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

he couldn’t make any comments. But he could tell who was good at painting at

Kurds also looked at

make my personal comments. If there is anything

Kurds‘ painting, looked at it for a while

serious, and the brushwork is

in the painting, raising its

on its neck, stands against the wind…

and

anything, John immediately picked up

continued,

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

of the painting is incompatible, and it is even messier. Mr. Wood, are

“Mr. Lopez, you…”

Wood looked at him

wanted to draw the same

suddenly thought

was alive, she often

the influence of this emotion, his painting style

more and more chaotic later was that he

she actually used evil things to harm him, so his

emotional change was reflected in his painting. It was difficult for outsiders

reached the

truly discover the

their surprise, through the painting, Mr. Lopez could

was so accurate.

he was a master of painting and

They were both shocked.

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

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