Chapter 20: The Place Where We Belong
第二十章：我们归属之地
When we arrived in the city, I stood on the balcony, looking at the distant sky.
到了城里，我站在阳台上，看着远方的天空。
I remembered my hometown, remembered the old house, remembered Run Tu. Those scenes played in my mind like a movie.
我想起了故乡，想起了老屋，想起了闰土。那些画面，像电影一样在我脑海中播放。
But I knew I couldn't go back. My hometown has changed, and I have changed. Everyone is walking their own path, everyone has their own place where they belong.
但是，我知道，我已经回不去了。故乡已经变了，我已经变了。我们每个人，都在走自己的路，每个人都有自己的归属之地。
Perhaps, my hometown is not my place to belong, and the city is not my place to belong either. Where is my place to belong?
也许，故乡不是我的归属之地，城里也不是我的归属之地。我的归属之地，在哪里呢？
Perhaps, my place to belong is in my heart. No matter where I go, my hometown will be in my heart, Run Tu will be in my heart, those villagers will be in my heart.
也许，我的归属之地，是在我的心里。无论我走到哪里，故乡都会在我的心里，闰土都会在我的心里，那些乡亲都会在我的心里。
As long as I don't forget them, as long as I don't forget my roots, I will always have a place to belong.
只要我不忘记他们，只要我不忘记我的根，我就永远有归属之地。
It was late at night. I returned to my room, turned on the light, and prepared to write my story.
夜深了，我回到房间里，打开灯，准备写我的故事。
I want to write about my hometown, write about those ordinary people, write about those extraordinary stories.
我要写故乡，写那些平凡的人，写那些不平凡的故事。
Because these stories are worth remembering.
因为，这些故事，值得被记住。