I haven't slept all night, so it's not because I miss my distant hometown and other nonsense...

What he still thought about was how to use abstract concepts as pictographic characters.

No teacher has taught him how to abstract entities. The teachers have only taught him how to make entities into abstract things.

Just like the Mona Lisa's smile, like Xiang Yuekui, the teachers have explained the paintings of these famous masters, but he really can't understand them.

Now that he has become a teacher, he is going to give lectures, and the content is completely different from before.

He was speechless.

Seeing his blood-blooded red eyes, everyone patted his shoulder and asked him to go to bed for a while.

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

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

He began to walk around, and a slight soreness and weakness came from the joints of his knees and limbs, and he had no strength in his body.

Now that he is asked to do his job, he will definitely not be able to do it well. So the surname Suo will not help everyone work, but will walk around the forest, watch the ants move, and see the snakes eat frogs.

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

Occasionally, I stopped eating, took out some minced meat and wood from the skin, and threw it to the little guy on his shoulder. The little guy screamed happily.

The scenery is gorgeous, revealing vitality everywhere. Green will always be the main theme of this forest. There is no winter or snow here. There is green in front of you, and the unchanging green is the same.

As silent as the world of ice and snow...

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

It seems to be the path of development of words, as wilted as a patient.

After looking at it for a while, he felt tired, sleepy, and tired. He sat down slowly under the big tree, raised his knees and stared into the distance.

He is watching, not watching.

...

Wang Yang's actions are always the focus of everyone, especially such an abnormal staying up all night, which makes everyone smell a different smell.

They felt that something strange must have happened, which troubled Wang Yang.

But if Wang Yang doesn’t say it, how could they know what Wang Yang is thinking?

Many adults could only guess that in the end, they reached an unexpected agreement, and they were very sure that Wang Yang must be worried about physiological phenomena.

They were wondering whether they would arrange for a few women to "help" him?

But they suddenly realized a very serious problem, who should arrange it?

Everyone started a heated discussion and suddenly found that no one was able to arrange it well. Except for Xiaohong and the others, they could not find a woman who could match Wang Yang.

But with Xiaohong's status, what's their turn to arrange it?

Suddenly, they seemed to understand Wang Yang's trouble. They must be worried because they couldn't find a suitable woman.

Everyone felt that Wang Yang would not be able to help in this regard. He had too high vision and naturally could not find a suitable woman. It would be much easier to have a lower vision.

However, with a low vision, it seems that he will not be troubled by women, and they feel that it is very conflicted.

...

In the tribe, the only person who does not have to work every day is Li Si.

His status is very transcendent, and his contribution is not to actually capture prey and plant fruit trees. What he wants to do is to draw pictures well and teach children to draw.

But everyone in the tribe respects him very much. In the future, he must be an authoritative figure in the Education Research Institute.

He looked at Wang Yang not far from Wang Yang, observing his every move. Like others, Wang Yang's abnormality also attracted his attention.

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

I have to say that he is good at observing people's expressions and actions, and likes to record the emotions between everyone's movements.

Perhaps it is because he pounces on paintings and realism every day, wanting to restore every detail.

After so many years of accumulation, he analyzed what kind of emotions each person usually carries.

However, it is too single to observe them. Other people's emotions are always simple. He has basically thoroughly studied them in less than two years.

Only Wang Yang's emotions change the most, and many things that he doesn't know at all can be found in Wang Yang.

It was a very wonderful feeling and a very 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 was anxious.

He also discovered other emotions, hesitation and confusion, and the focusless gaze interpreted this very well.

He lowered his head and started painting. He drew very quickly and drew too much, so he was quick.

But he drew very carefully. He wanted to draw the emotions that Wang Yang showed, for fear that he would lose that feeling.

If Wang Yang moves casually at this time, he will lose inspiration and cannot draw that feeling.

But obviously, Wang Yang, who is tired now, is the best model. Looking into the distance, he actually feels obsessed with being stunned, as if the scenery in the distance is extremely moving.

He was a little focused and looked at the distance. He saw that there was nothing but a small hill with fruit trees. Where did the scenery come from? Even if there was a scenery, I was afraid that after staring at it for so long, I would be tired of it.

He shook his head, quickly calmed his thoughts, fell back on Wang Yang, observing and drawing.

Not long after, he finished drawing, but he couldn't be happy when he looked at the dusk pictures.

Not like it!

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

Still not like it!

He wiped it off, drew it off, drew it again, and changed it more than ten times in a row, but it still didn't look like it.

He was a little annoyed, mixed with depression. If he could speak, he would definitely curse continuously: "It doesn't look like it! You still ask me how to draw it!"

He couldn't speak, so he just shook his hand and wiped the picture away, and then threw the branches, which were like arrows, inserted into the soft black soil.

Even the branches are not in line with your own wishes.

He was very unhappy because paintings have been bothering him recently. Since Wang Yang stood in the golden wheat field and could not draw the charm, he felt unhappy in all kinds of things.

Because he clearly saw the new continent on the sea, but was blocked by the rising sea fog. He wanted to see it, but it was not real.

If you want to get close, the wind and waves are too strong and the boat is not solid.

He firmly believed that as long as he could set foot on the new continent... no, as long as he could see the appearance of the new continent, his painting skills could be improved by a few more levels and reaching a state of superb level.

But the continent was right in front of him, and he couldn't see clearly or touch him. He was very angry. Why did such a strange thing happen?

He was very upset, and he wanted to solve this problem very well.

Wang Yang is also very worried, so Wang Yang also wants to solve something.

Li Si thought of a painting, a painting he had not finished, so he drew it.

It was a mature wheat field with a wonderful scene. The breeze blew up waves of wheat waves. A man in a tiger-skin coat stood in the wheat field, opened his hands, closed his eyes, and smiled in the golden yellow.

He knew that laughter 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, and shining like the sun.

He couldn't draw it, so he felt a magical feeling.

He wanted to use the newly learned method of setting off Wang Yang recently to draw other scenes to set off Wang Yang, but the picture was extremely perfect, and adding any scene was unnecessary.

Until now, the painting has not been completed, and he always feels that something is missing.

Suddenly, a slight sound of footsteps came from the front. He looked up and saw Wang Yang with a tired face. He was very tired, but he still smiled.

Wang Yang walked to him and saw the painting he drew, with a strange meaning rising from his face.

He pointed to the painting in confusion and expressed his doubts, why are he still painting this painting from a long time ago?

Li Si gave him a seat and let him sit next to him, pointed to Wang Yang in the painting, and pointed to the dazzling sun in the painting, making a "wow" amazement.

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

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

But he did not be proud of Li Si's praise for himself like this, because he felt it was natural and proud of himself, which would be very boring.

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

"Don't you mean you're as dazzling as the sun?"

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

Because of those lines, the circle becomes the sun. Now he wants to describe himself as the sun. The simplest and most intuitive way is to add some lines to himself.

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

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

Everyone now has a certain ability to abstract, and Li Si is one of the best, with his imagination that is extremely rich.

He only took a look and constructed a picture of Wang Yang's body coated with a layer of golden light in his mind, as if it had infinite charm, spreading like the sun, attracting everything. No matter how beautiful other things are, they are dim at this moment.

He was very happy and happy because he finally saw the New World and knew that his painting skills could be broken through again.

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

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

Suddenly, the golden light in my mind exploded, like a thunder thunder, and I stood there blankly.

"The metaphor...the metaphor in words...the metaphor in painting..."
Chapter completed!