Time passed, and the adults still came back empty-handed.

Fortunately, the food is abundant enough in the spring, and I will not starve to death for a while.

But obviously, everyone was very anxious, and they had to look at Wang Yang every day and see him waving his hand, so they were willing to leave.

The volcano was silent again, and one day it would erupt, and it took them a full month to finally have a tacit understanding like a sky net and hunt the first prey.

The sky was grey and gloomy like a thief whose wallet had been stolen by another pickpocket.

Wang Yang was cutting down trees outside the cave, and when he saw that the weather was so gloomy, he couldn't help but feel bad for a while.

Suddenly, a strong wind swept up the remnants of the leaves all over the ground, blowing all over the place, and the wind and sand gradually became charming, and Wang Yang suddenly felt a chill and fright.

The nose twitched slightly: "There is a demonic spirit!" ”

His eyes were round, his face was solemn, his body stood straight, and a mighty righteousness centered on him and rushed in all directions.

He stared at the celestial phenomena, and saw that there was a cold light flickering in the black clouds.

He resolutely pinched his fingers: "It's going to rain......"

It seemed that the orchard could not be continued today, he cried out, calling the people back to the cave.

Everyone was about to get up and go back, when they suddenly heard a commotion in the woods, accompanied by loud shouts, and couldn't help but turn their heads to look.

I saw the adults running out of the forest, driving away the nervous hands and dancing of the family, which made Wang Yang wonder if it was a nervous disorder, and planned to send him to the psychiatric department for a look.

But in an instant, he saw that the adult behind him was dragging an object in his hand, that thing was dead, born with green faces and fangs, extremely fierce, who else could it be if it wasn't a wild boar?

"You've finally made the hunt......"

Wang Yang hurriedly ran over, and the chaser came up to meet him, constantly gesturing with something, but unfortunately his expression skills were too poor, and Wang Yang couldn't understand it at all.

After returning to the cave, everyone ate a mouthful of wild boar meat and a mouthful of small fruits, with a mouthful of oily and a faint fruity aroma, and they were very happy.

Outside the cave, the green of the mountain was drowned by the sudden heavy rain.

The color at the foot of the mountain is obviously much darker, the mountainside is lighter, and the top of the mountain is pale to dust, looking like a fairy mountain.

The whole picture is lined up one after another, with distinct colors, like a splashed ink landscape painting, with a lofty artistic conception, which makes people want to fly away after seeing it.

The picture is always beautiful, and in the forest, scenes of chase and killing are still staged.

The wolves surrounded an elk, its eyes were full of fierceness, and under its white teeth, its scarlet tongue was reflected, and its claws were gently sunk into the muddy black mud, and its muscles were tense.

The elk looked around in horror, trying to find an opportunity to escape.

But it didn't move, perhaps because it realized that no matter how much it struggled, it was in vain.

Finally, under the indifferent gaze of the head wolf, the sound of death came to its head.

At the foot of the mountain, a herd of wild boars was gnawing on delicate plants, and the blade-toothed tiger hid in the grass on the side, silently observing.

Eventually, it noticed that a boar was very weak, so it roared and rushed at the boar.

The wild boar was suddenly frightened, and instinctively ran away immediately, and before the wild boar could speed up, it was pressed by the huge body of the blade-toothed tiger, and pressed the boar's head with one palm, and the sharp teeth pierced its throat.

With a successful blow, it immediately flicked backwards like an electric shock, preventing the dying boar from hurting itself.

It grinned slightly, quietly following the wild boar that shook three steps, the boar's neck spurted blood from the ground, and wherever it went, the blood flowed and gathered into a thin stream.

Suddenly, it stumbled under its feet, fell heavily in a pool of blood, and could not get up again.

The pungent smell of blood made the Bladetooth Tiger's blood boil, and it roared in the sky, then turned its head and silently turned its head in a certain direction.

Its gaze seemed to be able to penetrate all obstacles, to see the cave with the flickering firelight, to see the cheers of the adults, to see the smiling figure in the corner.

Wang Yang was very pleased, he smiled slightly, ate barbecue, and enjoyed the peace of mind that had finally arrived.

The adults were able to cooperate independently, and the news of catching wild boars made him completely relieved, and he no longer had to worry about their hunting, and they didn't have to rely on themselves.

At most, it is to pay a few lives in exchange for shortcomings, and if you lead the team yourself, a similar situation will occur.

The rain outside the cave slowly lightened, came and went quickly, just like the ecstatic mood of the crowd, and soon faded away.

They began to fall asleep and snuggled up to each other to sleep.

The cave was very quiet in the middle of the night after the rain, looking at the black night sky outside the cave, Wang Yang did not feel the slightest sleep, although he only smiled when everyone was happy and reveling, he was even happier than them.

Li Si had already gone to sleep, and on the sand were the trees, people, rabbits, and other animals he had painted.

Wang Yang smiled slightly, spread his hands, and picked up the branch.

"The ancients used sheep's hair as a pen and painted on rice paper, and I used tree branches as a pen to paint on the sand."

He concentrated and wrote wildly, but for a moment, he did it in one go.

He drew a total of four pictures, the first of which was a wild boar eating with its head down under several trees, and a group of people watching from a distance.

In the second picture, the man has spared the boar.

In the third picture, the man drives away a wild boar, and the wild boar panics.

In the fourth picture, the wild boar is driven before the crowd and killed.

Wang Yang looked at the four pictures with satisfaction, covered the fur and went to sleep.

The next day, he woke up to a loud noise.

When he opened his eyes, he saw the adults surrounding Li Si, constantly "wooing", he couldn't help but feel sleepy, what happened?

"Jean, what's wrong with that kid?"

He walked through the crowd, Li Si was sitting on the ground, his face dazed and ignorant, and he didn't understand what was happening.

Wang Yang squatted down, turned over Li Si's body, and found that he was not injured or sick, and there was nothing special.

"What the hell is going on?"

Wang Yang was scratching his head, and the chaser patted him on the shoulder and pointed to the four pictures on the sand.

"That's it, I drew it."

Wang Yang laughed, he was very satisfied with his painting, and he could be regarded as the best he could draw.

But suddenly, he felt that something was wrong, and this feeling was faint at first, and then it became stronger and stronger.

He always felt that something was wrong, what was wrong?

Suddenly, he raised his head, grabbed the arm of the chaser excitedly, pointed to the painting on the ground, and said, "You can understand the painting?" You can all understand drawing? Can you understand the meaning of my drawing?! ”

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