The next day, Gu Yunyao wrote a letter of introduction and bought a platform ticket. The two yuan for the loudspeaker was indispensable.

With the platform ticket, she walked into the platform quite confidently.

Seeing a train slowly entering the station, she found a suitable place to stop and stared at the passengers getting off the train.

The broadcast loudspeaker sounded the sentence that was played on a loop.

The train station is not big and there are not many passengers getting off.

Gu Yunyao glanced everywhere, and finally spotted a woman in her fifties who was about the same age and had a similar appearance among the bustling people getting off the bus.

But why is there a young lesbian next to this woman?

Didn't you say one person? Why did it become two people?

She quickly thought that maybe her children were worried.

They did bring a lot of stuff.

It seems very difficult to carry a few bags.

Gu Yunyao hurriedly walked over, saw the face in front of her that was 80% similar to the sketch and asked, "Excuse me, are you Comrade Wen Xinran?"

The middle-aged woman looked at Gu Yunyao.

The person who came looked like he was in his mid-twenties, had a pretty face that was worn out by sex, and was wearing a Chinese-style soft satin purple-red cotton-padded jacket.

Although the color is gaudy, it has a fashionable and beautiful effect.

There is a knitted wool hat on his head, and he wears wool gloves of the same color on his hands.

The woman's eyes suddenly filled with tears, "I am, who are you?"

Alas, Mr. Wu's wife is indeed as gentle as water. She sheds tears even before she speaks.

Looking at her outfit, she wears a long plush coat with a fur collar, which sets off her figure well.

Although the MILF is half old, her charm is still there.

Her daughter looks several years younger than she is, a replica of Sister Wen when she was young.

Gu Yunyao hurriedly explained, "Sister-in-law Wu, it was Brother Wu who asked me to pick her up at the station."

She looked at the luggage they were carrying and said with concern: "Shall I help you carry your things?"

Standing next to Mrs. Wu, a young woman who looked exactly like her pulled her mother behind her and raised her eyebrows and asked, "Sister, we don't know you."

It doesn't feel good to be questioned. It's understandable that mother and daughter are a little wary when they think about coming to a strange place.

The key is that Gu Yunyao doesn't know how to prove his identity.

I murmured in my heart: What did Mr. Wu say when he wrote the letter?

Why didn't the appearance and characteristics of the pick-up person be mentioned?

Embarrassed, she retracted her hand that reached out to pick up the object, and pushed the problem back unceremoniously.

"Then how do you prove it?"

The young woman has a pair of eyes filled with autumn water on her youthful and beautiful face.

She thought for a while and quickly came up with an idea, "If you have any problems, call the police. Mom, let's go to the small town police station for help."

Gu Yunyao was extremely lucky that the management of those who were knocked down was no longer strict at this time. If it were like before, the mother and daughter would definitely be reprimanded and deported.

Because the person they want to visit is in a labor camp, family visits are bound to be restricted.

Fortunately, my son still holds the position of director of the police station.

The policemen all knew her and were quite polite to her.

Even for her sake, the mother and daughter would not be deported.

She raised her hands in approval, "Okay, let's go together."

Soon, a group of shots like this appeared on the street.

In the front, it is obvious that the mother and daughter are walking hard carrying a lot of things, while behind, there is a beautiful woman pushing a bicycle and walking leisurely behind.

The mother and daughter whispered something as they walked, and soon started sobbing.

Gu Yunyao complained in her heart: How big of a deal is it to be so sad?

She thought critically that what Mr. Wu said was not comprehensive. Not only was his wife as gentle as water, but her daughter was definitely more capable than others. She cried so pitifully.

If Mr. Wu dies, the mother and daughter will definitely be flooded with water.

"Pooh!"
Chapter completed!