"Xiaoxiao, the water is here!"

Seeing Xiao Xiao standing at the door, the old man was startled, but thought that Xiao Xiao couldn't stand the pungent smell inside and came out for air.

He was carrying a bucket and walking vigorously, and was about to enter the house to put out the fire.

...

"Grandpa Mu."

Xiao Xiao stopped the old man who was about to rush into the room in a rather aggressive manner, "I have put out the source of the fire."

"Now just let this room air out."

...

"The fire is out?"

The old man was stunned.

...

"Um."

Xiao Xiao took the bucket from the old man's hand and put it on the ground, "Sorry, I made you, Lao Bai, run away."

He heard the old man breathing heavily, a bit apologetic.

...

"You're such a kid."

"What are you apologizing for?"

The old man let go of the bucket in his hand and his face relaxed.

Then he raised his hand and waved, "If it weren't for you, I wouldn't have discovered it until this room burned down."

...

The old man walked to the door and looked into the house, "Fortunately there was a heavy rain yesterday."

Seeing that the situation in the house was not very serious, the old man breathed a sigh of relief and explained a few words to Xiao Xiao.

"Part of these woods are leftovers from previous carvings. They were originally placed in the yard and have not yet dried."

"It's because the fire didn't completely burn out in a short period of time."

"What a blessing from God."

…

"but-"

The old man frowned, with a puzzled look on his face, "How can it cause a fever?"

Because of his profession, he has always paid great attention to the use of fire.

He has never been to this room today.

Why did it suddenly catch on?

...

"Grandpa Mu."

Xiao Xiao stretched out his hand in front of the old man, and on his open palm was a black and gray cigarette butt.

"I found this in the house."

"The source of the fire, I think this is it."

...

"Cigarette butts?"

The old man looked startled, "I don't smoke-"

The old man's voice stopped suddenly, and his face suddenly turned ugly.

"That bastard boy!"

The old man reached out and took the cigarette butt from Xiao Xiao's hand, holding it tightly.

Then, he suddenly turned around and strode away.

...

The old man's expression made Xiao Xiao thoughtful.

This cigarette butt...

He thought of the man from before.

That is, the old man's son.

He remembered that the man did have a strong and somewhat pungent smell of inferior cigarettes.

...

Let’s not say whether the culprit is that man.

However, there was a fire at his father's house, and when everything was still unknown, the man who was his son did not come with him?!

This is really...

Xiao Xiao thought of the words the old man used to scold men before.

Unfilial son.

Judging from this incident, it is indeed quite appropriate.

...

"Mutansong! Mutansong!"

The old man called the man by his first and last name.

There was a bit of suppressed anger in his tone.

What a nonsense!

That kid is really crazy!

Smoking in a house full of wood?!

Damn boy!

Could it be that he wanted to burn down the house because he couldn’t get it?!

...

Mr. Mu searched everywhere for his troubled son.

The curtain snapped as he swung it.

The wooden door also made a somewhat earth-shattering sound because of his excessive strength.

...

"Grandpa Mu."

Xiao Xiao stood in front of the old man who was hurriedly walking and breathing rapidly, "Over there."

He pointed in a direction.

He heard some noises in that room.

...

The old man looked in the direction of Xiao Xiao's finger.

The next second, his facial features that were twitching because he was too angry seemed to have been pressed on the pause button and became stiff.

...

Then, the old man's eyes suddenly burst into flames.

The facial features that were stiff due to the reflection became very ferocious and distorted.

...

The old man's mood at this time was obviously very angry.

He strode quickly towards the room.

Xiao Xiao followed behind.

...

The old man couldn't control his strength.

Just the thought that that boy might be in that room made the fire in his heart feel like a basin of oil had been poured on him.

The raging flames were about to burn him up.
To be continued...