The actions of the exorcist attracted Wang Yang's attention, and he didn't know if he was too bored, so he came up with the idea of painting.

He only drew one picture, a picture that was as simple as it could be.

Several trees, in front of which was a crooked animal, and from the tusks growing from the animal's mouth it was a wild boar.

At the front of the painting, there are two hands pulling the rope.

It's such a simple picture, a pair of hands, a pig, a few trees.

Wang Yang watched seriously from the side, he painted very badly, because before this, he, like other adults, had never thought about painting at all, let alone started painting.

was only pulled by Wang Yang to recognize the painting in normal times.

Wang Yang looked at it, this picture should be the memory of the exorcist, because it was presented from the first perspective.

When the others saw the exorcists drawing, they were also very curious.

A few adults who had participated in the hunt quickly became impressed.

"Woo~"

When the adults saw the painting, they suddenly shouted without warning, pointing to the hands on the painting and saying something.

Their expressions were eager, trying to express something, but they didn't know how to communicate, and they stayed where they were.

The exorcist was also stunned by their call, put down the branch that Wang Yang called "pen", and stood up and frowned.

Wang Yang raised his head and looked at them, a little inexplicable, isn't it just a painting, Li Si painted every day and didn't see you have this reaction.

Do you think the Exorcist drew better than Li Si?

Wang Yang rubbed his eyes, and looked at the painting again in disbelief, this time he looked carefully and carefully, and did not miss a single line.

After a while, he nodded solemnly: "I still haven't seen the flowers." ”

The screams of the adults did not stop, and the friends were all stunned, not understanding what was going on, could it be that they were robbing their spouses again?

In this deep cloud and mist, Wang Yang felt that his arm was grabbed, and when he turned his head, he saw that the orthopedologist was squatting next to him, looking at it in a daze.

Wang Yang was speechless, he had watched it for a few years, and he hadn't seen enough.

This time, however, instead of looking at his arm, the orthopedic surgeon pressed his arm against a branch.

The osteologist picked up the branch and began to draw.

Wang Yang was dumbfounded, thinking about what happened to everyone today, one by one artistic cells proliferated, this is the rhythm of going against the sky.

The osteologist painted one of the most memorable images he remembered, a broken arm......

The others saw him painting and looked at it, but quickly lost interest and shouted around the painting of the Exorcist again.

Wang Yang patted the osteologist on the shoulder, wiped the sweat from his head, and turned his head to look at the twittering adults.

Obviously, they weren't surprised by the other people's drawings, so they exclaimed.

It's the content of the painting that resonates with them.

Finally, another adult picked up the branch and began to paint.

He painted a picture that was almost identical to that of the Exorcist.

Also a couple of trees, a wild boar, with a rope in his hands.

The difference is that in front of the hands is a person standing, and that person is also pulling the rope.

As soon as this painting came out, it can be said that one stone stirred up a thousand waves, and everyone shouted more happily.

Another adult could not control the lonely beast in his heart, and picked up a pen to draw.

A couple of trees, a wild boar, and a pair of hands pulling on a rope.

Ahead, there were two people.

After that, there were adults who painted.

They painted the same scene, the same picture, the difference, just the number of people.

Wang Yang understood.

These are their memories, and they are the sights they saw at that time.

It's just that they all draw from their own perspective, so in my personal opinion, everyone else is wrong, so I want to express my thoughts excitedly.

Soon, there were many more pictures on the ground.

It's all images of them facing that scene.

Each of them stands in front of their own drawing, points to their own drawing, and then pulls others to look at their drawings and tell them that they are drawing correctly.

But they look only to their own, not to other people's.

In other words, they can't control other people, and in the hunt, everyone almost plays a fixed role, especially this kind of thing needs to be cooperated.

So the sight they see is almost the same every time.

Before Wang Yang went out hunting with them, he focused on his own actions to promote the progress of the hunting.

Over time, they will decide that this is the most effective way to do it.

But they don't quite understand why this method will work, so for the time being, it will become a copy, what they did last time, what they are doing this time, as long as they do this, they can catch the prey.

Again, they are like a child who remembers that 1 times 1 equals 1, he only knows that 1 times 1 equals 1, and he doesn't know why 1 times 1 is equal to 1, and the next time you change it to 1 times 56789, he will be confused.

That's how they are, they know that the hunt can be successful, but they don't know why it's so successful, so they have to not change their role to maintain the status quo.

They don't understand why, so they stick to their role.

For example, after Wang Yang let go, he will take over, and others will take his actions as the standard.

When it came time to use the net, he was always at the forefront, and only when he had the net could everyone pull the net.

Their positions will be exactly the same as they were last time.

So when they saw the hunting scenes that other people had drawn, they were very confused.

Wang Yang's eyes lit up, they were communicating, the first time they used pictures to communicate, the first time they communicated effectively.

It came so quickly, so suddenly, that Wang Yang was not prepared at all.

He originally thought that the ape-men were not interested in drawings, and he forced them, but it was estimated that the effect would not be too good, and it would take a long time, and when he felt that the time was ripe, he would find another opportunity to inspire them.

Unexpectedly, Sister Lin fell down so cleanly.

At this time, the chaseur somehow threw the net in front, took the rope himself, looked ahead, and then looked at his own painting, thoughtfully.

It was clear that he was constructing the picture in his head.

Fantasy...... In this day and age, what a word of luxury.

Wang Yang opened up their abstract thinking, and a very important point is fantasy, which helps them understand painting and is of great help to communication.

The actions of the chasers undoubtedly inspired Wang Yang, who quickly ran over, stuffed the ropes into the hands of the adults, and then pushed them behind the chasers one by one, just like the position of the chaper.

And then point to their words.

When they saw their paintings, they were still puzzled, but when they turned their heads and saw the hands in front of them, the familiar back, they were stunned.

Suddenly, the originally noisy room became quiet.

They blinked, looked ahead, turned their heads to look at their paintings, and stood where they were, not saying a word.

Countless emotions flashed in his eyes, flashing like lightning.

Wang Yang stood aside, hugged Wang Yingying's little head, and watched this magical scene.

He could imagine that there was an uproar in the minds of the adults at this time, and the gloomy haze seemed to be broken by the golden sunlight, revealing a new world to the world.

Somehow, Wang Yang felt that the corners of his eyes were a little moist, and he was fortunate to witness the historical scene of human evolution, and he could only sigh: "My friends and I were stunned!" ”

(Finally written, the dawn of civilization...... Ask for collections, ask for recommendation votes. ）