Walking into Oucuo Community on Jinhai Street in Xiang’an District, one is greeted by sea breezes mingled with the aromas of fish Congee and coffee. Amid this everyday vibrancy, time seems to flow quietly. Light and shadow shift across weathered red brick walls, their once-bright hues softened into gentle shades over the years. The wooden window frames still bear faint traces of hand-carved patterns, creaking softly when pushed open, as if stirring long-slumbering memories of the fishing harbor.