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 your first

that Mr. Lopez was not a professional judge of painting and calligraphy, so he couldn’t make

looked at

“Since then, I will make my personal

Mr. Kurds‘ painting, looked at it for

the brushwork is vigorous and powerful,

bird in the painting, raising

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

that, Mr. Kurds and Mr. Wood

before they could say anything, John immediately picked up

continued,

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

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

“Mr. Lopez, you…”

Wood looked at him

in fact, he wanted to draw the same style

he suddenly thought of his deceased

often accompanied him

influence of this emotion, his painting

and more chaotic later was that

she actually used evil things to harm him, so his

his painting. It was

truly sensible and reached the state of seeing people

discover the

their surprise, through the painting, Mr. Lopez could see Mr. Wood’s

was so accurate.

he was a master of painting and

They were both shocked.

level of appreciation

up and said, “Mr. Lopez, since you are also a cultivator, why