Sentence describing father holding an umbrella

The son held an umbrella for his father for the last time.

Yi Fen, a reporter from Shenzhen Evening News, reported that the rain was falling, the old father died suddenly in the street, the white-haired old mother cried by the column, and her son flew in with an umbrella, sheltering his father from the rain for the last time. Yesterday morning, such a scene was moving on the overpass at Zuoyuan, Hongmian Road, Nanwan Street, Longgang District.

"He called me and said he wanted to go to the toilet. I said I'll be right there. But as soon as I crossed the road, I saw him lying here. " The old lady with silver hair sat on the plastic stool brought by the nearby shop and leaned against the post by the overpass, crying. It is understood that this old gentleman surnamed You, 62 years old, from Jiangxi, lives in the right courtyard community of Kangqiao Community. On weekdays, he "can eat, drink and play". The night before, he "finished a pot of stewed chicken wrapped by his son and drank some wine". In the morning, he pulled a cart and brought some "leftover cloth" from home to set up a stall next to the overpass on Hongmian Road. At first, I talked and laughed with people. Unexpectedly, at 9 o'clock, someone saw that "he was holding his post and slowly fell down." 120 When the ambulance arrives, make sure that it is not breathing.

"He had a heart attack for many years and drank wine last night. I didn't drink today, so I was very embarrassed when I went out. " The old lady was very sad when her wife left. When the son and others came, they wiped the blood from their father after he fell to the ground and covered him with a blue cloth. Seeing that it was raining lightly, my son rushed to the car, took two umbrellas and opened them to protect his father from the rain. Seeing the old father lying on the cold ground, he turned back to the car and took off his neck pillow. He wanted to make a pillow for his father, but his mother refused. He took out the sweater again, folded it several times, and was rejected by his mother. My son began to ask about the local customs of his hometown carefully. His eyes were crystal clear, and he turned his head and blew his nose from time to time, making people cry.

Later, vehicles from the funeral home arrived and took the body of Mr. You away. The police said that it was initially determined that Mr. You Lao died of a heart attack.

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