The next day, Xiao Ming was very tired after a long day of school and walked home lazily.
Mr. Wang was still smoking, but this time he fell asleep and his hand wasn't exerting any force, and the cigarette fell out of his hand and onto the sofa. This was bad, and there was a fire in Mr. Wang's house! Xiao Ming smelled it and thought his neighbor, Master Wang, was smoking again. But the smell of smoke was getting bigger and bigger, and it was choking Xiao Ming to the point of coughing. It was only when he woke up and realized that the house was on fire that Mr. Wang shouted, "There's a fire, come and put out the fire!" Xiao Ming heard it, he rushed out with a water gun and sprayed at the fire.
The fire was finally put out, and the skin on Ming's hands was burned, his shoes had a big hole in them, and his hair was burned. But Xiao Ming did not say a word. Mr. Wang looked at Xiao Ming's pitiful appearance, so he said to Xiao Ming, "You are a good boy who has a heart and helps people to enjoy themselves!" Xiao Ming smiled happily when he heard that even his neighbor, Mr. Wang, praised him in this way. Mr. Wang added, "I really have to say sorry to you for the last time I smoked." Xiao Ming quickly said, "As the saying goes, it's better to have a close neighbor than a distant relative, so there's no need to say sorry." Xiaoming and Mr. Wang both laughed.