春之萌动,夏之激情,秋之沉默,冬之思索。虽然人生四季各有其精彩,但在这唯我独大的独生子女时代,聪哥只能寂寞地行走在阡陌上。聪哥是我姑姑的儿子。和我们这些表兄妹一样,都是独生子女,家里的太阳;但又和我们不一样,他爱财,抠门,典型的冷水烫鸡,一毛不拔。是个名副其实的抠神。仿佛阿巴贡投胎,葛朗台转世,聪哥守财似乎是与生俱来的。听长辈们讲,他几个月大就死死拽着手里的东西不放,大有宁舍命不舍财的意思,谁跟他抢他就拼命地哭,哭得惊天动地,几乎晕死过 Spring sprouts, summer passion, autumn silence, winter thinking. Although the four seasons have their own wonderful life, but only in this age of only one-child-only son, Cong brother can only walk lonely in the terraced rice fields. Cong Cong is my aunt’s son. Like our cousins, we are only children and the sun in our home. But unlike us, he loves money, stingy, and chilled chicken. Is a real pull the god. As if Abadong reincarnation, Gelang station reincarnation, Cong brother defensive money seems to be born. Listen to the elders say that he months dead dragging the hands of the things tightly hold, there is much rather than the meaning of sacrifice, who grabbed him to desperately cry, cried earth-shattering, almost dizzy