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 who drew

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

Kurds also looked at him

smiled and said, “Since then, I will make my personal comments. If there is

Mr. Kurds‘ painting, looked at it for

and the

in the painting,

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

that, Mr. Kurds and Mr. Wood were

before they could say anything, John immediately picked

continued,

workmanship is not bad,

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

“Mr. Lopez, you…”

looked at him

to paint, in fact, he wanted to draw the same

suddenly thought

was alive, she often accompanied

the influence of this emotion, his painting style was

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

she actually used evil things to harm him, so his mood

reflected in his painting. It was difficult for outsiders

reached the state of seeing people through

discover the

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

was so accurate.

he was a master

They were both shocked.

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

up and said, “Mr. Lopez, since you are also a cultivator, why don’t you