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

he couldn’t make any comments. But he

looked at him

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

took over Mr. Kurds‘ painting, looked

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

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

feather on its neck, stands against

Kurds and Mr. Wood were

before they could say anything, John immediately

continued,

is

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

“Mr. Lopez, you…”

Wood looked at him

to draw the same style as Mr.

thought of his

wife was alive, she often accompanied him and watched

the influence of this emotion,

more and more chaotic later

to

fact, this emotional change was reflected in his painting. It

sensible and reached the state of

discover

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

was so accurate.

meant that he was a master of painting

They were both shocked.

level of appreciation

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

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