After measuring his hips, Uncle Chen suddenly turned to Yun Chuan and said:
"Young Yu has such good proportions."
Yun Chuan nodded proudly. "Yes. He really does."
Uncle Chen immediately added, "He's a little too thin, though. Don't you feed him? Make sure he eats better from now on."
Yun Chuan finally showed a little shame, but still nodded without explaining. "Yes, understood."
Yu Xiuyuan scratched his head awkwardly and decided to keep quiet. The more he said, the more awkward it would get.
He only had to endure these measurements once, anyway. He was never coming back.
"We need to measure his leg length too, to get the coat hem in the right place."
As Uncle Chen spoke, he started to crouch down. At his age, the movement seemed difficult, and he wobbled unsteadily.
"I'll do it."
Yun Chuan hurried over and took the measuring tape from Uncle Chen.
Uncle Chen nodded in satisfaction, promptly straightened up, and went to browse the fabric swatches.
Yu Xiuyuan stared speechlessly at the gray-haired old man.
Before he could comment, Yun Chuan had already crouched down.
The tape rose from his ankle, running along his calf, knee, and thigh, all the way to his waistline.
Yun Chuan's hand touched him lightly through the fabric of his trousers, lingering briefly at every point.
It was as though he were checking the numbers, like someone with failing eyesight.
Yu Xiuyuan looked down at him, speechless.
Yun Chuan's lashes were lowered, his expression focused and earnest, the collar of his black turtleneck snug against his jawline.
From this angle, his brow ridge looked more pronounced, and the bridge of his nose formed a clean, sharp line.
Yu Xiuyuan fell silent for a moment, then extended his leg a little closer to Yun Chuan. *Go on,