Chapter 555 Surprise Inspection 3

Saying this, Feng Qingxue remembered something.

Fang Ning, a soprano singer in later generations, was the kind of real singer and artist who never got involved in those messy things. Although he was famous all over the world, he only performed at condolence performances for the troops. She is only twenty-two years old in front of her. Although she is not particularly beautiful, she is still a beauty. She has a natural and elegant beauty that makes people feel very comfortable.

Such a beauty did not marry a high-ranking military official or be anyone's mistress, but remained single all her life. The reason was that when she performed for the military in 1964, the military strictly inspected her lifestyle and seized a letter she had just received but had no time to destroy. love letter.

According to Fang Ning's own memories 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. It was very late at night after she returned, so she hid under the quilt and used a flashlight. After reading it, she hid it in her bag and tucked it into her clothes, intending to find an opportunity to destroy it during the day. However, the inspection came too suddenly, giving her no chance to destroy it.

It was originally an inspection for someone else, but she suffered the same fate.

This love letter sent her and the soldier who pursued her into eighteen levels of hell.

All kinds of criticism, all kinds of blows, all kinds of avoidance came one after another.

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 ridicule and ridicule from the troupe. She suffered a lot during the special period. The confiscated love letters became a shackles for her life. Who could be idle now? They would pull her out and criticize her in public, with unimaginable vicious words, and she was often bullied physically.

This experience made her give up her desire to get married, even though many high-ranking officials and wealthy businessmen were willing to marry through a matchmaker.

The soldier who wrote her a love letter, named Qiao Desheng, came forward to take all the responsibility on himself, saying that he felt a compatibility with Fang Ning the first time he saw her, so he wrote the love letter and stuffed it into her during the chaos. The time is innocent.

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

Qiao Desheng died, Fang Ning did not say clearly how he died, and Feng Qingxue had no way of knowing, but 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 from today.

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

So, Feng Qingxue opened Fang Ning's bag, and with her pale face, she and Guo Xiuying looked through it randomly. She put her fingers into her clothes, touched the love letter, and immediately put it into the space without leaving anything behind. Then, he took out the clothes one by one, shook them out, and showed them to Guo Xiuying, "Sister-in-law, look, there is nothing abnormal."

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

Guo Xiuying checked it carefully and found nothing that did not comply with the regulations. "Then let's go to the next one!"

The two of them took Xibao and passed directly over Fang Ning, leaving Fang Ning alone to sort out her clothes. She looked over and over again, but didn't find the love letter she had hidden. Her heart was finally relieved, but she was extremely grateful to Feng Qingxue. .

She knew that the letter must have been hidden by Feng Qingxue, otherwise Guo Xiuying would not have discovered it during the inspection.

Fang Ning escaped a disaster, but others were not so lucky.

Wang Xinru found that a female artist's letter was full of love words. There were love letters written by men to her, and there were replies she wrote to men that had not yet been sent. The artist immediately broke down and cried.

. . It's eight o'clock. Let's update a few chapters first. Please vote. The monthly pass seems to be hanging on the back of the car in the 30s. Yesterday's monthly pass was very powerful.