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.

to tell us who drew well from

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

Kurds also looked at

and said, “Since then, I will make my personal comments. If there

Kurds‘ painting, looked at it for

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

strong sense of power. The bird in the painting, raising

neck, stands

that, Mr. Kurds and Mr.

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

continued,

Wood’s painting, although its workmanship is not

is even messier. Mr.

“Mr. Lopez, you…”

looked at him

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

thought of his deceased

often accompanied him and

of this emotion, his

and more chaotic later

things to harm him, so his mood was

emotional change was reflected in his painting.

reached the state of seeing people through their

truly discover the

Mr. Lopez could see

was so accurate.

meant that he was a master of painting and

They were both shocked.

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

eyes lit up and said, “Mr. Lopez, since you are also a