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.

Lopez, you just need to tell us who drew well

was not a professional judge of painting and calligraphy, so he couldn’t make any comments. But he could tell who was good at painting

Kurds also looked

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

Kurds‘ painting, looked at it for a while and

serious, and the

of power. The bird in the painting,

the feather on its neck, stands against the

that, Mr. Kurds and Mr. Wood were

anything, John immediately picked up Mr. Wood’s painting

continued,

workmanship is

the painting is incompatible, and it is even messier. Mr.

“Mr. Lopez, you…”

Wood looked at him in

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

suddenly thought

wife was alive, she often accompanied

emotion,

became more and more chaotic

evil things to harm him, so

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

and reached the

truly discover the

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

was so accurate.

was a master of painting and

They were both shocked.

Mr. Lopez to have such a high level of appreciation

lit up and said, “Mr. Lopez, since you are also a cultivator, why don’t you draw a painting and let us