This island is quite remote, with few islanders and a very small village. Additionally, since migration and resettlement occurred only last year, you only see some people during the busy fishing season each year.
In the center of the village, there is a store still hanging the sign of a cooperative store. Inside, the space is large, but it is underutilized, with only some rice, flour, grains, and oil placed near the entrance. As for the items on the shelves, they have accumulated dust and many have probably expired.
An old grandma sits inside, quietly knitting a sweater.
Tan Wenbin walks up the steps and approaches the counter.
"Grandma, I'd like to make a call."
The grandma stops her knitting; the long wooden knitting needle gently grazes her temple.
After a long time, as if coming back to her senses, she gets up and slowly walks over, taking out the phone locked in a box at the counter and placing it on the counter.
"Go ahead and call."
