The Caveman Made Me Awesome

In Ye Xi's impression, Zhui is a lively young man who occasionally commits a crime. It is full of sunshine like a small sun, which brings people laughter. He suddenly saw the look of Zhui and was shocked: "...what do you want to paint?"

　　Cone took a deep breath, let go of Ye Xi's arm, and looked at him with expectation in his eyes: "Can I paint people? I want to paint my father."

　　 Ye Xi sighed in his heart.

　　 Tsui’s Afu Yan died when Tsui was five years old. It is said that he was the captain of the big hunting and he sacrificed to protect the players.

　　 Thinking of this, Ye Xi felt sympathy, her eyes softened when she looked at Zhuo, and she said softly, "Yes."

　　 Seeing Ye Xi agree, Zhui became happy and calmed down instead-Ye Xi has never seen his father's, how to draw?

　　Jiu's Eminem also thought of this, and immediately apologized to Ye Xi: "I'm sorry, this kid is reckless, I haven't seen how anyone can draw it."

　　 Ye Xi smiled slightly: "It's okay, you tell me his facial features, I will paint, you can draw it."

　　 "Is this okay?" Cone's eyes widened in shock.

　　 Ye Xi nodded patiently: "Yes."

　　 After getting the affirmative answer, Cone was very excited, and his Eminem was also very excited, neither of them knew what to say.

In the end, Cone first suppressed the excitement and clenched his fist: "I remember Father, his eyes are a bit round, a bit like, like Uncle Luo's eyes, but the tail of the eyes does not face up like him, but droops. !"

　　Cone said while waving with both hands, trying to describe it in as much detail as possible.

　　 A father was the person he admired the most when he was a child. At that time, he had already remembered things. Even after so many years, his appearance and interactions have been engraved in his mind, and he has not forgotten.

　　 Ye Xi picked up a piece of wood, and slowly outlined it with charcoal according to the description of the cone, while lowering his head to draw,

　　 Wensheng encouraged: "Yes, that's it, you describe it well."

　　 When Ye Xi was painting, everyone in the room surrounded him, watching the charcoal drawing on it, everyone did not dare to get too close to him, and held their breath for fear of disturbing him.

　　 With the outline of the charcoal pencil, the shape of an eye gradually appeared on the wood chips.

　　 There are bursts of inhalation sounds around.

　　 Shuiwen held her mouth next to her partner Pu Tai exclaimed: "Did you see it! It's really a human eye! It looks too much!"

　　 Pu Tai's eyes were also full of shock. He suppressed his voice and replied: "If I didn't see it with my own eyes, I would definitely think it was witchcraft."

　　 The others nodded violently. If they hadn't seen it with their own eyes, they wouldn't believe it was drawn!

　　 Ye Xi's hand-painting technique completely shocked them. At this moment, Ye Xi, who bowed his head and drew without any change, suddenly became unfathomable in their eyes, and there seemed to be a sudden distance between the people in front of them and them.

　　 Ye Xi did a lot of things they couldn't do before, such as finding medicine, fetching water, and refining salt. But although these behaviors made them admire and appreciate them, they did not make them feel as shocked as they are now.

　　 To use an analogy, it's like in an uneducated bandit stockade, a Hongru who can write well-written characters suddenly appears, making the bandits who have only military value but no culture feel ashamed.

　　 Everyone looked at the eyes that appeared on the wood chip and was amazed.

　　The Eminem of Cone tightly grasped Cone's hand, and said excitedly: "It's very similar, very similar, but the eyes are flatter, and flatter the eyes are more similar!"

　　 Ye Xi heard the words and immediately wiped off the lower eyelids with his fingertips, and then re-drawn.

　　 "How about this, does it look like this?"

Cone's Eminem stared at the eye on the wood chip blankly, stretched out his right hand, and wanted to touch it, but he stretched it halfway, and withdrew his hand like it was being burned. He just shivered and said repeatedly: " Yes, these are his eyes, these are his eyes!"

　　 More than ten years... She saw his eyes again!

　　Cone was too excited, and said loudly: "These are my father's eyes!"

　　 Like the chief, they all have seen the father of Cone, and they all say they are indeed alike, they are exactly the same.

　　 This piece of wood is still too small. Like Ye Xi’s painting by herself just now, I didn’t care much, but since it’s a father who is going to draw a cone, he naturally has to draw a little more carefully, then this piece of wood is not big enough.

　　 So Ye Xi first drafted a piece of wood chips to confirm the facial features and facial features.

　　 After confirming everything, Ye Xi got up and wanted to find a slate in the house to paint the portrait.

　　 "The wood chips are too small to paint, do we have slates in our house?"

　　 Yong and they hurriedly said: "Our house seems to have no slate."

　　 "Then I'll look for it in another house!" As soon as the cone's voice fell, he had already broken out of the house and plunged into the wind and rain.

　　 It didn't take long for the cone to hold a slate and appeared out of breath: "Is this all right? I took it from the antelope's house."

　　 This slate is quite big and has a smooth surface. The cone protects the slate very well, and it hardly gets any rain. You can use it after wiping it with animal skins.

　　 "Very good, this piece works." Ye Xi took the stone and said.

　　 He was relieved to get Ye Xi's affirmation.

　　 Having confirmed the facial features, Ye Xi directly started to draw portraits while holding the slate.

　　 On the stone slab, charcoal pen kept depicting, a face with firm features and gentle eyes gradually appeared on the stone slab.

　　 The cone's eye sockets suddenly turned red: "Ayan! My Ayan!"

　　 Her hands trembled violently, she reached out to touch his face, but only touched the cold slate. She stared at the portrait on the stone slab blankly for a while, clutching Zhuo's hand, crying silently.

　　 Seeing the face of the long-lost father in the memory, Zhuo's eyes are also red, staring at the figure on the stone slab and unable to speak for a while.

　　 Several people in the stone house fell silent for a while.

　　 Seeing that his partner was so sad, Ling's eyes turned red, and the hand holding the cone comforted him silently.

　　 Seeing this, Ye Xi felt sour. After he continued to draw the last few lines, after putting down the charcoal pencil, he handed the completed portrait to Eminem in Cone.

　　The awkward Eminem took the slate, as if stupid, only with red eyes, staring blankly at the portrait in the slate.

　　No one spoke in the stone house for a while.

　　 The atmosphere seemed to freeze.

　　 For a while, Pu Tai said, his voice was very dry: "Can you draw a pair for me too?"

　　 Ye Xi paused, and said, "No problem, just tell me the facial features like just now."

Pu Tai did not speak for a while~www.NovelMTL.com~ The big man, his eyes were slowly red, and he wanted to talk, but his throat seemed to be blocked, his voice was hoarse and unpleasant: "He is twenty years old, with round eyes. It's bright, I love to laugh..."

　　 Pu Tai's partner, Shui Wen, couldn't stand it anymore and began to sob.

　　 Their son Tao saw his parents crying, and looked up at this and that at a loss.

　　 Ye Xi was silent for a while before saying: "Okay, tell me what shape his facial features are, who are they more like?"

　　Pu Tai and his wife are both in their forties. Ye Xi has always wondered why their two children are so young. It turns out that they have an eldest son, but they are already dead...

　　 According to the description of Mr. and Mrs. Pu Tai, Ye Xi lowered his head and used charcoal to slowly outline the facial features.

　　 When you encounter something that is not the same, use your fingertips to erase the lines over and over again, and then paint again.

Ye Xi drew with great care. When the painting was finished, tears flowed down from her eyes. He looked at the slab with crescent eyes and smiled brightly. He took the slab with trembling hands and slowly embraced it. in.

　　 Pu Tai red eyes, and kept saying: "Like, like, too much like..."

　　 Seeing them like this, Ye Xi's head was crushed, a little heavy.

　　 It was still raining outside, Ye Xi put down the charcoal pencil and stood up, trying to get out of the house to get some air, even if it was raining.

　　 Yong stopped him at this moment.

　　 Ye Xi looked up.

　　 Yong pulled out a smiling face with difficulty: "Can you also help me draw the picture?"

　　 Ye Xi took a deep breath: "Okay, who do you want to paint?"

　　 "My partner, and my daughter..."

　　:,,!!