Chapter 555 Surprise Inspection 3

When Feng Qingxue said this, she remembered something.

Fang Ning, a soprano singer in later generations, is a true singer and artist who never gets involved in those messy things. Although she is world-renowned, she only performs consolation performances in the army. She is only 22 years old in front of me. 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 high-ranking military officer, nor did she become anyone's mistress, but remained single all her life. The reason was that in 1964, when she was performing a consolation show for the troops, the troops conducted a strict investigation into 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 recollections before her death, she received the love letter at the end of the New Year's Day party. She didn't know who slipped it to her during the chaos. When she returned home it was very late at night. She hid in bed and read it with a flashlight. Then she hid the letter in her bag and sandwiched it between her clothes, planning to find a chance to destroy it during the day. However, the inspection came too suddenly and she didn't have a chance to destroy it.

It was originally an inspection for someone else, but she became an innocent victim.

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

All kinds of criticisms, attacks, and avoidances followed one after another.

From then on, Fang Ning could no longer perform on stage and could only do odd jobs in the art troupe. At the same time, she had to face the ridicule and mockery of the troupe. She suffered a lot during the special period. The love letter that was seized became a lifelong shackle for her. Anyone who had nothing to do would pull her out and criticize her in public. The viciousness of the words was 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 ceremony.

The soldier who wrote the love letter to her was called Qiao Desheng. He took all the responsibility on himself and said that he felt that Fang Ning was compatible at first sight, so he wrote the love letter and stuffed it into her hands during the chaos, and there was nothing between them.

However, no one believed that there was only one 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 his life, to face a nightmare that would last for more than ten years starting today.

It's just a love letter, a love letter received from a suitor, not an affair that disregards ethics and morals.

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

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

Guo Xiuying carefully checked again and found nothing that did not meet the requirements. "Then let's go to the next one!"

The two of them took Xi Bao and walked straight past Fang Ning, leaving Fang Ning alone to sort out her clothes. She looked again and again, but didn't find the love letter she had hidden. She finally felt relieved and 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 the disaster, but others were not so lucky.

Wang Xinru found a female art soldier's letter full of love words, including love letters from men and unsent reply letters she had written to men. The art soldier immediately broke down and cried.

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