Chapter 57: Your Arms Are Fragile

For apes, the concept of logic may be weaker, but the concept of images is still there.

All actions depend on observing the surrounding scenery, and the role of the eyes is to see.

After seeing it, it can form an image and transmit it to the brain.

Or to put it another way, most animals have image ideas.

That's why there are scarecrows, scarecrows are planted around the farmland, and some animals will mistake someone for there and dare not approach.

Even animals have image concepts, and it is impossible for apes to be without them.

Wang Yang thought that when he brought the food back today, he would test their abilities.

Soon, the time came in the evening, and Wang Yang brought back the food in the expectation of everyone.

After he had finished his meal in a hurry, he took a bone spur with him and ran into the valley to find a flat field of snow.

He smoothed the snow and painted on it with bone spurs.

He drew a round head, a body, arms, legs, and feet.

After painting, he looked at it himself, the lines were straight, his expression was stiff, how rigid he looked, but it didn't matter, he could see that it was a person.

He ran to the cave, pointed outside, and ran out.

When everyone saw it, they followed out inexplicably.

They came to the middle of the snow, and when they saw the image, they all observed it curiously, then went up and touched it, then looked at Wang Yang stupidly, and walked back.

"Just gone? Don't post a little afterthought? ”

Wang Yang was stunned for a moment, frowning, very puzzled.

It stands to reason that when you see a humanoid portrait for the first time, you shouldn't be so calm, at least you have to point to the portrait and scream in surprise.

Isn't it good to draw yourself?

He felt a little depressed, he really didn't paint very well, after all, he didn't apply for the Academy of Fine Arts, so how could he have the leisure to paint.

But he was depressed and depressed, and he was still very dedicated to adding a nose, eyes, a mouth, ears, and finally some body hair to the characters in the painting.

Then he went and called them out again.

Their reaction was still very flat, and after one look, they turned their heads back.

Wang Yang was really dumbfounded this time, isn't it, no matter how bad his painting is, fools know that they are people, why are they so calm?

"Could it be that they have a three-dimensional image concept, but they don't have an abstract image concept?"

Wang Yang feels that this is not impossible, after all, pictures are abstract art, which cannot be touched, and this kind of abstract thing needs to be imagined in the mind as a three-dimensional body, and if it is a carving, it can not only be touched, but also does not need to be transformed into a three-dimensional body, because sculpture is originally three-dimensional.

As soon as he thought about it, he felt the need to try something three-dimensional.

He made an apple out of snow, and found two leaves and short twigs to insert in the hollows.

Then he walked back to the cave and took a fruit that looked about the same and asked Wang Yingying to pick it.

Wang Yingying didn't think about it, and took the fruit directly, unwilling to take a second look at the snow fruit.

He was unwilling, so he took another fruit for Zhang San to pick, and Zhang San took the fruit at once.

He decided to try again and show it to the osteologist, who took the fruit as well.

"Dizzy, you don't want to take Snow Fruit to see? Look at why it looks the same as the fruit. ”

Wang Yang felt very depressed, and as soon as his energy came up, he simply tried them one by one.

A dozen times in a row, they took all the fruit.

He came to a child and said with a sad face, "Take that snow fruit and see it." ”

Unexpectedly, the kid really took the snow fruit, Wang Yang was ecstatic, and was about to see how he reacted.

As a result, the boy took a wooden scoop, roasted the snow without hesitation, and drank it in a gulp.

"Unlucky Kid ......"

Wang Yang's sense of powerlessness rose greatly, and he always felt that this should not be the case, why didn't they think that this was a fruit model made of snow?

Could it be that in their eyes, snow is snow, and even if they come out as a person, it is still snow?

He sighed, still overestimating the artistic sense of the apes.

In their eyes, even if they carved the snow into flowers, they would not feel anything.

This has to involve more empty practical value, that is, whether it is meaningless.

Making snow into a fruit doesn't mean anything in their eyes, including painting on the snow.

They may be curious when they see it for the first time, what is it? Can you eat it? Can I wear it? No? Hehe.

It's like showing a cartoon to a tiger, which doesn't match.

Wang Yang still didn't give up, he just didn't believe it, he was a modern person, and he couldn't find a way to make them interested.

He thought that if he gave a mouse made of snow to the cat, the cat would probably look at it as if he didn't see it.

If you show a toy mouse to a cat, it is estimated that the first few times, it will pounce on it and bite off its head.

After many times, the concept of this is a fake will be formed.

That's where he felt.

So the next day, after finishing a series of daily tasks such as bringing food and eating enough, he started to make dummies.

The simplest diorama can be made with snow, which is very time-saving and labor-saving, and snow is very malleable, and it can be pinched into any shape.

He first stuck two short branches in the ground, then piled snow on the branches, and after kneading them, the feet and calves were formed.

Then he placed two more short branches at his knees to connect his thighs to his calves.

It didn't take long to get better again.

Then he started making the body, making the head, and finally made a snowman at night.

Of course, that's not enough.

But he didn't work overtime at night, it was too cold.

The next day, when he had eaten and drunk his fill, he threw himself on the carving, took the bone spurs, drew his eyes on his head, and smeared black earth on the eyes.

Then he drew the mouth again, and applied the blood-stained red snow to the lips.

This looks more realistic.

Then he plucked all the brown hairs from the boar's skin and smoothed them on the snowman's body, head, and limbs.

Not to mention, from a distance, it really looks like a living person.

It was dark at this time, and night was about to fall, so he couldn't see it until he looked closely, so he called everyone out again.

After everyone came out, they looked at Wang Yang and the "person", walked over, and calmly said two words of "woo" to Wang Yang, and two sentences of "woo" to that person, which probably means that it is cold at night, let's go back.

Wang Yang was overjoyed to see that they did not notice the strangeness of the snowman, and followed them back, and when he was about to reach the entrance of the cave, he turned around and said two more words to the snowman.

Seeing this, the others also turned around and called out "woo".

When everyone saw that "he" did not move, an adult walked over, grabbed "his" hand and pulled it back.

"Let's do it~"

The whole arm was torn off.

The lord was dumbfounded, everyone was dumbfounded.

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