Shaman Khamphai Insaeng
The sunshine is frying through the high trees of the deep forest of Ban Nong Ngu Ran. Shadow of bamboo leaves rocking according to the wind. The cicada cried out as if some signs were still explanated. "Father, the teacher slowly walks this way, it is slippery." The sound of Ai Saeng Lao in front The young man is skinny but strong. There is a large rattan basket on the back. Full of vines, lime, forests and turtle liver mushrooms that have just been collected Behind the middle -aged man, tall, dark skin, black hair, completely boxing. The face was quiet but warm at the same time. Even if passing through the grass or a sharp branch, it cannot be undermined his rhythm even ... "wait a minute! Ai Sangla stopped first. " The father of the teacher raised his hand a little. His dark eyes bind to the right bush. As if something nudged the power in his heart Ai Saengla stopped Turned to the eyes of the father Before rushing to bring in to see the grass "Father, teacher ... people! Being a woman! " He exclaimed to kneel near the body of a young woman in a faded dress that was faint on the ground. Her face was pale, like being pumped. She is strange ... So beautiful that he didn't dare to look directly
About Shaman Khamphai Insaeng
The sunshine is frying through the high trees of the deep forest of Ban Nong Ngu Ran. Shadow of bamboo leaves rocking according to the wind. The cicada cried out as if some signs were still explanated. "Father, the teacher slowly walks this way, it is slippery." The sound of Ai Saeng Lao in front The young man is skinny but strong. There is a...Read more