The actions of the expellers attracted Wang Yang's attention. I don'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 extremely simple.

There are several trees, and in front of the tree is a crooked animal. From the tusks growing out of the animal's mouth, it can be judged that it is 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, and a few trees.

Wang Yang watched carefully from the side. He painted very poorly because before this, like other adults, he had never thought about painting, let alone painted.

I was only pulled by Wang Yang to identify paintings on ordinary days.

Wang Yang looked at it and realized that this picture should be the memory of the expeller because it was presented from the first perspective.

When other people saw the expellers painting, they were also very curious and came around.

Several adults who had participated in hunting quickly made an impression.

"Woo~"

After seeing the painting, the adults suddenly shouted without warning, pointing at the hands on the painting and saying something.

Their expressions were very urgent, and they wanted to express something, but they didn't know how to communicate at all, so they stayed in place stupidly.

The expeller was stunned by their shouts. He put down the branch that Wang Yang called a "pen" and stood up with a frown on his face.

Wang Yang raised his head and looked at them, a little confused. It's just a painting. Li Tiantian painted every day and he didn't see you react like this.

Do you think the Expulsor's paintings are better than John Doe's?

Wang Yang rubbed his eyes and looked at the painting again in confusion. This time he looked at it carefully and did not miss a single line.

After a while, he nodded seriously: "I still don't see the flowers."

The shouts of the adults did not stop, and the little friends were all stunned. They didn't understand what was happening. Could they be robbing their spouses again?

In this deep cloud and fog, Wang Yang felt his arm being grabbed by someone. He turned his head and saw that the osteologist was squatting next to him, watching blankly.

Wang Yang was speechless and choked. He has been watching it for several years and still hasn’t seen enough.

However, this time, the osteologist did not look at his arm, but his arm pressed against a branch.

The osteologist picked up the branch and began to draw.

Wang Yang was confused and dumbfounded, thinking about what happened to everyone today, each one's artistic cells surged, this is a rhythm that defies heaven.

The osteologist drew a picture that impressed him the most, a broken arm...

Others saw him painting and looked over, but soon lost interest and returned to shouting around the painting of the excommunicator.

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

Obviously, they were not surprised that other people were drawing, so they exclaimed.

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

Finally, another adult picked up the branch and started painting.

He painted a picture almost identical to that of the Expulsors.

There are also several trees and a wild boar holding a rope in his hand.

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

As soon as this painting came out, it could be said that one stone stirred up a thousand waves, and everyone cheered even more.

Another adult couldn't control the lonely beast in his heart and picked up a pen to draw.

Several trees, a wild boar, and a pair of hands pulling a rope.

In front, there were two people.

Afterwards, adults painted again.

They painted the same scene, the same picture, but the only difference was the number of people.

Wang Yang understood.

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

It's just that they all drew it from their own perspective, so in my personal opinion, everyone else's drawing was wrong, so I was excited to express my own thoughts.

Soon, there were many more pictures on the ground.

All are pictures of them facing that scene.

Each of them stood in front of his own drawing, pointed to his own drawing, and then pulled others to look at his own drawing and told them that what he drew was right.

But they only care about their own, regardless of other people's.

In other words, they can't control other people. In hunting, everyone almost plays a fixed role, especially this kind of thing requires cooperation.

So what they see is almost the same every time.

When Wang Yang went hunting with them before, he always focused on his own actions to promote the progress of the hunt.

Over time, they will think this is the most effective way.

But they don't quite understand why this method is successful, so they will temporarily become a copy. What did they do last time, and what will they do this time. As long as they do this, they can catch prey.

Again, they are like children who have firmly memorized that 1 times 1 is equal to 1. They only know that 1 times 1 is equal to 1, but they don’t know why 1 times 1 equals 1. Next time you change 1 times 1 to 56789, they will be confused.

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They are like this, they know that hunting can be successful, but they don't know why it is so successful, so they have no choice but to maintain this status quo by not changing their roles.

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

For example, take the expeller. After Wang Yang gave up, he took over, and others followed his actions.

When it comes time to use the net, he always stands at the front. Only when he nets, can everyone pull the net.

Their positions will closely follow their last positions.

So when they saw the hunting scenes painted by others, they were very confused.

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

It came so quickly and suddenly that Wang Yang was completely unprepared.

He originally thought that the apes were not interested in drawings, so if he forced them, the effect would not be very good and it would take a long time. When he felt that the time was right, he would find an opportunity to inspire them.

Unexpectedly, Sister Lin fell off so cleanly.

At this time, the driver didn't know why, but he threw the net in front, held the rope himself, looked ahead, and then looked at his painting, thoughtfully.

It was obvious that he was constructing a picture of the situation in his mind.

Fantasy... is such a luxurious word in this era.

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

Wang Yang was undoubtedly inspired by the driver's actions. Wang Yang quickly ran over, put the rope into the hands of the adults, and then pushed them one by one behind the driver, just like the position when hunting.

Then point to their words.

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

Suddenly, the originally noisy place became quiet.

They blinked, looked ahead, then turned to look at their paintings, standing there without saying a word.

Countless emotions flashed through his eyes, flashing like lightning.

Wang Yang stood aside, holding Wang Yingying's little head, watching 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 sunshine, revealing a brand new world to the world.

For some reason, Wang Yang felt a little moist at the corner of his eyes. He was lucky enough to witness the historical scene of human evolution. He could only sigh: "My friends and I were shocked!"
Chapter completed!