I didn't sleep all night, naturally not because I missed my distant hometown and other nonsense.

He still thinks about how to transform abstract concepts into figurative hieroglyphs.

No teacher taught him how to transform abstraction into substance, teachers only taught him how to transform entity into abstract things.

Just like the smile of the Mona Lisa, like the sunflowers, these famous paintings, the teachers have explained, but he really can't understand it.

Now that he's a teacher, he's going to give a lecture, and the content is completely different from before.

He was speechless.

Seeing his bloodshot red eyes, the crowd patted him on the shoulder and told him to go to sleep for a while.

He was sleepy, but he still didn't want to sleep, so he helped everyone build a fire, set up a casserole, and prepare breakfast.

After a while, he came to the brook, washed his face with clean water, and ate something, feeling much better.

He began to walk around, his knees and the joints of his limbs aching, and his whole body had no strength.

Now if he is asked to work, he will definitely not be able to do it, so he simply does not help everyone to work, but walks around the forest, and watches the ants move for a while, and the snakes eat frogs for a while.

He is like a wandering poet, looking for a trace of inspiration for his creation in different landscapes.

Occasionally he stopped, took out some pieces of meat and wood from his leather bag, and threw them to the little one on his shoulder, and the little one screamed happily.

The scenery is gorgeous, there is a burst of life everywhere, green is always the main tone in this forest, there is no winter here, there is no snow. It's all green, the same green.

Dead and silent as the Ice and Snow World......

If you look at the same color for a long time. It means that there is no change, like a pool of stagnant water. It seems that there is still life, but in fact, the vitality has long since dissipated.

It seems to be the road to the development of words, wilting like a patient.

He looked at it for a while, feeling tired, sleepy, and tired, and sat down slowly under the big tree, propping up his knees. Staring into the distance.

He's watching, and he's not looking.

……

Wang Yang's actions are always the focus of everyone, especially such an abnormal all-nighter, which makes everyone smell a different taste.

They felt that something strange must have happened, and this bothered Wang Yang.

But Wang Yang didn't say it, how did they know what Wang Yang was thinking?

Many adults can only guess that in the end, they reached a surprising agreement, and they are very sure that Wang Yang must be worried about physiological phenomena.

They wondered, should they arrange for a few women to "help" him?

But suddenly they realized a very serious problem. Who should I arrange?

Everyone had a heated discussion, and suddenly found that it was not good to arrange anyone, except for Xiaohong. I couldn't find a woman who could match Wang Yang.

But with Xiaohong's status, which round will be arranged by them?

Suddenly, they seemed to understand Wang Yang's troubles a little. It must be because you can't find a suitable woman, so you're worried, right?

Everyone felt that Wang Yang would not be of much help in this regard. If the vision is too high, it is natural to find a suitable woman. It's much easier to look a little lower.

However, with the low light of his eyes, it seems that he will not be troubled by women, and they feel so conflicted.

……

In the tribe, the only person who doesn't have to work every day is Li Si.

His position is very transcendent, and his contribution is not to capture prey and plant fruit trees, but to do nothing more than to draw pictures well and teach children to draw.

However, everyone in the tribe respected him very much, and in later generations, he must be an authoritative figure in the Institute of Education.

He watched Wang Yang not far from Wang Yang, observing his every move, and like everyone else, Wang Yang's abnormality also caught his attention.

He wanted to ask what was going on, but he knew that Wang Yang's mood should not be too good, so he didn't step forward and chose to observe silently on the side.

I have to say that he is very good at observing people's expressions and actions, and likes to record the emotions between each action of people.

Maybe it's because he pounces on the painting every day, pounces on the realism, and wants to restore every detail.

And through so many years of accumulation, he has analyzed what kind of emotions everyone's actions generally carry.

However, only observing them is too simple, and other people's emotions are always only a few simple, and in less than two years, he has basically studied them thoroughly.

Only Wang Yang's mood changed the most, and many things that he didn't know the meaning of the Dao at all could be found in Wang Yang's body.

It was a wonderful feeling, a wonderful observation.

For example, Wang Yang in front of him, in his senses, he not only noticed that Wang Yang was in a bad mood and anxious.

He also found other emotions, hesitation and confusion, that unfocused gaze, which was well interpreted.

Lowering his head, he began to paint, he drew very fast, too much, so quickly.

But he painted very carefully, and he wanted to paint all kinds of emotions revealed by Wang Yang, for fear that if he missed a point, he would lose that feeling.

If Wang Yang moves casually at this time, he will lose inspiration and will not be able to paint that feeling.

But obviously, Wang Yang, who is now full of exhaustion, is the best model, looking into the distance, there is a kind of stunned obsession, as if the scenery in the distance is extremely moving.

He took a moment of distraction and glanced into the distance, only to see that there was nothing but a small hillside full of fruit trees. Even if there is a view, I'm afraid that after staring at it for so long, I'm tired of seeing it.

He shook his head, quickly collected his thoughts, and fell back on Wang Yang, observing and painting closely.

After a while, he finished painting, but looking at the gloomy picture, he couldn't be happy.

Not like!

He wiped off Wang Yang's face in the painting and repainted it like a piece of jade, finely carved.

Still not like it!

He erased, painted, erased, painted, changed it a dozen times in a row, and it still didn't look like it.

He was a little annoyed, mixed with depression, if he could speak. He must have babbled and scolded: "It doesn't look like anything! It's also called how to draw Lao Tzu! ”

He couldn't speak, so he just shook his hand. Erase the drawing, then smash the branch. But the branches were like arrows, stuck into the soft, black earth.

Even the branches of the tree are not to their liking.

He was very unhappy, because painting had been bothering him recently, and since that time Wang Yang stood in the golden wheat field, he could not draw the charm, he felt all kinds of unpleasant.

Because he clearly saw a new continent on the sea, but he was obscured by the rising sea fog, and wanted to see it. I can't really see it.

I wanted to get closer, but the wind and waves were too strong and the boat was not solid.

He firmly believes that as long as he can set foot in the New World...... No, as long as he can see the appearance of the fresh continent, his painting skills can be improved by a few more grades and reach the realm of superbness.

But the continent is right in front of you, but you can't see it clearly. He couldn't touch it, he was very angry, why could there be such a strange thing.

He was very annoyed, and all he wanted to solve was very good about it.

Wang Yang was also very annoyed. So Wang Yang also wanted to solve something.

Li Si remembered a painting, a painting that he had not finished, so he painted it.

It was a ripe wheat field with a wonderful scene. The breeze blew up waves of wheat while a man in a tiger fur coat. Stand in the middle of the wheat field and spread your hands out. Close your eyes and smile in the golden.

He knew that the smile was not simply happy, but had other meanings, but he couldn't draw it, he felt that Wang Yang at that moment was as dazzling as the sun, shining like the sun.

He can't draw it, and it feels magical.

He wanted to use the newly learned foil method to paint another scene to set off Wang Yang, but that picture was incomparably perfect, and it would be superfluous to add any scenes.

To this day, the painting is still unfinished, and he still feels that something is missing.

Suddenly, there was a slight sound of footsteps in front of him, he looked up and saw Wang Yang with a tired face, he was very tired, but he still showed a smile.

Wang Yang walked up to his side and saw the painting he had painted, and a strange meaning rose on his face.

He pointed to the painting suspiciously, expressing his doubts, why are you still painting this painting from a long time ago?

Li Si gave up a place for him to sit next to him, pointed to Wang Yang in the painting, and then pointed to the dazzling sun in the painting, and let out a "wow" exclamation.

Then he pointed to Wang Yang in the painting and shook his head, expressing his dissatisfaction.

His expression process is very complicated, but it is actually very simple, and Wang Yang clearly understands what he means.

But he didn't get proud of Li Si praising himself like this, because he took it for granted, and he was proud of it, which was very boring.

He picked up the branch and prepared to help Li Si solve this problem.

"Doesn't that mean you're as bright as the sun?"

Wang Yang didn't feel much trouble, he glanced at the sun, the sun was actually a circle, and then drew more than a dozen radiating lines.

Because of those lines, the circle became the sun, and now he wants to describe himself as the same as the sun, and the simplest and most intuitive way is to add some lines to himself.

He began to draw some radiating lines around his body, which looked a bit like a hedgehog, which was very funny.

But Li Si's eyes lit up, because Wang Yang's painting method was indeed beyond his expectations.

Now everyone has a certain degree of abstract ability, and Li Si is the best among them, and his imagination is not ordinarily rich.

He only glanced at it, and in his mind, he constructed a picture of Wang Yang's body plated with a layer of golden light, as if it had infinite charm, spreading like the sun, attracting everything, no matter how wonderful everything else was, it was dimmed at this moment.

He was very happy and happy, because he finally saw the new world, and he knew that his painting skills could break through again.

Wang Yang looked at him with a smile, feeling that he was in a better mood, but in fact, he didn't use any skills, just a metaphor in the use of words.

Shaking his head, his gaze fell on the painting, looking at himself with golden light, looking at the sun with golden light.

Suddenly, the golden light in his brain exploded, like a thunderbolt in the sky, and he was stunned in place.

"Parable...... Metaphors in Words...... Metaphor ...... in Painting

He looked at the golden light and muttered in great uncertainty, "I just ...... Concretize abstract adjectives in painting? It seems that the word is...... Dazzling? (To be continued......)

PS: Some book friends said that I don't want to read the paragraph of making words, cough cough, I'm about to cry.

Personally, I like this very much, I think this is the most imaginative and quintessential part of the book.

But book friends are more important, only someone can read the book, I will speed up some progress in this paragraph, finish it early, I really don't want to read it, skip a few chapters.

I'm sorry.