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The next day, he walked to the electronics market. A teenager sold him a USB film scanner for two hundred yuan. It took Chen three days to figure out how to connect it to the laptop he borrowed from a neighbor. He unspooled the film in his kitchen, the light carefully dimmed, and fed it through the scanner inch by inch. The process took nine hours. His hands trembled. The splices held.

Chen sat in the watchtower until dusk. He remembered the thwock of the ball. He remembered Lin’s voice in his headphones, saying, “Hold, hold, hold.” He remembered the girl Li Jie, after the final scene, asking him if the film would make her famous. He had lied and said yes. film pingpong

Chen hung up. He made tea. He sat by the window. Outside, the city was tearing down another building to put up another tower. Somewhere in the valley, frames of Pingpong were bleaching in the sun. And somewhere else, a twelve-year-old girl was still walking to the bus, her face set against the future, not knowing she had already become a ghost. The next day, he walked to the electronics market