Wang Yangtian got up before dawn, sat on the big rock, and stared at the two hens opposite.

They now have a nest of people, and their nests are there, and they are not noisy, and they seem to have abandoned the enmity of the previous two days.

Maybe they're too busy to fight......

Wang Yang stared at him like this, it was a day.

From the morning light slightly penetrating the thin clouds and falling a few rays of golden light, to the sunset dyeing the sky red, and the twilight sun falling to the western mountains, he is always paying attention to every move in the chicken coop.

Whether it was the howl of the chicken boss or the lament of the chicken brother, it couldn't make his eyes blink slightly.

At this moment, he seemed to have turned into a stone statue, howling in the wind, and did not change his color as it used to be.

The two hens are very docile, and when they have a new nest, they are too busy laying eggs to take care of anything else, and even eating becomes very fast.

But they will still find time to have fun with the chicken boss and fertilize more eggs.

Except for these trivial things, they are basically nested in the nest, motionless.

Today they each laid an egg and did not eat it, Wang Yang stared at them for a day, and his back hurt, especially his spine, and he felt very obviously uncomfortable.

He didn't care, at least he didn't care if the hen didn't eat eggs today.

There was still some joy in his heart, the momentum was not bad, and he could basically be sure if he observed it for a few more days.

A few days later, he sat on the big rock, staring intently at the hen, with a focused expression comparable to the Monkey King who did not jump out of the stone.

And the performance of the hens did not live up to his expression, except for laying eggs and hatching eggs every day, they did not make any bad moves.

Wang Yang breathed a sigh of relief, it seems that this incident of hens eating eggs is related to the chicken nest.

But a piece of heart disease, Wang Yang felt very happy, and he walked a little fluttering, as if he was driving a cloud, shaking three times in one step.

"Hey~ my leg is numb."

He walked back to the cave with difficulty, and at last came to the carpet of beast skins by the campfire, planted it at once, turned over, stretched out his limbs pleasantly, and savored the sensation of his legs rushing by the current.

The bonfire in his ears burned vigorously and crackled, and he closed his eyes and breathed calmly.

It stands to reason that when you close your eyes, you can see nothing but darkness.

But he had never seen complete darkness, and with his eyes closed, there would still be many stars and flashes of light in the darkness.

The light was weak, a little greenish, small as gravel, as thick as a match, but when you looked closely, it slipped away like time, and then it became a piece of light.

To put it mildly, if you want to see night during the day, close your eyes.

To put it in a nostalgic way, when you close your eyes, you can't see the darkness, you see the past.

In scientific terms, it's light.

To put it crudely, I'll go and blind Lao Tzu's titanium alloy dog eyes!

Wang Yang ignores all kinds of theories, he just likes to see it this way, he likes to watch it since he was a child, as if he is shuttling through the Milky Way, passing by countless stars around him, exploring deeper darkness and mysteries.

The adults returned, their steps were a little hurried, each step was so heavy, so tired, but they did not hesitate to squander their little physical strength.

The sound of them putting down their equipment and the "whining" sound of talking to everyone flowed into Wang Yang's ears.

Wang Yang's heart was calm, and he slowly let the voice flow in and let the voice flow out.

He didn't want to open his eyes yet, he just wanted to get some sleep and get some rest.

"Zizi~"

A special voice came into Wang Yang's ears, and just by listening, he could imagine the scene of meat roasting on the fire and oil flowers exploding.

He felt hungry, very hungry, as if he hadn't eaten for tens of thousands of years, and his stomach was "growling".

In fact, in the past few days, because of the hen eating eggs, he doesn't know the taste of food, and he feels bored when eating.

When he opened his eyes, the shadow of the flame jumped on the wall of the cave, and he sat up, and the sky outside the cave was already dark, and the picture became dark blue, and the trees looked dark in the blue shadow, and the birds all turned into crows, turning into black shadows and floating quickly, and he didn't know what he was busy with.

When Wang Yingying saw him wake up, she handed him the roasted meat, and everyone looked at him while roasting the meat.

He took it and took a big bite, the meat was a little hot, but he didn't care about half of it, he just gobbled it up.

When the people saw that he had eaten, they took food and began to eat.

After a full meal, Wang Yang leaned against the wall beautifully, watching Li Si paint, his painting skills became more and more ingenious, more and more details of things, nose, eyes, vividly depicted, like the finishing touch, the demeanor of the person in the painting lived.

Sometimes, he doesn't paint people, birds, flowers and plants, but there is no doubt that he is definitely not an explosion of artistic cells, elegant and soaring.

Those flowers and plants can either bear fruit, or wild vegetables, and those birds, but also food.

Wang Yang has seen him paint a lot of paintings, but he found a problem, the paintings he paints will always be one, and he will not paint a few related paintings like Wang Yang.

This aspect seems to be promoted, after all, there is too little that a painting can represent, or rather, too little for the ape-man.

For example, if you draw a beautiful woman who is hijacked by a villain, and a handsome and dashing and suave beautiful man stands aside, modern people will definitely think of the picture of a beautiful man wearing red underwear and turning into a superhero to save beauty.

You can even think of the beautiful story of a beautiful woman being rescued, making a promise to each other, and flying with a beautiful man.

But show them, they will only imagine the picture in the painting, and will not have the illusion of the hero saving the beauty in the back.

If you don't paint him the next one, he stays where he is.

This has a lot to do with the way of living and abstract thinking.

Wang Yang felt that if he wanted to accelerate their progress in this area, comic strips were a more viable option.

He wants Li Si to draw comic strips, so that he can maintain the habit of connecting pictures, and let everyone have a better understanding of pictures.

He walked over and patted Li Si on the shoulder, Li Si turned his head and looked at him stunned.

"Child, I'll teach you a ......"

"Tsk! Twitter! ”

Wang Yang was about to teach him, but was interrupted by a sudden shouting from the depths of the cave.

He jumped to his feet, and the depths of the cave were also a major point of attention, where there were also several "pregnant women" who needed special attention.

Listen to the sound, it was one of the female rats who screamed.

"Speechless, is it the male rat that has climbed over the wall again, or is the civet cat restless?"

Wang Yang hurriedly ran over.

The depths of the cave are divided into several areas, separated by planks ranging from tens of centimeters to a meter high, and it is difficult to stop the male rats or civets as long as they are willing to do so.

Wang Yang often had to catch them back to his own area, and often sighed: "Time is so long, you can't bear to be lonely for a few days?" ”