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 tell us who drew well from

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

Kurds also looked at him

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

Mr. Kurds‘ painting, looked at it for a while and

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

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

at the feather on its neck, stands against

Mr. Kurds and

anything, John

continued,

is not bad,

incompatible, and it is even messier.

“Mr. Lopez, you…”

Wood looked at him

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

suddenly thought of his deceased

she often accompanied him and watched him

emotion, his painting style was naturally

and more chaotic later was that he thought

evil things to

fact, this emotional change was reflected in his

sensible and reached the state

truly discover the

their surprise, through the painting, Mr. Lopez could see

was so accurate.

a

They were both shocked.

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

and said, “Mr. Lopez, since you are also a cultivator, why don’t you draw a painting