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

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

also looked at him

will make my personal comments. If there

painting, looked at it for

serious, and the brushwork is

The bird in the painting, raising its head, has a long

its neck, stands against the wind… Mr. Kurds is

Kurds and Mr. Wood were

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

continued,

its workmanship is not bad, the brush and ink

incompatible, and it is even messier. Mr. Wood,

“Mr. Lopez, you…”

looked at him

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

he suddenly thought of his deceased

often accompanied him and watched

the influence of this emotion, his painting

it became more and more chaotic later

evil things to harm him, so his mood was

this emotional change was reflected in his painting. It

reached the state of

truly discover the

through the painting, Mr. Lopez

was so accurate.

he was a master

They were both shocked.

of appreciation of painting and

soon his eyes lit up and said, “Mr. Lopez, since you

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