Chapter 558 The Name of Xi Bao 2
Lu Jiang sighed, "Criticism, punishment, writing self-criticisms, and public confession are usually handled like this. The army cannot tolerate the existence of such evil tendencies. Four soldiers were found to have committed such crimes, and all of them were transferred to more bitter and cold places. Several artists in the art troupe can no longer perform on stage. When involved in such matters, physical punishment is not important. The most important thing is that your reputation will be ruined. Almost everyone will avoid you as much as possible, and the mental blow you suffer will far exceed the physical pain you endure."
Feng Qingxue remained silent.
This is the most bitter and cold place. There is almost no place more miserable than here, except for those soldiers who were not kicked out of the army.
The female soldiers in the art troupe probably faced the same situation as Fang Ning: they were unable to perform on stage, but had to do odd jobs in the troupe.
In fact, Feng Qingxue is most worried about the special period that will begin in two or three years. If something like this happens now, it will definitely be exposed by then, and they will most likely suffer a new round of blows just like Qiao Desheng and Fang Ning.
Lu Jiang stroked his wife's sweaty hair. "They knew the army had rules, but they still committed crimes. Who should they blame? The informant? No, they should blame themselves. They don't follow the rules. They are careless. Even if there was correspondence, they should have destroyed it immediately instead of leaving evidence for others to investigate."
"Who is the whistleblower? Although he is very righteous, I dare not get along with such a person, for fear that I will be betrayed by him one day without knowing it." Feng Qingxue said.
Lu Jiang pondered for a moment. He was Commander Ye's confidant, and Commander Chen also valued him very much at the moment, so these things were not hidden from him.
"The whistleblower is called Chen Chen. She reported Fang Ning, saying that she received a love letter from a soldier. But strangely, Fang Ning was not among those who were found to have improper conduct."
After hearing what Lu Jiang said, Feng Qingxue was shocked.
Fang Ning? It was Fang Ning.
She had always thought that Fang Ning was an innocent victim, but it turned out that she was the one being reported.
Except for Chen Chen, no one in the art troupe knew that the person being reported was Fang Ning, including Director Bai.
Even though he didn't know that he was the one being reported, Fang Ning, who had escaped a disaster, was still grateful to Feng Qingxue. After a few days, the troops and the art troupe gradually calmed down, and Fang Ning specially bought two cans of malted milk to send to Xibao.
Feng Qingxue entertained her warmly, "Xibao is not at home. His father is on vacation today, so he took him out to play."
"It's okay." Fang Ning didn't come here for Xi Bao in the first place. "I came here specially to thank Comrade Qingxue. Thank you, thank you so much. If it weren't for you, I can't imagine what kind of fate I would face now."
When she said this, tears welled up in her eyes.
Feng Qingxue sighed slightly, took out the letter from the inside pocket of his military coat and handed it to her, "I won't say anything else, just destroy it as soon as possible, don't leave any evidence for others to find."
Fang Ning took it naturally and found that the letter was still the same as he had folded it, without any change, which made him even more grateful.
The way she folded the letter was different from that of ordinary people. She could tell at a glance whether the letter had been opened or not. Not to mention that Feng Qingxue hadn't opened it, even if she had, he would have been grateful to her for helping him through the difficult times.
"Thank you!" Fang Ning threw the envelope directly into the stove and watched the sparks in the cow dung burn it to ashes.
. . It’s hot, uncomfortable, annoying, and sleepy today, and there are a lot of bad things on my mind. I’ll update in the evening.
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(End of this chapter)