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.

need to

painting and calligraphy, so he couldn’t make any comments. But he

also looked at him

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

painting, looked at it

serious, and the brushwork is

of power. The bird in the painting, raising

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

that, Mr. Kurds and Mr. Wood were both

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

continued,

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

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

“Mr. Lopez, you…”

looked at him

he started to paint, in fact, he wanted to draw the same style as Mr.

suddenly thought of

often accompanied

the influence of this emotion,

reason why it became more and more chaotic later was that he

to harm him, so his mood was

his

those who were truly sensible and reached the state of seeing people through

truly discover

surprise, through the painting, Mr. Lopez could see Mr. Wood’s emotional change, and

was so accurate.

was a master of painting

They were both shocked.

level of appreciation of painting and calligraphy at such a young age. We both feel

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