【Gojo Family Housewife's Daily Life】Comics

Foreword:

"Xing, look, the maple trees outside the window are bright red, aren't they especially beautiful?" My mother said to me with a smile.

"Well, it's beautiful."

I saw her struggling to come to the window, touching her round belly and smiling, "What do you think of calling your brother Feng? Your father and I both think this name is very good. The maple leaves in December are as beautiful as flowers..."

Yes, the maple trees in December are bright red... like gorgeous flowers, like burning fire, and like dazzling blood...

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On December 2017, 12, my younger brother "Feng" was born.

Some people in the Gojo family are happy, while others are sad...The older elders in the family should be very happy that their father has a son.

The heir of the Gojo family that they had been waiting for for a long time was born.

But since my younger brother was born, I haven't seen...my mother again.

From that day on, my mother left me...

For more than half a month afterwards, even my father rarely showed up.

He seemed very busy, but... I didn't know what he was busy with. I felt that he was annoyed by everyone around him at that time, including me.

"Aunt Jing, where's Mom? I haven't seen her for three days. Does she dislike Xiao Xing anymore now that she has a brother?"

In my memory, Jing was silent for a while in response to my question, and then seemed to say something to me.

What did she say?

It was so long ago...I don't remember it anymore. She didn't mention my mother's death.

I learned of my mother's death five days after she passed away.

I remember that day, a crowd of people wearing black mourning clothes knelt in the courtyard. They were all people who had a say in the Gojo family—the elders and the heads of the various branch families...

They asked my father to "bury" my mother.

Of course, this is an understatement. They asked my father to hold a formal funeral for my mother and cremate her body.

My mother possesses a very strong ability to read souls. If this ability falls into the hands of the wrong people, the consequences will be disastrous.

Death....Burial...Cremation.....

Maybe these words were too complicated for a five-year-old. I didn’t quite understand them at the time.

And...I can't remember what kind of mood I was in when I looked at the group of people in black kimonos in the yard.

I just walked along the corridor of the main house in the backyard, and then I saw my father, whom I hadn't seen for three or four days, standing under the eaves.

My father is very tall.

I used to think he was as majestic as a mountain, but until that day, I realized... even the tallest mountain can collapse.

It was already very cold in Tokyo in late December. The wind was blowing fiercely, making his sleeves bulge. His slender body looked so shaky in his loose kimono.

"Dad..." I called him.

But he didn't run over to me with a smile as usual, picked me up, ruffled my soft silver-white hair, and coaxed me, "Oh, daddy's baby Xing, you're so cute, come and give daddy a kiss!"

"Dad, where have you been? Xiao Xing misses you so much...where's Mom? Why doesn't she come to see me?" I took a few steps forward and pulled at his wide sleeves.

He still didn't react.

I guess he's been busy these days because his silver stubble has appeared.

My father has always been bright and beautiful in my memory.

Unlike other married men, Dad always takes care of himself when he is with Mom.

He is always beautiful and handsome.

In the words of Uncle Xianfa - "The master of the house always looks more radiant and smiles more coquettishly when he is with his wife."

But now, his silver-white hair, which had not been taken care of for a few days, had grown a little longer and looked a little messy. His hair hung down slightly, covering his pale blue eyes.

I saw his Adam's apple move, "Ryoko, take the young lady down."

"Yes, Master!" Hearing the order, Ryoko picked me up as if relieved.

Then he left the yard as if he was running for his life.

As Ryoko walked, her father's figure became smaller and smaller... smaller and smaller... until it gradually disappeared...

I looked at my father, his wide sleeves were slightly blown by the wind, and his body seemed to be unable to support itself. Out of my childish attachment to my father, I felt as if he would collapse in the cold wind of early winter at any time.

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I don't know what happened on that day. The servants were all very secretive about what happened that day, and even Ryoko refused to tell me.

I asked Xiaoqing, she is my sister, she would definitely not lie to me, but Xiaoqing couldn't explain it.

She just raised her index finger and said "hush", lowering her voice and saying, "Don't ask, Miss. I heard that many people died."

Dead people... who died? Dead... does that mean they will leave like my mother?

I like my mother very much.

She was very gentle, would tell me stories and make snacks for me....My mother died, and that means she left me forever.

She won't tell me stories or make me snacks anymore...

Did those people die too? Just like Mom?

It was only a few years later that I found out that...the guys who insisted that my mother was dead were all turned into dead by my father.

Uncle Xian later told me about what happened that day, and he was still frightened, his face turned pale with fear: "Oh, that was really... not even ashes were left... Tsk tsk tsk tsk, Master Wu was too cruel..."

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Five days after my mother passed away, I met my younger brother – the child my mother named “Feng”, a baby who often cried in his crib.

When I went to see him, the maid who was taking care of him was feeding him. He was white and plump, and was happily sucking the milk with a "beep, beep" sound.

I looked at him and suddenly felt very angry.

My mother died and he knew nothing about it!

It's so unfair...

In a rage, I strode forward, grabbed his bottle angrily in front of the maid's shocked gaze, and threw the bottle heavily to the ground!

In an instant, milky white milk splashed everywhere!

It splashed on me and also on his face...

"Miss!" the maid screamed in fear.

My younger brother in the stroller started to cry loudly, and I saw a strange white light coming out of his body (the spirit of the god - my younger brother Feng's ability is to dissolve the abilities of others).

He kept crying and making a fuss, and I was so angry that I stamped my feet and burst into tears too.

Obviously I am the one who was wronged! My mother died, killed by him!!!

He killed his mother and he didn't know anything! And he's still so happy!

The maid at the side was completely frightened. She stumbled out of the door and shouted, "Lady Jing... Lady Jing, come quickly, something happened!" (Jing: In the novel setting, she is the maid of Mrs. Sakura, Wu's mother. She has taken care of Gojo Wu since she was a child. In the real world, she is often responsible for taking care of Xing)

When Aunt Jing came, she rarely scolded me. She said that as an older sister, you shouldn’t bully your younger brother.

She said that her brother also lost his mother and was already very pitiful, and I couldn’t bully him like this anymore…

I didn't say anything. I didn't hate Feng... I just felt that my brother should cry with me. How could he not know anything...

And my father...

My father still hasn't shown up...

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When I saw my father again, more than a month had passed.

Around the beginning of February, he seemed to have come out of it. He finally returned to his old self. He would hug me again and call me "dear daughter" and "good little Xing"...

That’s great! I’m daddy’s baby again.

My father also apologized to me, saying that he had not cared enough about me before. He said that he had quit his job at Jujutsu High School and that he would always be with me in the future.

I was naturally very happy to hear that. I knew that my father was the head of the Gojo family and also a teacher at the school. He not only had to take care of the family affairs, but also the teaching work at the school... Well, Brother Yuta was his student.

So he is always busy... Dad is sometimes on business trips and would be away for a week or even half a month.

I always missed him at that time.

Now that my father says he can stay with me, of course I am very happy.

Then my father naturally said that he would take me to see my mother. He said that the New Year would be coming soon (the Lunar New Year in February. Because of the heroine, his family celebrates the New Year twice. The Japanese New Year is on January 1st of the Gregorian calendar, and the Chinese New Year is in February of the lunar calendar).

He asked me to wish my mother a happy new year.

Chinese New Year....yeah.....

My mother passed away at the end of December, and it has been almost a month.

It’s almost New Year’s Day now. At this time of year, Mom and Dad would have been ready to take me back to the Lu family.

Happy New Year to my mother...

But...isn’t mom dead?

Is it to pay New Year’s greetings to my mother’s spirit tablet?

I didn't understand, but my father was very happy. I could only sit there in a daze and let him pull me to their bedroom.

Then...I saw the woman lying on the bed who seemed to be asleep...my mother...

No, that wasn't actually my mother anymore, it was just a body, a body without a soul.

I think my dad might be crazy...

Because after he arrived in the room, he hugged his "mother" and started talking. He talked very sincerely about everything from Teacher Ye Moth's ugly face to the embarrassing things that happened at the directors' meeting. He described them so vividly that he even laughed at himself.

If my mother were still alive, she would definitely be amused by him at this moment...

But...the body in his arms didn't react at all, neither crying nor laughing.

After Dad finished speaking, he waved at me and said, "Come, Xiao Xing, talk to your mother."

"That's not mom. My mom is dead."

I said this in a soft voice and glanced at my father.

He walked towards me and I thought he was going to hug me, but what awaited me was not his comfort, but a very loud slap in the face.

I don't know if he hit me hard, but it really hurt. I felt like my face was crooked and my ears were buzzing.

Dad hit me!!

He never hit me...

I looked up at him, and saw that his ice-blue eyes were full of coldness.

Very scary...

I was so scared that I burst into tears.

Aunt Jing, who was outside the door, heard the sound and hurried forward to hug me.

She also burst into tears: "Master Wu, what are you doing... Miss, the young lady is still young... She doesn't understand anything..."

I glanced at my father and shrank into Aunt Jing's arms in fear.

I saw Dad hugging Mom again, patting her shoulders to comfort her, telling her not to be sad, and saying something like "Xiao Xing didn't mean to say that... Don't be angry..."

The woman in his arms still had her eyes tightly closed, looking like she was asleep but not really, because the hair hanging on her cheeks didn't move at all...

She's not breathing...

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Am I a child loved by my parents?

Once upon a time, the answer was yes.

If you ask me whether my father or my mother loves me more at home, I will choose my father without hesitation.

He always stood by me and played the role of savior when my mother lectured me.

When my mother was still alive, I really felt that my father loved me more. He loved me, even though I was willful, and he spoiled me... For example, my mother would not allow me to eat two ice creams a day, but my father would allow it.

But, until this moment, I suddenly realized that maybe he didn't love me as much as I thought.

He just acted like he loved me.

Now that his mother was gone and out of sight, he finally didn't have to play the role of a doting father.

Is he crazy?

Maybe.

But the more likely possibility is that he has always been a madman.

But my mother always longed for a happy family, so my father restrained his crazy side.

He plays the role of a good husband to my mother, a good father to me, and he will even be a good son-in-law to my grandfather.

I have to say, when he was acting, he looked like a normal person...