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.

to tell us who drew

Lopez was not a professional judge of painting and calligraphy, so he couldn’t make any comments. But

also looked at

I will make my personal comments. If there is anything wrong, please forgive

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

is very serious, and the brushwork is vigorous and powerful, giving

painting, raising its head, has a long and sharp

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

Mr. Kurds and

before they could say anything, John immediately

continued,

Mr. Wood’s painting, although its workmanship is not bad,

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

“Mr. Lopez, you…”

Wood looked at him in

in fact, he wanted to draw the

thought of

often accompanied him and watched him

this emotion, his painting

why it became more and more chaotic

actually used evil things to harm him, so his mood

this emotional change was reflected in his painting. It was

those who were truly sensible and reached the state of seeing people

discover

their surprise, through the painting, Mr. Lopez could see Mr.

was so accurate.

a

They were both shocked.

have such a high level of appreciation of painting and calligraphy at such a

his eyes lit up and said, “Mr. Lopez, since you are also a cultivator, why