Chapter 114 I am Master of Clouds

The two middle–aged men were not convinced by each other. They immediately walked to the study and put out the pen, ink, paper and inkstone, preparing to compete.

But what would they draw?

Mr. Kurds suggested, “I remember that when we first met the senior, we were in the school’s Lotus Pond. Why don’t we draw the lotus? Let’s see who have more imagination.”

Drawing without real objects was not only a test of drawing, but also a test of connection.

Hearing this, Mr. Wood was unhappy and said angrily, “Come on! How dare you mention the senior? I think you are just showing off your wife here today.”

At that time, they chased after the senior together, but Mr. Kurds won, and he fell in love with her. Mr. Wood was so angry that he didn’t talk to Mr. Kurds for several days. At last, he asked Mr. Kurds to treat him a big meal in the canteen of the school to vent his hatred.

The scene was a sweet memory for Mr. Kurds, but for Mr. Wood, it was a rotten youth.

He wouldn’t draw.

Seeing this, Mr. Kurds suddenly patted his thigh and said, “Then draw a bird!”

“A bird?”

Mr. Wood searched his memory and found that the memory of the senior in his mind indeed had nothing to do with birds, so he nodded and said, “Okay, birds then.”

So, they each occupied a table and began to paint.

John felt it interesting, and he stood aside and looked at them without saying anything.

After a while, they finished their paintings one after another and couldn’t wait to ask John to judge

them.

Lopez, you just need to tell us who

so he couldn’t make any comments. But he could tell who was good at painting

looked

my personal comments. If there is anything wrong, please

over Mr. Kurds‘ painting, looked at it for a

painting is very serious, and the brushwork is vigorous and powerful, giving

painting, raising its head, has a long and

its neck, stands against the wind… Mr.

Mr. Kurds and Mr. Wood were both

say anything, John immediately picked up Mr. Wood’s

continued,

Mr. Wood’s painting, although its workmanship is

the painting is incompatible, and it is even

“Mr. Lopez, you…”

looked at him in

to paint, in fact, he wanted to draw the same style as

thought of his

she often accompanied

emotion, his

became more and more chaotic later was that he thought of

used evil things to harm him, so his mood was

in his

sensible and reached the state of seeing

discover the

Mr. Lopez could see Mr.

was so accurate.

a master of

They were both shocked.

Lopez to have such a high level of appreciation of painting and calligraphy

since you

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