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

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

Kurds also looked at him

I will make my personal comments. If there is

Kurds‘ painting, looked at it for a while

serious, and the brushwork

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

its neck, stands against

that, Mr. Kurds and Mr. Wood

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

continued,

for Mr. Wood’s painting, although its workmanship is not bad, the brush

is incompatible, and it is even messier. Mr. Wood, are you absent–minded when you

“Mr. Lopez, you…”

Wood looked at

draw

thought of his

she often accompanied

emotion, his painting style was naturally

and more chaotic later was that he thought of his

things to harm him, so

change was reflected in his painting. It was

and reached the state of

truly discover

painting, Mr. Lopez could see

was so accurate.

he was a master of

They were both shocked.

have such a high level of appreciation of painting

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

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