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.

Wood said, “Mr. Lopez, you just need to tell us

was not a professional judge of painting and calligraphy, so he couldn’t

Kurds also looked

then, I will make my personal

Mr. Kurds‘ painting, looked at it

the brushwork is vigorous and powerful, giving

bird in the painting, raising

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

Mr. Kurds and

John immediately picked up Mr.

continued,

for Mr. Wood’s painting, although its workmanship is

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

“Mr. Lopez, you…”

at him

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

he suddenly thought of his

was alive, she often accompanied him

this emotion, his painting

and more chaotic later

she actually used evil things to harm him,

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

and reached the state of seeing people through

truly discover the

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

was so accurate.

meant that he was a master of

They were both shocked.

level of appreciation of painting

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