Siheyuan Diaosi Attack

He looked at Li Yue and asked, "Name."

The policeman spoke softly, and the voice was like a breeze, gently brushing past Li Yue's ears.

After hearing this, Li Yue's heart seemed to be touched. He raised his head slightly, with a hint of determination in his eyes, "My name is Li Yue!"

Those words seemed to be shouted out from the bottom of his heart, with an irresistible power.

After the police officer wrote Li Yue's name in the small notebook, the pen in his hand paused for a moment, as if he was savoring the charm of the name.

Then he wrote down the year, month and day below, writing every word with extreme care, as if he was carving a piece of history.

After writing the date, the number will be below.

The policeman narrowed his eyes slightly, revealing a hint of expectation, as if he was expecting a magical number to appear.

Then he opened another drawer and took out a notebook. The notebook was like a time capsule, containing countless stories.

He flipped through the notebook quickly, his fingers lightly running across the paper, as if he was touching the past years.

After a while, he raised his head and looked at Li Yue, with a hint of pride in his eyes, "Your bicycle number is 6666."

There was a hint of pride in his voice, as if he had chosen the number carefully.

Li Yue heard this, and this number seemed to stir up a wave in his heart. Pictures emerged in his mind, those were the priceless license plate numbers in modern society, and he muttered to himself: "This number is good!

If this was a Hyundai license plate number, it would be awesome!

This number is valuable.”

After the policeman finished writing, he took out a seal from the drawer. The seal was like a mysterious totem, carrying an inviolable majesty.

He pressed on the ink pad, and the ink pad was like a drop of blood, instantly dyeing the surface of the seal red.

Then, he stamped the notebook again, as if he was sealing a piece of history.

After stamping the seal, he looked at Li Yue with a hint of seriousness in his eyes, "The handling fee is 3 yuan, please pay it."

Li Yue listened to the policeman's words and then slowly reached into his pocket. He fumbled in his pocket for a while and finally took out 3 yuan from the space ring. He took the money out of his pocket and then handed it to the policeman. The policeman took the money with a satisfied smile on his face. He bent down slightly and took out a box with a digital stamp and a hammer from the small cabinet under the desk.

The police officer placed the box on the desk and the hammer beside it.

The police officer said softly, "Okay, the bicycle license is ready for you. I'll just stamp your bicycle and get it approved."

He handed the bicycle license to Li Yue. Li Yue took it, a hint of excitement flashed in his eyes. He nodded slightly and said, "Thank you!"

The police officer responded, "You're welcome."

Then the policeman carefully searched the box containing the steel stamp and finally found the number 6. He held the steel stamp in one hand, which was like a mysterious seal, exuding a majestic atmosphere; in the other hand, he held a hammer, which was like a powerful weapon, ready to give life to the bicycle license.

Then he and Li Yue walked out of the office together and came to the door.

Li Yue came to his bicycle, with a hint of anticipation in his eyes, like a child about to receive his gift.

"Comrade, this is my bicycle."

Li Yue said softly, with a hint of pride in his voice.

The policeman also came to his bicycle and looked at it carefully, as if he was admiring a piece of work of art.

Then, he held the stamp in one hand and aimed it at the middle of the handlebar. His eyes revealed a hint of concentration, as if he wanted to pour all his efforts into this stamp.

Holding the hammer in one hand, he exerted a little force, and the hammer was like an angry spirit, making a clanging sound when it hit the steel stamp.

Every knock seems to be telling a story, a story that includes Li Yue’s love for bicycles and his expectations for life.

The stamped numbers are like notes, forming a unique melody on the handlebars.

The melody seemed to awaken the soul of the bicycle and bring it back to life.

Li Yue stood aside, quietly watching the police stamp the bicycle, his heart filled with emotion.

After the policeman stamped the document, he stood up with a hint of satisfaction in his eyes.

He looked at Li Yue and said, "Okay, the bicycle license and stamp are ready, you can go for a ride on your bicycle without worry."

After hearing this, Li Yue said "Oh" softly, and then replied: "Then I'll leave." Then, he skillfully opened the car lock, and the car lock made a crisp "click" sound, as if saying goodbye to him.

He rode his bicycle out of the police station, the wheels rolling "gurgling" on the ground, and rode home.

As he rode on his bicycle, his mind was filled with thoughts. He sighed softly and thought, "Now I have a bicycle, but my home lacks a radio and a TV. Alas, I haven't fixed the toilet and bathroom at home yet, so I have to make arrangements quickly.

And the tap water needs to be connected to the house, so I have to go to the neighborhood committee and ask Director Wang for help."

Before I knew it, I had arrived at the gate of the neighborhood committee.

He slowly stopped the bike, and the bike squeaked as if protesting the sudden stop.

He parked his bicycle at the gate of the neighborhood committee and carefully locked it. The lock clicked shut, as if guarding his hope.

He straightened his clothes, straightened his back, and walked into the neighborhood committee with firm steps.

He had been here once, so he knew which office Director Wang was in, and he walked in with familiarity.

At this moment, the old man in the guard room saw him coming in, and immediately said "Yo", and shouted in a rough voice: "What are you doing?

Why didn't you come in without saying anything?"

When Li Yue heard the voice, he was stunned at first, then slowly turned his head to look, with a hint of embarrassment in his eyes. He forced a smile and said, "Hello, uncle. I'm here to see Director Wang. Is she here?"

The security guard looked him up and down, snorted, and said, "Looking for Director Wang, she's here."

Li Yue said politely: "Thank you! I'll be right there."

Then, he turned around and walked inside.

The security guard looked at him and saw that he was quite polite. His dissatisfaction faded a little and he just shook his head.

Li Yue came to the door of Director Wang's office and knocked gently. The knocking sound was "dong dong dong".

Director Wang was sitting there, looking down at the documents. When she heard the knock on the door, she was slightly startled, then raised her head, a hint of doubt flashed in her eyes, and said, "Come in."

Li Yue pushed open the door and walked in. He looked at Director Wang and said softly, "Hello, Director Wang!" Director Wang saw that it was Li Yue, the man she had found a house for a few days ago, and he still had some impression of him.

Feeling a little confused, she put down the pen in her hand, looked at him and said, "Come here, what's the matter?"

Li Yue walked to the desk, looked at Director Wang and said, "Director Wang, I came here to talk to you. I want to connect tap water to my room. What should I do?"

After listening to Li Yue's words, Director Wang fell into deep thought. She narrowed her eyes slightly, with a hint of embarrassment in her eyes. She said softly, "Well, for this, we need to find someone from Tap Water. You also need to find someone to install it."