The Love Story of the Fire God

music and having dinner. When the man drank all the wine in the glass, a ten-year-old immediately poured him the wine. "May I sit he

d León de Fuego could never forgive. "If I were you, I would punish him." "I will, but not now." The Fire God León de Fuego nodded and calmly changed the subject: "Why don't you ask me why I'm looking for you?" The man poured the Fire God León de Fuego a glass of wine and said, "I don't need to ask, because I know you will." "I came to tell you a story." The Fire God León de Fuego took the glass o

she couldn't cry anymore. In those painful days, her brother hugged her and gave her all the warmth of a nine-year-old boy. Every day, as long as Lucero cries, her brother will come to hug her, and gradually her brother's shoulder becomes her only support. The bowl of white porridge her brother cooked became the most delicious dish for her. She is no longer afraid, she trusts her brother. Every day, she watch

night, before her eyes only the fresh blood and frozen corpses of her parents. Before she broke down, another warm embrace appeared in her life, the man who was her brother's friend. On the night her brother got married, she cried and kept asking her brother's friend, "Why is that?" The man who was listening to the story stood up and shouted, "Why? Why so many?" "The question she asked was: Why are we brothers!" The Fire God León de Fuego also stood up and patted the man on the shoulder: "If you don't want to hear it, I won't tell you!" "Wait, then what?" The man slowly sat down, for some reason, his hand gripping the wine glass. "Lucero is the wife of his brother's friend. Life is no longer poor, when it rains, you no longer have to worry about your house leaking, and you don't need to eat white porridge anymore. But she still silently counted the days that passed, waiting for the death anniversary of her parents, because only on that day, did her brother come to pick her up to go to the cemetery and visit the graves of her father and mother. "Father, mother, I live very well, my husband is very good to me." Every time she knelt before the grave, she said the same thing, and then she waited for her brother to tell his father and mother about his life. "Father, mother, I avenged you. In the world of spirits, mom and dad can rest easy. Father, Mother, why are you so cruel, taking a girl to be my wife without telling me?" "Brother?" "Lucero, someone wants to see you." "Yes." She felt that her brother was a bit strange today, regret in his eyes. She was brought to his house, and a beautiful woman saw her clutched her hand, and cried: "That's right, you are Gaviotas." "I'm Lucero." "No, you are my daughter, my daughter who was robbed ten years ago." Her eyes