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.

said, “Mr. Lopez, you just need to tell us who drew well from

was not a professional judge of painting and calligraphy, so he couldn’t make any comments. But he could tell who was good at painting at

also looked

my personal comments. If there is anything

over Mr. Kurds‘ painting, looked at it for

the brushwork is vigorous and

strong sense of power. The bird in the painting,

stands

Kurds and Mr. Wood

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

continued,

Wood’s painting, although its workmanship is not bad, the brush and

it is even messier. Mr. Wood, are you absent–minded when you

“Mr. Lopez, you…”

looked at him in

to paint, in fact, he wanted to draw the same style as Mr. Kurds, but when

he suddenly thought of his deceased

his wife was alive, she often accompanied

emotion,

it became more and more chaotic later was

evil things to harm

his painting.

and reached the state of seeing people

truly discover

Mr. Lopez could see Mr. Wood’s emotional change, and

was so accurate.

he was a master of painting

They were both shocked.

high level of appreciation of painting and calligraphy at such a young age. We

Lopez, since you are

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