Chiang Kai-shek loved Sun for the first time to return to the mainland, and the scene he least wanted to see on the way still happened.
In the late autumn of 1996, there were five special guests on a passenger plane from Taiwan to Beijing.
The hatch opened, and a thin middle-aged man, supported by his eldest son, got off the plane with difficulty, followed by his lover and two children.
They were descendants of Chiang Kai-shek, and the older man was Chiang's last grandson, Chiang Hyo-yong, on their first trip to the mainland.
Two months ago, he was diagnosed with advanced esophageal cancer, he knew that time was short, and he did not want to leave with such regrets.
Although the burial of his grandfather and father on the mainland was not easy to achieve, he still wanted to try again.
Jiang Xiaoyong knew that dragging the sick body for a long distance would only make the cancer spread faster, but he still said his thoughts.
Wife Jiang Fangzhiyi understands her husband, and the whole family welcomes a painful and happy trip together.
In 1949, after Chiang Kai-shek and his family retired to Taiwan, he and his descendants never returned.
So far, nearly half a century has passed, and the last representative of the third generation of the Jiang family has returned to the mainland for the first time to see whether the old family in Zhejiang has accepted the two Jiangs moving the spirit continent.
At that time, cross-strait exchanges were not as comfortable as they are now, and the Taiwan Affairs Office of the State Council only said to the relevant parties that they were Taiwan guests.
They are like ordinary tourists, buying tickets to enter the ancestral home. Leisurely and spacious, cut to the hometown feelings.
Stepping onto the hometown of the ancestors and listening to the familiar and unfamiliar sounds of the countryside, Jiang Xiaoyong was satisfied and happy at this moment.
There are 600 meters of steps to walk in front of the Monument of Mother Jiang, which is not an easy task for Jiang Xiaoyong, who is seriously ill. The weather in late autumn turned slightly cooler, but fine sweat oozed from his forehead.
The eldest son, Jiang Youbai, intimately wiped his father and helped him sit on the steps to rest.
At this time, a sedan beckoned them and said, "Do my sedan up the hill." Jiang Xiaoyong smiled at the other party and waved his hand.
Jiang Youbai has a detailed account of this trip in his personal biography:
"This is the first time in 47 years that I have the opportunity to take the road back to my hometown, to recognize the ancestral road, no matter how difficult it is, my father must insist on walking up step by step."
In the next Fenghao room, in front of and behind the house, imagining the figure of his father when he was a child, Jiang Xiaoyong's mouth was slightly raised. He talked to the tour guide in Ningbo dialect.
The tour guide who held Chiang Ching-kuo's family portrait and told the history of chiang's family name recognized the Taiwanese guest who spoke his hometown dialect as the person who grew up in the photo.
For the people who recognized his hometown, Jiang Xiaoyong smiled and did not respond positively.
Because he was not open and low-key to the mainland, he walked away happily with the support of his son. Jiang Youbai recorded that affectionate scene:
The moment my father was recognized, his body was trembling, and I wanted to say loudly for my father, "Yes, I am the descendant of the owner of this house, the home that the Jiang family has missed for generations, and we have finally returned." "In the end, I didn't do that, and the family reluctantly walked out of the home of this origin of life."
Unfortunately, the reply given by the official is that the time is not ripe, and we can only continue to wait.
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