There's still a whole day left before it's time to walk the yard.
Life in prison is truly unbearable, and it's even more so when you're anxious to get something done.
Unbearable as it may be, he had to endure it. After all, it was Yang Yi who was in prison.
There might be a chance to meet Zhang Yong during lunch and dinner, but after two meals, Yang Yi had yet to see a trace of him, which made him curious about how Zhang Yong managed it.
It wasn't until the next day's yard time that Yang Yi once again saw Zhang Yong.
It was the same old spot; Zhang Yong seemed never to have changed places. But this time, he wasn't studying playing cards. Upon seeing Yang Yi, he simply smiled and said, "Everything's been taken care of. You'll be moving cells in a bit, and from now on, we'll be rooming together."
This was a stroke of luck—Yang Yi had been worrying about only having one hour each day to meet with Zhang Yong. Now, he'd be living with him.
"That's great!"
