“Of course, of course we won’t say anything.” After confirming that they would have meat for dinner, the mother and son looked at each other and their eyes were filled with elation. They then returned to their own bed silently, showing that they were keeping their promise.
As the mother and son no longer disturbed them, Qing Shui lightly pulled the back of Chang’s shirt and said, “come with me.”
Qing Shui and Chang walked along the corridor and sat on the stairs. Chang was perplexed as he asked, “Are you really going to give them our meat?”
“Did the acid burn your brain?” Qing Shui looked at Chang.
“No.”
“It didn’t burn my mind, either.” The expression in Qing Shui’s eyes had changed; it conveyed a hint of resoluteness.
“You…” Looking into Qing Shui’s bright eyes, Chang sat there in a brief numbed daze. Then, he seemed to understand Qing Shui’s purpose, and he sighed heavily. “I see what you mean, so when?”
“At midnight; it’s easier to do it when everyone is asleep.”