Chester embarks on the train home with the blessings of Harry, Tucker, and all the others. Its heart began to rejoice and fret as the train moved: what is the countryside like? Did everyone miss me during the days I was gone? Is the brook as clear as it is? It thought this way, the heart even more eager to reach the hometown of the idea. I do not know how long, it suddenly saw the memory of the soulful scene: sparse houses, clean and slightly dusty road, and both sides of the willow tree as straight, and drooping their long branches, in the wind softly fluttering. "Here we are, at last!" Chester shouted cheerfully, jumping off the train with the crowd.
Once again, it breathed in the extraordinarily clear and pure air with a splash or two of the fragrance of flowers and plants. The wind in his hometown is like a mother's hand, gently caressing it. As Chester walked along, he could not help singing. "Chester, is that you?" Suddenly, a familiar and small voice drilled into its ears. "Yes, I'm Chester. Please ......" Before it could finish its sentence, it saw the ant, Orsay, looking at it with bright sparkling eyes wide open in surprise. "Ah, it really is you, Chester. Where have you been, I thought something had happened to you and I'd never see you again." Chester narrowed his eyes and smiled, telling the story of how it had gone from being accidentally brought to New York by travelers to becoming the most famous musician in the city. Orsay's eyes grew wider and wider and his mouth fell open even more, "Oh my God, Chester, you mean to tell me that you actually made it to New York? And made a name for yourself there and became some kind of musician?" Chester reddened and barely nodded his head. "I really miss everyone these days, can we have another music party like the old days?"
Orsay nodded cheerfully and suddenly whistled, yelling, "Come on guys, our Chester is back." As soon as the words fell, everyone came running out from all corners - there was Poll the rabbit, Lanner the groundhog, Nick the duck, and so on - and all of them scrambled over, gathered around Chester, and questioned him in a chorus of voices. At the end of the day, however, they all came together to inquire of Chester, "But Chester, since you are so famous in New York, why do you want to come back to this poor place of ours?" It smiled, looked at everyone, and said nothing. Just slightly closed his eyes, gently let go of his throat, pure and clear voice immediately resounded in everyone's heart, from the inside out rippling with sweetness, a kind of clean breath in the long haunting, with the fragrance of the soil, with the fragrance of flowers and grass, with all the happiness of the senses. Everyone seems to be in this moment, see the brilliant as washing the sky, hear the brook gurgling water, feel the natural fluctuation. The scenes from far and near were all like an absolutely beautiful picture, longingly displayed in front of everyone. Familiar everything, at this time gilded with a kind of shining light.
It was only after the song ended that Chester slowly opened his eyes and looked at everyone with a smile. "That song was beautiful! Chester, what was it called?" Pol asked, tilting her face up longingly. "Name? I really don't know, but I do know that I came back here for everything in that song." Chester said meaningfully.