The Echo of Forgotten Dreams

Hidden Truths

The diner was unusually quiet that Tuesday evening, the lull in customers allowing Wei Wuxian a brief respite. He was lost in the monotony of polishing glasses when the familiar jingle of the doorbell announced a new arrival.

Looking up, he was surprised to see Lan Xichen stepping into the diner. The young teacher's presence was like a ripple in the stillness of the room. Lan Xichen had come in casually, dressed in a smart but relaxed outfit that contrasted with his usual school attire. His eyes scanned the diner before they settled on Wei Wuxian, who offered a hesitant smile.

"Good evening, Mr. Lan," Wei Wuxian greeted, trying to keep his voice steady. "What can I get for you?"

Lan Xichen took a seat at his usual spot by the window, the one where he had often come to read or enjoy a quiet meal. "Just a coffee, please. Black."

As Wei Wuxian prepared the coffee, he noticed Lan Xichen's gaze following him thoughtfully. There was a moment of silence as he placed the coffee on the table.

"Thank you," Lan Xichen said, taking a sip. "How has your day been?"

"It's been good," Wei Wuxian replied, glancing around to ensure everything was in order. "Busy but manageable."

Lan Xichen's eyes narrowed slightly, a hint of curiosity in his expression. "I noticed something today. You're older than the typical ninth graders, aren't you?"

Wei Wuxian stiffened, his heart racing. He had hoped to keep his age a secret, but the observation was sharp and perceptive. "I guess I am. I... I started school later than most people."

Lan Xichen's gaze was understanding rather than judgmental. "I see. I just wanted to make sure you're adjusting well. Sometimes, age differences can be challenging in school."

Wei Wuxian shrugged, trying to maintain a nonchalant demeanor. "I'm managing. It's not always easy, but I'm getting through it."

Lan Xichen studied him for a moment before speaking again. "If you ever need extra help or support, please let me know. I understand that balancing work and school can be difficult."

There was a sincerity in Lan Xichen's voice that Wei Wuxian found reassuring. "Thank you, Mr. Lan. I'll keep that in mind."

As Lan Xichen finished his coffee, he prepared to leave. "I'll see you at school, Wei Wuxian. And remember, if you need anything, don't hesitate to ask."

Wei Wuxian watched Lan Xichen walk out of the diner, a mixture of relief and anxiety churning within him. The fact that Lan Xichen had noticed his age meant that his secret might not remain hidden for long. But for now, the teacher's kindness and understanding were a balm to his frayed nerves.

The rest of the evening passed in a blur of routine, but Wei Wuxian's mind was preoccupied with Lan Xichen's visit. He couldn't help but wonder if his situation might soon become known to others, and what that would mean for his precarious balance between school and work.

That night, as he settled into his cot at the shelter, Wei Wuxian stared at the ceiling, deep in thought. Lan Xichen's presence and his perceptive questions had made Wei Wuxian reflect on his journey. The teacher's concern and willingness to offer help were more than just professional courtesies—they were a lifeline in a world where he often felt isolated.

With the scholarship and the chance to pursue his dreams on the horizon, Wei Wuxian felt a renewed sense of determination. The challenges he faced were formidable, but he knew that with the support of people like Lan Xichen, he had a better chance of navigating the complexities of his new life.

As he drifted off to sleep, Wei Wuxian clung to the hope that the kindness he had encountered might be the key to unlocking a brighter future, despite the difficulties he faced in the present.