomfort due to the unpleasant sounds that enter his ears. You will have a headache, feel like vomiting, and feel nauseated. This is also the reason why he doesn't want to live an ordinary high school life in China. As a street singer, if there is a sound he doesn't like around him, he will run away. You can run as much as you want, no sound can catch him, and no one can catch him. * In Qi Yunlu's imagination, he might have been on a journey to find a comfortable place to live throughout his life, and it was possible that he would never find it. He never thought that he would return to daily life, let alone live in South Korea. He couldn't even remember how he turned back in the end. It seemed that it was the first time he heard the remix of Namjoon's group and he vomited all night long. I didn't want to hear it at first, because he was still "wandering"! Originally, he was very happy to hear the news that his friend was about to debut! In the end, he was told that he had no choice but to "take a taxi" back to South Korea. He thought it was a rescue trip. After rescuing him, he continued his wandering. * Dear Namjoon: Is this shit? - Incredible friend of yours ——Qi Yunlu * Dear Namjoon: Sorry, I was so excited that I made a typo. What's this? Namjoon, is this how your company is confirmed? Are you planning to just send it out? ! Don't waste your good voice like this! Your rap sounds so good, don't do this, get rid of the guy who mixes it for you! That person's studio will be banned directly! Drag him out! ! ! —Your friend who is still in disbelief ——Qi Yunlu * Dear Namjoon: Why is the second version still shit--an uncomfortable level? Namjoon... Namjoon! ! ! Kim Namjoon is no longer the dumb classmate! ! ! Don't give in! ! ! Is this company so unaesthetic? Which guy is doing the post-production this time? Put him in a sack and throw him into the Han River! Let him lower the high frequency! ! ! Is he going to jump off the building or hang himself? Why are there so many high frequencies in the whole song! If this continues, I really have to buy a ticket to go back and kill him. ——Your friend who will never allow this matter to be settled like this. ——Qi Yunlu * Annoying Namjoon: Come again! ! ! ! It's this kind of thing again! ! ! ! I bought a ticket! Siba! ——Friends who don't like you about to get on the plane ——Qi Yunlu * It was a long time before Qi Yunlu realized their purpose. The man behind all this is his brother. The brother he hasn't contacted for more than a year joins hands with Namjoon to trick him back. Knowing that he couldn't stand his friend's debut song turning into garbage, he deceived him with a few songs that were deliberately made to sound unpleasant. ……. ……. The dried meat, dulce de leche sauce, preserved fruit, and yerba mate tea that Yun Lu sent back finally reached the hands of his brother Qi Yuxian. Mr. Qi Yuxian, a 26-year-old cellist, has not heard from his younger brother for a long time. If his classmate had not said that he had received an email from Yun Lu, he might have continued to be immersed in the willful disappearance of his younger brother. My brother who is 9 years younger is really a headache. I have to find a way to get him back to China. Then, confiscate his passport! ! ! ! How could you run away just because your brother's singing is unpleasant? Didn't he use the cello to apologize later? Don't look down on his singing skills! After all, he is also the youngest first prize winner in the Tchaikovsky International Competition. What's wrong with his singing being a bit ugly? As for going abroad? Go home! Empty nester needs company! Qi Yunlu, who was so happy that he was abroad, suddenly sneezed but didn't take it seriously. Return to China? He doesn't want to, he just likes to go to places with few people, sing and play casually. There are too many people and his ears hurt... "Well - it's so noisy, let's go." That day, a lot of new people suddenly came to the square where they were singing. They might all be rock singers, but Qi Yunlu couldn't accept the singing style that was too "genuine". All we can do is leave quickly. He had no idea that someone on the other side of the world had prepared a trap for him. * "Brother Yuxian, do you really want to send this to Yunlu?" There is even a track sung by my brother himself. It's hard to listen to it—it's as good as my own. Namjoon knew with his heels what Yunryul's reaction would be after hearing this. He must have found a place to vomit again. "Fah, we have to make the post-production a bit more unpleasant. He will definitely come back if he can't stand it." It's as "simple" as fishing, and the Yunlu fish over there really took the bait. But why come back? If you give him a chance, won't he leave? What's the point of coming back? Qi Yunlu didn't understand. ……. ……. The significance is that Qi Yuxian knows that even if he goes to South America, Qi Yunlu will not really have a good life. As long as there are people around, there must be "Mr. Wu Ya". If he can't overcome this, he won't be able to live well in his old age. Qi Yuxian doesn't want his brother to live in hiding forever. When I was young, I couldn't explain it, so I just ran away. It was better than crying all the time. Now that you are older and can control your emotions and pace, come back and try, and no longer let those tiny sounds force you to flee far away. ———— Life after returning to China is noisy, noisy and uncomfortable every day... Forget it, who asked me to love them? "That's enough! Don't use your voice to go to me! Is this right? Tell me!" Qi Yunlu tried his best to push away the members who liked to talk in his ears, chatting in his ears endlessly every day. "Like a chicken! Go away!" "Keep a safe distance from me! Our relationship is just a business relationship!" "Ah! Qi Yuxian! Who did you learn this set of bubble sounds from, Kim Namjoon? I'm going to kill him now!" "Tie a sack and throw it into the Han River!" * What to do? Originally, I didn't plan to stay long, I just came back for a visit, but as soon as the new friends around my friend opened their mouths, my ears were completely "fallen". Going! Absolutely going! No matter how hard I moved my feet, I couldn't step out. I didn't even have the strength to say "I should go". Intention: Forget it, who asked me to love them?