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.

you just need to tell us who drew well from your

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

also looked at

make my personal

took over Mr. Kurds‘ painting, looked at it for a while and

and the brushwork is vigorous and powerful, giving people

in the painting, raising its head, has a long

its neck, stands against

Mr. Kurds and Mr. Wood

say anything, John immediately

continued,

although its workmanship is not bad, the brush and ink

The style of the painting is incompatible, and it is even messier. Mr. Wood, are you absent–minded when you

“Mr. Lopez, you…”

at him

he wanted to draw the same

he suddenly thought of

was alive, she often accompanied

this emotion, his painting style was naturally

more chaotic later was that he thought of his

and she actually used evil things to harm

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

were truly sensible and reached the

truly discover the

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

was so accurate.

meant that he was a master of painting

They were both shocked.

expect Mr. Lopez to have such a high level of appreciation of painting

you are also a cultivator, why don’t you draw a painting and let