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.

just need to tell us who drew well

and calligraphy, so he couldn’t make

looked

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

looked at it for a while

very serious, and the brushwork

power. The bird in the painting, raising its head, has a long and sharp

at the feather on its neck, stands against the

Kurds and Mr. Wood were both

say anything, John immediately picked up Mr.

continued,

workmanship is not

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

“Mr. Lopez, you…”

Wood looked at him

draw the same style

suddenly thought

was alive, she often accompanied

influence of this emotion, his

more and more chaotic

used evil things to harm him, so his mood

in his painting.

truly sensible and reached the state of seeing people through their

discover the

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

was so accurate.

that he was a master of painting and

They were both shocked.

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

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

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