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.

need to tell us who drew

a 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 him

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

Kurds‘ painting, looked at it for a while

painting is very serious, and the brushwork

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

feather on its neck, stands against the wind… Mr. Kurds

that, Mr. Kurds and Mr. Wood

they could say anything, John immediately picked up

continued,

its workmanship is not bad,

of the painting is incompatible, and it is

“Mr. Lopez, you…”

Wood looked at him

draw the same

suddenly thought

alive, she often accompanied

this emotion, his painting

why it became more and more chaotic later was that he thought of his second

and she actually used evil things to harm him, so his mood

change was reflected in his painting.

truly sensible and reached the

discover the

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

was so accurate.

he was a master of

They were both shocked.

a high level of appreciation of painting and calligraphy

ashamed, but soon his eyes lit up and said, “Mr. Lopez, since you are also a cultivator, why don’t you draw a