【Gojo Family Housewife's Daily Life】Comics

Ten years after the death of Gojo Satoru, the 35th head of the Gojo family of the Sugawara clan, his only daughter, An, succeeded him as the head of the family and became the 36th head of the family. Two years later, his wife, Roshi, also died.

On that day, Xing buried his mother and his deceased father in the ancestral tomb.

——"Chronicle of the Gojo Family of the Three Great Families"

2030/ 12/ 30

(Note: This is the story of Parallel World 1. Note that it is a parallel world!!! The timeline is twelve years after the death of Shinjuku War Satoru, and the narrative perspective is Gojo An)

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People grow up suddenly, as if an important node that appears unexpectedly in life will transform us from ignorant children into mature adults.

My beautiful orange-red dreamlike childhood came to an abrupt end with the passing of my father.

From that moment on, the colorful bubbles in my memories suddenly burst, making everything around me blurry and distant.

At my father's funeral, I felt for the first time naked in the glaring sunlight.

In front of the mourning hall, there were all kinds of people coming and going, looking at me with sympathy, indifference, or curiosity. It was the first time that I felt vulnerable and exposed.

My mother, wearing a black dress with long sleeves, knelt in front of my father's spirit with an expressionless face.

She seemed to be crying, but also seemed not to be crying...

Crying, probably.

After losing her mother and sister, she lost her husband.

Many people sympathized with me, but I sympathized with her.

Is it really true that beauty is doomed to fail?

In my opinion, she should cry her heart out. Even if not for her husband, she could cry for herself.

My father died when I was a little over six years old.

Father....My father——Gojo Satoru...

The 300th head of the Gojo family, a legend in the contemporary world of sorcery, one of the "strongest names" in the world of aliens, and the only "six-eyed" in the family for nearly years...

In short, he has all kinds of "titles", and this uniqueness and excellence make him a favored child of heaven that everyone pays attention to. It seems that he was destined to become the focus of everyone's attention since he was born.

Discussions about him began when he was born, and have not ended even after so many years of his death.

But to be honest, I don't really remember what kind of person he was. I can only understand my father through the photography and photos of the first six years.

Or maybe...I can still look in the mirror. After all, everyone who has seen me says that I look like my father.

In the few vague memories I have of him, he probably loved me very much.

There is a family photo on the head of my bed, which was taken on my full moon day: my father still had long hair at that time. He was wearing a kimono, the formal attire of the head of the family, with a high silver ponytail. He was hugging my mother, and his expression was full of joy.

And mother...My mother was wearing a moon-white cheongsam, holding me and smiling faintly.

The sensational wedding eighteen years ago is still talked about by everyone today - the young master of the Gojo family and the eldest daughter of the Lu family. They are well matched, what a perfect match, what a good marriage.

It seemed to be true at the time, but...whether it was fate or karma, only those who have passed away know.

My mother also comes from a prominent family.

She comes from a famous family in China, the "Lu Family", one of the four major families in the Chinese supernatural world.

She has a distinguished family background and beautiful appearance.

Yes, she is beautiful...very beautiful...so beautiful as a dream...Maybe she is a dream to my father, just like my father is to her.

I have never seen a more beautiful woman, and still to this day.

Whenever someone compliments my appearance, I always think of my mother. If they had seen her face, the compliment would probably turn into endless regret, regret that I did not inherit her beauty, but instead looked too much like my father.

In my memory, my mother is a gentle and kind woman, her kindness is almost sensitive.

Of course, this may not be entirely her fault. After all, my mother is a very pitiful person.

She lost her mother when she was young and lived alone in a large "cannibalistic" family, guarding her only sister, my aunt Lu Huan.

But in the end, my mother couldn't keep her.....my aunt still passed away...

A few years after her aunt's death, she herself was treated as a commodity by her family and was forced to leave her hometown and marry in a foreign country.

She was like a fallen leaf, staying in this unfamiliar place far away from home for more than ten years, and then slowly died in this cage...

When my mother was still alive, she would often hold me in her arms and sing in a strange language:

“Firefly and Golden Lady, eat with preserved radish.

Not afraid of wind or rain, carrying a lamp to light the way in dark times.

Flying here and there, reflecting the light, flying east and west, not afraid of hardship..."

I think that should also be a kind of Chinese, but I don't understand it. I only know the common language of China, so even as a daughter, I can't understand the song my mother sings.

Mother...she must really want to go back.

Go back to the mountains and rivers of the South, instead of spending your whole life guarding the dry landscape of the Gojo family.

However, the Lu family would not take her back. Only if she stayed well in the Gojo family could the interests of the two families continue to be bound together.

For her, the road ahead is a road that leads nowhere; looking back, there is a home she can never return to.

My mother stayed with me for nearly twelve years after my father died.

She finally broke down...

But honestly, I don't blame her.

Being trapped in this house where her father's shadow was everywhere was too much torment for her.

Death...is actually a relief.

I really don't blame her. I'm very grateful that she protected me from the wind and rain and accompanied me as I grew up.

Perhaps the day her father died, a part of her also died forever.

She lives for me.

She always said that she was the one who killed her father. She shouldn't have been angry with him that day, and she shouldn't have left so capriciously...

I don’t know if my father would be alive if my mother was there that day, but I know that the endless guilt, sorrow, anxiety and regret in the past... drove her to death.

My mother's life was tragic. As an elder sister, she failed to protect her younger sister; as a daughter, she was sacrificed by her family and married far away; as a wife, she lost her husband...

But as a mother, she is very competent...

She loved me dearly, and I was the person she loved most in the world.

I still remember that day, Brother Youtai came. I hadn’t seen him for a long time.

He is already 27 years old and is a man who can stand on his own.

I remember that day in the tea room, I was sleeping on my mother's lap while she was talking to him.

My mother thought I was asleep... Indeed, I was asleep at first, but her tears woke me up drowsily.

Then I vaguely heard her crying and whispering, "Yutai, please help me, just as you are helping your teacher... This child is a little willful, but she is the only flesh and blood of your teacher left in the world. She is a girl, managing such a big family, and those people below... Those elders of the Gojo family, the heads of the branch families... Which one is easy to get along with? What will she do then? I beg you to watch over her for me, take care of her for me... Even if I die, I will remember your kindness..."

After she finished speaking, she began to sob. Brother Yuta also said something, but their voices were so low that I couldn’t hear them clearly, and I fell asleep again in a daze.

In fact, I had a premonition that she would leave me, but I just didn't want to believe it.

After all, she still sorted out her father's belongings every day, translated her manuscripts every day, and took care of me every day as usual...

Even the smile on his face is always as gentle as yesterday.

Although my mother had powerful magic, she never killed anyone. I don't even think she killed a chicken.

Unexpectedly, the first person she killed was herself.

Her mother's magical powers gave her very strong self-healing abilities, and there were very few things in this world that could hurt her.

Coincidentally, the Gojo family has such a weapon - "Embroidered Heart", this dagger can dissolve power in a very short time.

I don’t know if this is fate’s arrangement, but this short knife named “Xiu Xin” was a gift from my father to my mother for self-defense.

My father could never have imagined that eight years after the knife changed hands, my mother would kill herself with the weapon he gave her for self-defense...

It's such an inexplicable irony.

I don't know how many times she practiced to be able to stab so deep and so accurately - straight into the heart, nullifying the recovery ability of her "double hand" and killing her in one shot.

I think the greatest misfortune in my mother's life was not marrying into the Gojo family as a partner in an arranged marriage.

But I fell in love with my father...

As a woman of marriage alliance, she fell in love with her husband after the man died.

Yes, I think my mother only truly fell in love with my father after he died.

My father loves my mother, he loves her deeply.

I can feel it from the photographs and videos that were left behind.

As a 17-year-old girl, I can already recognize the loving eyes of men.

My father must have loved my mother very much.

Mother.....she is actually loved by many people, but she just doesn't realize it.

I have always felt that my mother was a little slow in perceiving love. In her own words, "because she did not receive love from her own mother, she began to doubt whether she could receive love from others."

In my opinion, there are more men who love mothers than you can count on one hand...

When I was a child, after my father passed away, people often came to see my mother, the elder Lin of the family, Uncle Xian... and even my uncle from China...

Many of them looked at their mother with the same look.

I didn’t understand when I was a child, but when I grew up, I finally understood and understood the looks in those men’s eyes—admiration, it was a man’s admiration for a woman.

Haha, my father, congratulations!

In the end, you still win!

When my father was alive, he always blamed my mother for being partial, saying that my mother always liked me more than him and that she would choose me every time when she had to choose between the two.

Father, father...

Look now, your mother loves you the most.

This time, she chose you, and I was the one left behind.

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Today is my birthday and the Gojo family is very lively.

Not to mention Japan, many prominent families from the entire East Asian supernatural world have come.

Obviously I am just a junior, and this is not a birthday party...but I can see countless seniors nodding and bowing to me and saluting me.

Because I am the 36th head of the Gojo family.

It's ridiculous.

So power is a good thing.

I still remember that three months ago, when my mother passed away, I quickly contacted my grandfather.

Taigong was very angry!

This is the reality. When Taigong found out his mother had died, he was extremely angry and turned around to scold his grandfather: "Useless thing! She is willing to die for a man! You raised her in vain! She can't live without a man, right? Lu An, look at the good daughter you raised!"

As expected, I knew that my mother had been unwilling to adopt a boy in the family under my father's name in order to force my grandfather to fully support me in becoming the head of the family.

I know what my grandfather is planning. He wants me to marry back into the Lu family. After all, my mother is there at the Gojo family.

My mother is my father's legally married wife. As long as my mother is willing to adopt the child from the split family, then the child will have to recognize her as his only mother. Naturally, in name, he is also half a member of the Lu family.

In this way, everything Taigong arranged will not be in vain.

However, the death of his mother disrupted all of Taigong's plans.

So, the situation has become what it is now.

I said to Grandfather, "It's a pity that you didn't teach mother well... Mother didn't leave a male heir for father, nor did she accept an adopted son. You have no choice now. Support me with all your strength and let me become the new head of the Gojo family. This way, everything you have done over the years will not be in vain."

My Taigong Lu Ci had no choice but to agree, otherwise he would lose both his wife and his army.

At the birthday party, I saw that familiar face again, an acquaintance... someone I needed right now.

He is almost 28 now, and has long been a reliable adult.

I called him after the banquet.

He looked back at me, and I saw a moment of surprise in his eyes.

That's good. I don't want him to continue treating me as the sister he once held in his arms.

"Brother Youtai, my father saved your life. You also promised my mother to protect me. Now, I want you to do something, are you willing to do it?" I asked.

I want him to love me, help me, and become the sharpest knife in my hand.

"You said anything is possible as long as I can do it," he said.

"Okay...I want you to marry me." I said.

Yuta Otsutsukotsu, one of my father’s former students and the only “special-grade sorcerer” still alive.

What's even better is that he is not exactly the lowly commoner that those old orange guys talk about, because he still has some Gojo family blood in his body.

I need him, I need this "special grade" to become my fighting force.

With the full support of Taigong Lu Ci and such a strong husband... I can take back all the rights that belong to me from the elders of the Gojo family.

Father, please watch this.

Even without the six eyes, I can still do everything you could do back then.

Even, surpass you...just wait and see...