Lin Zhe sat at the window seat and looked at the restaurants, bakeries, supermarkets, and many grid-shaped storefronts outside. Regardless of their size, they were all the same color. Yes, it's color. Every plant and tree here is filled with large buckets of paint. There are not so many colors in Lin Zhe Village. The most is the yellow of the soil. Lin Zhe thought that in a city like this, maybe he could also be dyed with beautiful colors. Maybe four years later, he would be very different today.