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.

need to tell us who

so he couldn’t make any comments. But he could tell who was good at painting

Kurds also looked at him

smiled and said, “Since then, I will make my personal comments. If there is anything wrong, please forgive

painting, looked at it

the brushwork is vigorous and

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

stands against the wind… Mr.

Mr. Kurds and Mr. Wood were both

could say anything, John immediately picked up Mr.

continued,

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

incompatible, and it is even messier. Mr. Wood, are

“Mr. Lopez, you…”

Wood looked at

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

suddenly thought of his deceased

was alive, she often accompanied him

this emotion, his painting

and more chaotic later was that he thought of

to

change was reflected in his painting. It was

reached the

truly discover

surprise, through the painting, Mr. Lopez

was so accurate.

that he was a master of painting and

They were both shocked.

high level of appreciation of painting and

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