Wang Xia entered the primary school and saw an A4 paper posted on the door of the office on the east side of the first floor, which said Admissions Office, so she pulled Hairong and walked over.

Pushing open the door, there was only one young teacher inside, and there was no crowd like the legend of the primary and secondary school registration office.

"Hello, are you reporting to your child here?" Wang Xia asked politely.

The family members of the entire army are limited, so the army does not recruit many children every year, and there are about a dozen children in a class.

The previous enrollment was simple and had been posted on the notice board in advance, and the people who signed up early in the morning were almost registered, Huang Xiaoyu was looking down to sort out the list of children who had registered, and when he heard the voice, he raised his head and saw a strange woman leading the child to stand at the door, "Yes, you are...... Coming to sign up? ”

Although the Nan'an Military Region is not small, the family buildings are all in one area, and there are not many family members in the army.

So for the families of this military region, Huang Xiaoyu still knows in his heart.

Obviously, this is the first time she has seen this mother and son.

"Yes, this is our registration materials," Wang Xia handed over the registration materials she had prepared earlier.

Huang Xiaoyu took the material and looked at it.

"Hairong," Huang Xiaoyu muttered in a low voice.

No wonder she hasn't seen this mother and son, she already knew from reading the materials before, one of the primary school students enrolled this time is an exception, not a child in the military region, but a martyr's child, although I don't know why the martyr's child also comes to primary school, but she still has a respect for the martyr.

After Huang Xiaoyu finished registering, he handed the admission notice to Hairong, "Okay, Hairong, you will be a first-grade student of the primary school in the military region in the future, take this admission notice, and wait until the day of school, just take this to the school to report." ”

Hairong took the admission notice, looked at his name on it and the fiery seal at the bottom, and raised his little face happily, "Mom, look, I'm a primary school student, can I show this to my father?" Dad will be happy to see this. ”

Wang Xia stroked her son's little head dotingly, and said gently, "It's not okay at this time, Dad is very busy, Dad will see Xiao Rong coming to elementary school in the future, and he will know that Xiao Rong is already a primary school student." ”

Huang Xiaoyu couldn't help but be moved when she looked at the interaction between mother and son, how much she admired her father, and she could still regard her father as the most important person in her heart even though her father had sacrificed, even if it was a small admission letter, she couldn't wait to show her father.

The child pointed out to his father, probably to go to the tombstone of his father in the martyr's garden to pay respects.

Thinking of that scene, Huang Xiaoyu felt even more distressed about this child, and she had a better impression of it.

"Mom, we're already in the army, can you just let me see Dad?" Hearing Wang Xia say that his father was very busy, Hairong was a little disappointed, but when he thought that his father was busy, he just took a look from afar, and it shouldn't affect his father.