Chapter 555 Surprise Inspection 3

Say this, Feng Qingxue remembered something.

Fang Ning, a soprano singer in the future, is a true singer and artist who never gets involved in those messy things. She is world-renowned, but she only wanders around the army's consolation performances. She is only 22 years old in front of her. Although she is not particularly beautiful, she is also a beauty. She has a very natural and majestic beauty that makes people feel very comfortable.

Such a beauty did not marry a senior military officer, nor did she become anyone's mistress, but stayed single all her life. The reason was that in 1964, when she was performing in the army's consolation performance, the army strictly investigated her lifestyle and seized a love letter that she had just received and had not had time to destroy.

According to Fang Ning's own recollection before her death, she received the love letter when the New Year's Eve party was about to end. She didn't know who took advantage of the chaos to give it to her. After returning home, it was very late at night. She hid in the quilt and read it with a flashlight. Then she hid it in her bag and clamped it in her clothes, intending to find an opportunity to destroy it during the day. As a result, the inspection came too suddenly and she didn't have the opportunity to destroy it at all.

It was originally an inspection for someone else, but she was caught in the crossfire.

This love letter sent her and the soldier who pursued her to hell.

All kinds of criticism, blows, and avoidance followed.

Fang Ning could no longer perform on stage, and could only do some odd jobs in the art troupe. At the same time, she faced the ridicule and mockery of the troupe. During the special period, she suffered a lot. The love letter that was seized became her lifelong shackles. Anyone who had nothing to do would pull her out and criticize her in public. The viciousness of the words was simply unimaginable, and she was often bullied physically.

This experience made her give up the idea of ​​getting married, even though many high-ranking officials and wealthy businessmen were willing to marry her in a formal way.

The soldier who wrote the love letter to her was called Qiao Desheng. He took all the responsibilities on himself, saying that he felt that Fang Ning had a good impression of him at first sight, so he wrote the love letter and stuffed it into her during the chaos. There was nothing wrong between them.

However, no one believed that there was only such an unanswered love letter between them.

Qiao Desheng died. Fang Ning did not say how he died, and Feng Qingxue had no way of knowing. However, she did not want Fang Ning, an old singer who had been serious all her life, to face a nightmare that lasted for more than ten years from today.

It was just a love letter, just a love letter from a pursuer, not an affair that disregarded ethics and morality.

So, Feng Qingxue opened Fang Ning's bag, and flipped through it behind her and Guo Xiuying's backs in her pale face. She put her fingers into her clothes and touched the love letter. She immediately put it into the space without leaving any trace. Then, she took out the clothes one by one and shook them open to show Guo Xiuying, "Sister-in-law, look, there is nothing unusual."

Fang Ning was stunned when she heard this, and stared at Feng Qingxue blankly.

Guo Xiuying checked it again carefully, and sure enough, she did not find anything that did not meet the regulations, "Then the next one!"

The two took Xi Bao and passed Fang Ning directly, leaving Fang Ning alone to sort out her clothes. She looked again and again, but did not find the love letter she had hidden. She finally let go of her heart, but was extremely grateful to Feng Qingxue.

She knew that the letter must have been hidden by Feng Qingxue, otherwise Guo Xiuying would not have missed it when she checked.

Fang Ning escaped, but others were not so lucky.

Wang Xinru found a female art soldier's letter full of love words, including love letters from a man and unsent replies from her to the man. The art soldier immediately broke down and cried.

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