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.

Mr. Wood said, “Mr. Lopez, you just need to tell us who drew well from your first impression.”

He 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 painting at least.

Mr. Kurds also looked at him expectantly.

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

please forgive me.”

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

“Mr. Kurds‘ painting is very serious, and the brushwork is vigorous and powerful, giving people a

very strong sense of power. The bird in the painting, raising its head, has a long and sharp beak,

looks at the feather on its neck, stands against the wind… Mr. Kurds is ambitious!”

Hearing that, Mr. Kurds and Mr. Wood were both surprised.

But before they could say anything, John immediately picked up Mr. Wood’s painting and

continued,

“As for Mr. Wood’s painting, although its workmanship is not bad, the brush and ink are very

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

minded when you are drawing?”

“Mr. Lopez, you…”

Mr. Wood looked at him in disbelief.

When he started to paint, in fact, he wanted to draw the same style as Mr. Kurds, but when he was

painting, he suddenly thought of his deceased wife.

When his wife was alive, she often accompanied him and watched him paint.

Under the influence of this emotion, his painting style was naturally affected.

The reason why it became more and more chaotic later was that he thought of his second wife,

Linda, and she actually used evil things to harm him, so his mood was affected.

In fact, this emotional change was reflected in his painting. It was difficult for outsiders to notice it.

Only those who were truly sensible and reached the state of seeing people through their painting

could truly discover the clues.

To their surprise, through the painting, Mr. Lopez could see Mr. Wood’s emotional change, and it

was so accurate.

It meant that he was a master of painting and calligraphy!

They were both shocked.

“I didn’t expect Mr. Lopez to have such a high level of appreciation of painting and calligraphy at such a

young age. We both feel ashamed.”

Mr. Kurds felt ashamed, but soon his eyes lit up and said, “Mr. Lopez, since you are also a cultivator,

why don’t you draw a painting and let us admire it?”

Hearing this, Mr. Wood also looked expectant.

“Are you sure you want to see me drawing?” John looked at them and said.

They nodded at the same time.

“Well, in that case, I’ll draw. But I won’t draw birds. Let’s make something else!”

He rolled his eyes and suddenly thought of something. Then he put the brush and ink paper aside and

said, “I’m shy. I’ll show you after 1 finish!”

“It’s okay. We understand.”

Mr. Kurds nodded. He knew that when some people were painting, they didn’t like people watching

them, so he sat on the sofa in the living room with Mr. Wood and waited quietly.

About ten minutes later, John came to the living room with a drawing paper and said, “I’ve

finished.”

It was so fast.

They looked at each other and were both confused. But on second thought, maybe Mr. Lopez was just

good at painting, which was possible.

After all, he was still so young.

“Since Mr. Lopez has such an excellent understanding of calligraphy and painting, I believe that as time

goes by, you will definitely achieve a lot in this field.”

Mr. Kurds even comforted John to not upset him, but when he unfolded the painting handed over by Mr.

Lopez, he suddenly jumped up from the sofa.

“Mr. Lopez, is this painting really drawn by you?”

He even didn’t speak fluently, and Mr. Wood, who was standing next to him, was puzzled when he saw

that. After taking a look, he immediately exclaimed in horror, “Master of Clouds?”

The drawing style of Master of Clouds were so distinct. With just a few strokes, it could draw an artistic

conception that ordinary people could not express.

Although they had never seen this painting before, they were sure that it was the work of the Master of

Clouds.

John scratched her head shyly and said, “I’m Master of Clouds.”

They were both shocked.