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Late at night, he gently took out the key and opened the door. As soon as his forefoot stepped into the room, the light was on. His wife stood there and looked at him with concern: "Are you back?"

"Well, the plane is late again." He looked at the bedroom and said, "Is the child asleep?"

"Shh, lower your voice. I just fell asleep and coaxed for a long time."

So, he walked into the inner room on foot and saw the child lying there sleeping sweetly, with his eyes closed, his eyelashes black and long, a little like his mother and a little like him. He bent down and gently kissed the child on the cheek.

"You, it's time to go?" His wife stood aside and looked at him.

"Do you know?" He suddenly turned around and his face turned pale.

The wife bit her lower lip and nodded: "I just saw the news."

"Well, I'm leaving. Take care." He thought for a moment and walked out of the house with a few big steps without looking back.

The wife wiped her eyes and woke the child up: "Good boy, good boy, you did a good job."

The child blinked his eyes and asked, "Dad is reluctant to leave after coming back to have a look?"

The wife hugged the child and replied, "Yes, Dad's plane crashed, but he can't leave us. Now he can leave at ease." After a pause, she kissed the child's forehead: "Now, we have to go back, or the hospital guarding the morgue will find that we are missing."