The arm was held in his hand, and from the coarse hair came a burst of coldness, and he gently pinched it and squeezed it into it.

He looked at the white snowflakes on his fingers, turned his arm over, and found that the broken arm was also snowy, how could there be any blood?

"Woo~"

He screamed in shock and horror.

The crowd thought that he had ripped the other man's arm off and hurriedly surrounded him.

When I looked closer, I realized that it was not a real arm, but an arm made by hand.

What about this snowman......

They turned their heads and stared at the snowman's gap and face, only to realize that it was not a real person, but a fake person.

They were amazed and alarmed, because nothing like this had ever happened before, and they were overwhelmed by such a novelty.

Almost subconsciously, they all put their hands on the stone cone and bone spurs.

Wang Yang wanted this effect, he walked through the crowd, stood next to the snowman in a hurry, turned around, and kicked the snowman at everyone.

The snowman fell in response, and the snow splashed everywhere.

Everyone was stunned for a long time, and then they reacted and gathered around to watch.

They curiously touched it with their hands, stroked the snowman's hair, and screamed in surprise.

"That's right, it's boar hair, it's dummy." Wang Yang smiled and drew a person next to the snowman, pointing to the person on the drawing, then to the snowman, and finally to them.

"The person in the painting is us, and the snowman is also us."

Wang Yang didn't care whether they understood it or not, patiently explained, accompanied by repeated identification, they were ignorant, and they also focused on the people on the pictures.

In order to make it easier for them to understand, Wang Yang collected the hair on the snowman and spread it on the person on the painting.

They didn't say anything more, just stood there looking at Wang Yang, looking at the painting.

It was getting dark, and they sat in the cave, looking a little distracted, the dry wood in the fire crackling, and the sparks that rose were imprinted in the depths of their pupils.

The next day, Wang Yang got up early, called everyone outside the cave, and in front of them, made a snowman step by step, exactly like yesterday's.

And he also drew a humanoid picture on the side, tirelessly pointing to the snowman, pointing to everyone.

Their eyes were still blank and glazed, as if they didn't understand what they were doing.

Wang Yang doesn't ask them to understand immediately, he is just instilling concepts from three-dimensional to abstract, letting them know that he is not drawing lines, but a person.

When they have a concept, they only need to draw a person, and they can think of it as a snowman, and then they think of themselves.

For more than ten days, he kept repeating this boring process, building the same snowman, drawing the same picture, and referring to the same person.

Then one day, when he came out of the cave, a four-year-old child had built a snowman on the ground.

He didn't pile up high, because he was too short, and the snowmen were ugly, his eyes were not drawn, and his fingers and toes were not separated.

But he remembers smearing boar fur on the snowman.

Then, he drew a picture on the side.

Wang Yang walked over quietly and didn't disturb him.

He didn't draw well, his head was drawn polygonally, and the lines were very distorted.

But he painted very carefully, his eyes were wide, his long eyelashes were stained with snowflakes, his little hands were red from the cold but refused to shrink, and he held the small branch persistently.

He drew an arm, a small hand, and this time he drew a finger, and the size of five fingers was almost the size of the arm.

Then he drew the legs and feet, and the toes were the same.

The size he grasped was really bad, it could be said that it was very bad, compared with a modern four-year-old child, how bad it was.

But Wang Yang watched from the sidelines, but his nose was sour, and an unimaginable emotion hit his mind, washed over and over again.

The child finished drawing, took two steps back, and bumped into Wang Yang, he looked at Wang Yang in a daze, pointed to the person on the drawing, pointed to the snowman, and finally pointed to himself.

At this moment, Wang Yang had the urge to cry.

He picked the child up and laughed wildly.

"Haha, how many years, God has eyes, and finally let me see the hope of survival!"

He could barely suppress his emotions, and the breath that had been held in his heart for many years seemed to be released all at once.

It's like seeing the protagonist who has been abused for a long time, and finally broke out,

Since coming to the Paleolithic Age, what he has been thinking about every day and every night, in addition to the most basic survival, is to enlighten their minds to the point where they can communicate.

For this, he tried many times, but after several years, nothing worked.

Now, at last, there has been a breakthrough.

He's happy!

A life that can't communicate and express ideas is actually worse than death, and it's very painful, even if there are people around, but it's actually no different from a person.

He suspected that if he didn't see the slightest bit of civilization again, he would go crazy one day in the next few decades.

Fortunately, although the population is small, there are always some spiritual children.

His loud laughter attracted the crowd of onlookers.

Everyone ran out of the cave, and saw that he was as excited as if he had been hit by five million on the road, and he screamed a tentative "woo" twice.

He laughed and put the child down: "Come, child, show them your results." ”

The kid didn't know what Wang Yang was muttering, and stood in place stunned.

Wang Yang was anxious: "You point, point to the snowman and point to you, don't you understand that the picture is a person?" ”

Wang Yang hurriedly pointed.

He seemed to understand what Wang Yang meant, and pointed to the person in the picture, to the snowman, and to himself.

"That's right, the person in the painting is equal to the snowman, and the snowman is equal to us." Wang Yang was ecstatic.

Everyone looked at this kid in amazement, not understanding what was going on, how did he learn Wang Yang?

At the end of the day, Wang Yang was in a state of excitement, and deliberately brought back a little bear to let everyone eat more meat.

However, what made him even happier was that when he went out the next day, he found that Wang Yingying had started to build a snowman.

She did the same thing as the child, and Wang Yang was so excited that he hugged her and kissed her wildly.

"It's worthy of my sister, she's really smart."

Wang Yingying saw that Wang Yang was so happy, she also grinned and smiled.

When he came back in the afternoon, Zhang San also started to build a snowman.

Wang Yang is still a little dissatisfied with Zhang San, this kid likes to imitate himself very much, but this time's reaction ranked third, which makes no sense.

But they can gradually begin to understand the meaning of the picture.

In the next few days, the same thing happened one by one, and Wang Yang couldn't tell if it was due to the group effect, or if they both understood the abstract concept, which was a good thing all in all.

Adults are slower to imitate, they have lived for a long time, and their sharpness will be poor.

Children are different, they are like a clean blank sheet of paper, their perception of the world is extremely incomplete, and their ability to accept new things is very strong.

And just like that, winter passed.

The spring of the new year is coming, and for the future, Wang Yang is ambitious.

If a reporter interviews him at this time: "What is your vision for the future?" ”

He would have replied with wide eyes, "How did you get here?" ”

(It's late, today is the 24th, friends in the south have a New Year, yesterday on the 23rd, friends in the north have a New Year, belatedly, happy New Year, everyone.) ）