The Caveman Made Me Awesome

In Ye Xi's impression, Cone is a lively young man who occasionally commits crimes. He is full of sunshine like a little sun, bringing laughter to people. When he suddenly sees the appearance of Cone, he is shocked: "...What do you want to paint?"

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

Ye Xi sighed in his heart.

Cone's father-in-law died when Cone was five years old. It is said that he, as the captain, sacrificed to protect the team members during the big hunting.

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

Seeing Ye Xi's agreement, Jue calmed down after being happy - Ye Xi has never seen his grandfather's, how can he draw?

Cone's Eminem also thought of this, and immediately apologized to Ye Xi: "I'm sorry, this guy is reckless, I've never seen how anyone could draw it."

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

"Is that 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, Ai Xian suppressed his excitement, clenched his fists and said, "I remember my father, his eyes are a bit round, a bit like Uncle Luo's eyes, but the end of the eye is not upward like his, it is drooping down. !"

Cone waved and gestured with both hands as he spoke, trying to be as detailed as possible.

When I was a child, my father was the person he admired the most. At that time, he had already remembered things. Even after so many years, his appearance and the interactions he had had are always engraved in his mind, and he has never forgotten it.

Ye Xi picked up a piece of wood and slowly sketched it with charcoal according to the description of the cone.

Wen Sheng encouraged: "Yes, that's it, you describe it very well."

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

As the charcoal pencil outlines, the shape of an eye gradually appears on the wood piece.

There were bursts of inhalation around.

Shuiwen covered his mouth beside him and exclaimed to his partner Putai: "Did you see it! It's really a human eye! It's so similar!"

Putai's eyes were also full of shock. He suppressed his voice and replied, "If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I would definitely have thought it was witchcraft."

The others nodded, and if they hadn't seen it with their own eyes, they wouldn't have believed it was drawn!

Ye Xi's painting skills completely shocked them. Although Ye Xi, who was drawing with his head down at the moment, did not change anything, it suddenly became unfathomable in their eyes, and there seemed to be a sudden distance between the people in front of them and them.

In the past, Ye Xi also did many things that they couldn't do, such as finding medicine, fetching water, and refining salt. But although these actions made them admire and appreciate it, they did not make them feel as shocked as they are now.

To draw an analogy, it is like in an uncultured bandit village, a Hongru who is well-written and well-spoken suddenly appears, making the bandits who only have force but have no knowledge of culture feel ashamed.

Everyone was amazed by the eyes that appeared on the wood chip.

Cone's Eminem clutched Cone's hand tightly and said excitedly: "It's very similar, very similar, just a little bit flatter, and a little bit flatter, it's more like it!"

Hearing this, Ye Xi immediately wiped the lower eyelid with his fingertips, and then redrawn it.

"So, does it look like this?"

Cone's Eminem stared blankly at the eye on the wood chip,

He stretched out his right hand and wanted to touch it, but he stretched it out halfway, and his hand shrank back as if it was scalded. He just said with a trembling voice, "Yes, these are his eyes, these are his eyes!"

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

Cone was also too excited, and said loudly: "This is my father's eyes!"

Like the chief, they all saw the cone's grandfather, and they all said that they were really similar, almost exactly the same.

This piece of wood was still too small, like Ye Xi was playing with it by himself, so he didn't care much, but since it was my father who wanted to draw a cone, he naturally had to draw it carefully, then the piece of wood wasn't big enough.

So Ye Xi first made drafts on pieces of wood to confirm the facial features and facial features respectively.

After everything was confirmed, Ye Xi got up and wanted to find a slate in the room and draw a portrait on it.

"The wood chips are too small for painting. Do we have slate in our house?"

Yong and the others hurriedly said, "There seems to be no slate in our house."

"Then I'll go look in another house!" Cone's voice just fell, and he had already broken out of the house and plunged into the wind and rain.

Not long after, Cone appeared out of breath with a slate: "Is this ok? I took it from Antelope's house."

The slate is quite large and has a smooth surface. The cone protects the slate very well, it hardly gets any rain, and it can be used after wiping it with the hide.

"Very good, this piece can be used." Ye Xi took the slate and said.

Cone heaved a sigh of relief upon receiving Ye Xi's affirmation.

Having confirmed the facial features, Ye Xi grabbed the slate and started painting the portrait directly.

On the slate, the charcoal pen kept drawing, and a face with firm features and gentle eyes gradually appeared on the slate.

Cone's Amu Li's eyes turned red all of a sudden: "Ayan! My Ayan!"

Her hands were shaking violently, and she reached out to touch his face, but only touched the cold slate. She stared blankly at the portrait on the slate for a while, grabbed the cone's hand, and wept silently.

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

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

Seeing that her partner was so sad, Ling's eyes were also red, and she held the cone's hand to comfort him silently.

Seeing this, Ye Xi felt sour in his heart. After he continued to draw the last few lines, he put down the charcoal and handed the finished portrait to Eminem.

Cone's Eminem took the slate, as if stupid, only red eyes, staring blankly at the portrait on the slate.

No one spoke for a while in the stone house.

The atmosphere seemed to freeze.

After a while, Putai made a sound, and his voice was very dry: "Can you draw a picture for me too?"

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

Putai didn't speak for a while, the big man, his eyes were slowly turning red, he wanted to speak, but his throat seemed to be blocked, and his voice was hoarse and unpleasant: "He is twenty years old, his eyes are round and bright, and he loves it very much. laugh……"

Putai's partner Shuiwen couldn't take it anymore and began to sob.

Their son Tao saw that his parents were 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, and who is he more like?"

Both Putai and his wife are in their 40s. Ye Xi has always wondered why their two children are so young. It turns out that they have an eldest son, but he is already dead...

According to the description of the Putai couple, Ye Xi lowered his head and slowly outlined the facial features with a charcoal pen.

If there is something different, use your fingertips to wipe the lines over and over again, and then redraw them.

Ye Xi painted very carefully. When the painting was finished, tears of water ripples flowed down. Looking at the young man whose eyes were crescents on the slate, he smiled brightly. He took the slate with trembling hands and slowly embraced it in his arms. inside.

Putai's eyes were red, and he kept saying: "Like, like, too similar..."

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

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

Yong grabbed him at this time.

Ye Xi raised his head.

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

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

"My partner, and my daughter..."

:,,!!