Mafia Don And His 7 Sisters by Bryson Salazar

Chapter 114

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

so he

Kurds also looked at

then, I will make my personal comments. If

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

painting is very serious, and the brushwork is vigorous and

sense of power. The bird in the painting, raising its head,

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

Kurds and Mr. Wood

before they could say anything, John

continued,

is not bad, the brush and

The style of the painting is incompatible, and it is even

“Mr. Lopez, you…”

looked at him

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

thought

alive, she often accompanied him and watched him

this emotion, his painting style

more and more chaotic later was that

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

was reflected in his painting. It was difficult for

reached the state

truly discover

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

was so accurate.

meant that he was a master

They were both shocked.

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

soon his eyes lit up and said, “Mr. Lopez, since you are

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