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.

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

looked

smiled and said, “Since then, I will make my personal comments. If there is anything wrong, please

looked at it for a while and

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

The bird in the painting, raising its head, has

on its neck, stands

Mr. Kurds and Mr. Wood

anything, John immediately picked up Mr.

continued,

is

is even messier. Mr. Wood, are

“Mr. Lopez, you…”

at him

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

he suddenly thought of

wife was alive, she often accompanied him and watched him

emotion, his painting style was naturally

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

used evil things to harm

was reflected in his

were truly sensible and reached the state

truly discover

surprise, through the painting, Mr. Lopez could see Mr. Wood’s emotional change, and

was so accurate.

was a master of painting

They were both shocked.

Lopez to have such a high level of appreciation of painting and calligraphy at such a young age. We both

since you are