Seopyeonje Page #3

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But she died?

She killed herself.

That was more than five years ago.

That's terrible!

She went after you,

not that you went after her.

I told you to drop it.

I don't want to see

you wasting your talent.

You didn't get to finish learning, and

now you've become a traveling singer.

I can take care of myself,

so just shut up!

You've still got that

temper of yours.

Why are you getting mad when

I'm only saying it for your sake?

Who asked you?

And you call yourself a singer,

singing the way you do?

What did you say?

You think you're so great just

because you've been on stage?

Everyone just calm down.

He's drunk.

He's drunk like a dog.

Look what he's doing

to his old friends.

Friends? When were we ever friends?

You're having fun taunting me,

pretending to give a sh*t about me.

Drunk like a dog?

You're right. I wander

around like a dog,

but I'm better than all of you!

You wait and see!

I've never been afraid of

anyone who says wait and see!

What?

Let's just all calm down.

You should all calm down.

It's late, and you should get going.

I'll stay with him and

have one more drink.

- Just look at what you did.

- Let's go.

Have a seat.

Come again!

You and your pride...

Without it, I'd have been

dead a long time ago.

Let's have a drink.

Should he stop drinking?

Who asked you?

I'll drink when I want to,

so just shut your mouth.

Now that you started talking,

you sure are feisty!

Cut the crap and

pour me a drink.

Yes, sir.

Why don't you go with us to Seoul?

If I do, you'll all be out of work.

Go ahead. I'd like to see you do it.

You've become quite conceited.

I'm not the person

you used to know back then.

Back then, you were the most

talented one, but not anymore.

Is that right? I apologize for not

recognizing your great talent.

Pour a drink for the master singer here.

Let me pour it for you.

Please?

That's enough.

If you have time to be so conceited,

spend it to sing better.

What did you say?

You want to go? Go then!

Let's go to my inn and

drink some more!

Come again!

My love...my love...

You missed a beat.

Come here.

Let's play piggyback ride.

My love... You are my love.

Let's do it again. And add

some chorus, would you?

My love... my love...

you are my love...

My love...you are my love...

that's my love...

What would you like to eat?

A sour apricot?

How about Mr. Lee Junior? He's standing tall.

Sister, what's Mr. Lee Junior?

It means he wants her

to have his baby.

What would you like to eat?

A sour apricot?

How about Mr. Lee Junior?

He's standing tall.

No, I don't want that.

Then, what would you like to eat?

How about a short

but sweet melon?

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