[There is...some context there that Xingchen simply doesn't have, or some joke he can't quite understand. He's not even entirely sure who Old Master Lan is, though if his memory serves him right, he thinks he has an idea. Either way, it's not important. If Wei Wuxian isn't relying on him to bridge some gap between the generations - though it seems he's not relying on anyone to do so at this point - then Xingchen can let it go. But he's still a little shaken up from just a few moments earlier, though it's tempting to let the food serve as a distraction.]

I am, but...a moment still? I'm confused about something and don't want to spoil a meal because of it.

[Multiple somethings, but those are semantics.]

You sound so sure when you say we've met before, but that can't be. I left the mountain after...

[There really isn't a polite way to talk about someone's death to their face, is there? But Wei Wuxian has already alluded to it in previous conversation, so that makes this...easier?]

After your presumed death.

[He takes a breath. This is the harder point to speak of.]

I also don't know how you found out about...Song-daozhang. And if you somehow know, then who's to say that you're the only one? But I...it isn't something I necessarily wish to be common knowledge. I hope you understand.