Wang Yang looked at him and thought, what are you doing with me stunned, continue to paint, do you have flowers on my face? Thinking about it, he wiped his face.

Liu San said that he had finished drawing.

"Huh? That's good? Wang Yang lowered his body and carefully observed the egg, and found that the egg was well drawn, and the size ratio was relatively close to that of a real egg.

But no matter how he looked at it, he didn't see anything special about this egg.

"What do you want to say?" Wang Yang urged him, asking him to be more straightforward and only draw an egg, how could he guess.

He thought about it for a moment, and then drew the alpaca as it was born, and then the mouse as it was born.

He is not very skilled in painting, and he rarely paints, but he paints very seriously, for fear that Wang Yang will see it wrong and understand something else.

The sweat was dripping, but it was not Wang Yang's, but his.

The shadow of his hand swaying in the firelight was not that the firelight was not stable enough, but that his hand was trembling.

He was nervous because he could see that Wang Yang was very important, because he was now being watched by everyone, and everyone was watching how he expressed his thoughts.

Perhaps, after this time, his status will rise a little? Can you be respected by everyone?

He thought about it a lot, so he was so nervous that sweat was dripping, his fingers trembled slightly, and he was so nervous that he couldn't help but let out a heavy breathing sound of excitement.

Falling pins can be heard!

Everyone was looking at him, waiting for his drawings to see what he could express through his drawings.

He drew a few more cubs, and then he actually learned from Wang Yang and connected several small cubs with threads. Connect to the gravel.

When Wang Yang saw it, he nodded vigorously. That's right, that's it. They are all small things, which means small.

Wang Yang was surprised, this young man seemed to be giving an example? It seems that the way he likes to give examples has been observed by him, and he has to use it, and he has to praise the wisdom of this young man.

When the others saw him do this, they also felt extremely familiar, and their eyes lit up slightly, for they felt that the young man seemed to be able to draw what they wanted to express. Even though the boy often wins games, he now thinks it's cute.

Seeing that Wang Yang kept nodding at him, he quickly shook his head, indicating that he and Wang Yang thought differently.

Without waiting for Wang Yang to ask, he continued to paint, and he began to draw more than just the scene of the cubs.

Around those cubs, there are often pictures, with green shoots popping up in spring and flourishing in summer. There are autumn leaves withering, and winter branches are shining.

He was expressing the passage of time, and the cubs, in the flow of time. It grows up quickly, and grows into a large animal at the end of the day.

The paintings he paints are naturally presented to everyone in the form of comic strips. The cubs grow up quickly from a young age. It became big.

So he pointed to the small animals in the painting, and then to the big animals in the painting. What he wants to express is that Wang Yang's drawings are his own understanding of the growth of an animal.

That is, the small one becomes the big one.

Then he pointed to the small gravel of Wang Yang, and then to the mountain, and began to paint.

The small gravel has gone through spring, summer, autumn and winter, the change of the four seasons, and the passage of time, but how can the small gravel still be a small gravel, how can it grow into a big mountain?

When everyone saw it, they all whined excitedly, as if they were not so, and could not express their thoughts in their hearts.

At this moment, they felt particularly pleasing to the eye when they looked at Liu San, because Liu San really expressed the thoughts in their hearts.

However, they expressed it happily, but Wang Yang stayed in place in amazement.

It turns out that when they understand their own paintings, they don't really understand what they mean, they want them to compare and understand the difference between one big and one small.

But they think that they want them to understand another meaning, what is the connection between the small one and the big one?

They naturally think of small lives, and because they grow, they become big.

He wiped his old face and sat down on the ground dejectedly, daring to feel that he had spent so much effort, but everyone thought of something else?

Leave yourself alone to sing a one-man show?

Why is the consciousness so low!

He was very speechless, very speechless, he didn't know what to say, he was about to be defeated by everyone, and when you have imagination, you can play me the story of scarcity.

Don't give me rich stories when you have imagination.

He knew that this was not to blame everyone, but because of the limitations of the pictures, before the two pictures themselves, they used imagination to fill in the blanks.

According to their past exchange experience, they naturally connected the two pictures of small animals and large animals, so they filled in the content of animal growth with their own experiences.

Moreover, the information contained in the picture, unless it is extremely exquisite, the information given is still inaccurate.

Wang Yang intends for them to think of adjectives and understand big and small from pictures, but pictures themselves contain countless things.

They understand it as the passage of time.

It's just that in this way, Wang Yang's efforts are in vain.

Suddenly, his eyes lit up and he muttered to himself, "Everyone seems to be aware of the concept of time by mistake, so should I put down the adjectives first and take this opportunity to perfect the vocabulary of time?" ”

But soon, he closed his eyes and lay directly on the ground, and the adjectives that could be seen now had not yet fallen, and the time that could not be touched and could not be seen was even more difficult to express with figurative hieroglyphs.

It was only at this moment that he realized that it was too difficult to develop words alone without a mature language system, and it was more difficult than he expected.

Archaeology and history have never seen which race could have developed hieroglyphs without language.

Even painting was born after the language system was maturing.

It is not easy for him to develop painting now, not to mention that he has also made the rudiments of hieroglyphs, nouns.

But now that he was asked to further develop his writing, he felt clueless under all the difficulties.

"Woo!" The crowd didn't know why he was lying on the ground. They looked at each other, wondering if he was tired. Want to sleep?

Is the competition still going on?

Moreover, they still haven't understood the connection between the sand and gravel painted by Wang Yang and the mountains. If you don't understand this question, it's really itchy.

One got up, Wang Yang got up again, and he waved his hand to indicate that the game should begin.

Everyone immediately cheered, and Liu San still understood what Wang Yang's picture meant first, and came over to ask Wang Yang.

Wang Yang is still in the mood to care about these things at the moment, he just wants to be quiet and sort out his thoughts.

And so. He simply handed over the game directly to Li Si and asked him to hold it.

At this time, everyone's minds were completely immersed in the game, so they didn't pay attention to Wang Yang, and all their spirit was invested in the game.

Wang Yang sat aside, took a piece of fruit, and took a piece of barbecue to replenish the recovery of brain cells.

He estimated that his brain cells had died a little bit lately, so it affected his thoughts, otherwise he would definitely be able to think of a way.

That's right. He never gave up, Liu Bei during the Three Kingdoms period was defeated repeatedly, defeated again and again, and he failed so many times. I wasn't scared of being beaten, and I continued to fight again.

Although he is not as good as Uncle Liu's ability, he at least has the same tenacity.

That's where the failure is. It's still early!

He has always believed that man will win the day, and he thinks that failure is the fucking truth of success. If you lose faith after one or two failures, then Edison's whole life. It's hung on the hatching chicks.

Perhaps, he also realized that this matter was not easy, and it would be the most difficult thing he had encountered since he was born.

But he didn't want to cross the mountain because it was too high, and he didn't even have the courage to try, how could he be considered a man!

So he gritted his teeth, was ruthless, and looked firmly at the stars in the night, as if he had penetrated countless distances, saw the gods that might exist in the sky, clenched his fists and said, "Bring me a bottle of brain platinum!" ”

……

Wang Yang's mind was still very confused, and he kept eating nuts and various foods to replenish the lost brain cells.

Occasionally he raised his head and glanced at the crowd not far away who were excited about the game.

Li Si presided over the game very well, very fairly, and learned from himself well, waving his hand while muttering twice: "Woo." ”

Well, except for the word "start", which is really not like it, everything else is very good.

Wang Yang suddenly thought of this stubble, so he silently read it again: "Open...... ...... Beginning"

The voice is very jerky, but it can be seen from Wang Yang's trembling Adam's apple, he worked hard to maintain the accuracy of his pronunciation, and the tone of his voice must be correct, if a modern Chinese stands in front of him, maybe he can really understand these two words.

His pronunciation was much better, and although his speech was slurred due to his natural defects, he still spoke day and night.

He longed to speak, just as he longed to communicate with words, and he wanted to see the little girl with a ponytail at the same table at this time.

He felt that he was thinking a little too much, but his mind was still not clear enough to sort out the development of words.

He didn't want the use of words to bring contradictions and troubles to people, which could be fatal.

And those contradictions, as they accumulate more and more, will explode sooner or later.

If he can't continue to develop the written word, then he can only remove the written word from the communication of the people.

He didn't want that, really didn't.

The next day, the light seemed to be particularly strong, and the eyelids of the people were shaken away early, and everyone got up and prepared to make a fire.

Several adults came to the extinguished bonfire, and next to the black ashes, sat a man in a tiger fur coat, who was slightly bent back, and seemed to be a little tired.

Everyone felt that Wang Yang had gotten up really early, and walked over to greet him, only to find that Wang Yang's raised eyes were full of dense red bloodshots, like a mad beast.

It turned out that it wasn't that he got up early, but that he didn't sleep all night. (To be continued......)

PS: I don't really want to write today, the reason is naturally that I write very hard in the Internet café, but I saw a book friend who was angry and rewarded 1888, and suddenly realized that there are still you waiting for me to update, don't write, I'm sorry for you......

I'm almost the same as Wang Yang......

Fortunately, I was also tenacious, and I wrote it!

Tomorrow, make a word!!