Mafia Don And His 7 Sisters by Bryson Salazar

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.

“Mr. Lopez, you just need to

not a professional judge of painting and calligraphy, so he couldn’t make any comments. But he

Kurds also looked at him

make my personal comments. If there is anything

over Mr. Kurds‘ painting, looked at

Kurds‘ painting is very serious, and the brushwork is vigorous and

of power. The bird in the painting, raising its head, has a long and

the feather on its neck, stands against the wind…

and Mr. Wood were

anything, John immediately picked

continued,

painting, although its workmanship is not bad, the brush

The style of the painting is incompatible, and it is even messier. Mr. Wood, are you absent–minded when you are

“Mr. Lopez, you…”

at him in

draw the same

suddenly thought of his deceased

alive, she often accompanied him and watched

emotion, his painting style was

chaotic

she actually used evil things to harm him,

fact, this emotional change was reflected in his painting. It was

sensible and reached the state

truly discover

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

was so accurate.

a master

They were both shocked.

have such a high level of appreciation of painting and calligraphy at such

ashamed, but soon his eyes lit up and said, “Mr. Lopez, since you are also